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.

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Thanks to everybody who reviewed! If you got a PM from me you'll know that I am weepingly grateful because parts of Chapter Nine had to be rewritten due to appallingly-constructed sentences/paragraphs. So yeah, Sheamus and Wade FINALLY did the nasty. They make a HOT couple don't they?

For anyone who followed the story 'Joshing For Position', that's who the NXT references cater for. Now Oliver Grey's gone, that's virtually wiped out all the cast from that. Unless anyone's interested in some Sami Zayn/Adrian Neville for example. ANyway, I digress. We're still at Raw in Albany to begin with because obviously, Sheamus got the US title ; ) Double celebration...on with the show!

It's a big one. I suggest a pot of tea and maybe a slice or two of cake.

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Sheamus sighed and ran his hand through his vermilion hair. Him and his big mouth. He just hoped Randy didn't drop him in it when the inevitable confrontation occurred. He stabbed at his cooling, half-eaten plate of bacon and sausages, appetite diminishing. He heard footfalls and looked up to see Wade returning to his seat, holding his stomach a little and hissing painfully as he sat down.

"What's up with you?" asked the Brit.

"Oh nothing," Sheamus replied, "Your bacon's gone cold."

"Gone off it anyway," Wade said, "Think we overdid it last night...bloody sore."

"OK, OK...too much info," SHeamus groaned, "Wonder if they'll make you drop it back to Big E today like they did to Miz last year."

"Bloody hope not," Wade growled, necking his coffee.

"Sure they won't," Sheamus said, "Hey...pick your face up."

"Why?"

Sheamus looked over his shoulder to check no stray fans were watching, before leaning across and claiming the brunette Englishman's lips.

"Soppy twat," snickered Wade, though he was pretty flattered.

"Don't get too used to it," smirked Sheamus.

"I'm not roses and Milk Tray, so you don't have to worry about that," Wade replied. It meant more to him that the big guy held him after sex. He wasn';t big on affection with blokes but some was nice. He hated how demanding and nasty Justin used to be post-sex or if Wade talked to any other man but him. And Miz was just a slag who took what he wanted. Cesaro had a thick skin in Wade's opinion to take him on totally as his.

The two men were snapped out of it by a pissed-off-looking Josh Mathews, who sat opposite them.

"Sheamus, being Irish, when is it too early to start drinking?" he said.

"Never," smirked the redhead, "What's up with you?"

Wade was about to tell him to bugger off when he realised that perhaps the little man didn't actually know they were a couple. Plus last night Sheamus DID offer to let him hang out with them.

"He's the other woman," Wade said.

"I wouldn't say that," Sheamus said, "He's the other man more like."

"Tell me about it," Josh said, "I don;t get it. When it's me and her training down in Orlando she's all nicey and wants to be my bestie. Moment Coddles is here. Bam. Total bitch. And I got major side eyes from John Cena...guess he hates me for Coddles kicking off last night."

Sheamus knew what it was like to 'share' with a woman. All to well. Except Cody's marriage was done as pure bearding exercise. He sympathised with the announcer slash developmental wrestler.

"Ask yourself is it worth it?" he said, "Look at the mess that Bryan and I became."

Wade felt a stab of jealousy and tried to conceal it.

Josh spotted this and looked at them both curiously.

"Never mind me...are you guys...dating now?" he asked.

"What makes you say that?" snapped Wade defensively. Sheamus shot him a reproachful look.

"The look on your face Wade when Sheamus mentioned Daniel...I'll go...leave you guys be..."

Making his excuses fast, the small man got to his feet and almost sprinted back out into the lobby.

"Blame me for that," Sheamus said.

"It's fine," huffed Wade.

"Are you jealous?" teased Sheamus.

"Fine! I'm jealous! Don't you go telling people or they'll think I'm a fucking pansy!" Wade snarled, cheeks red. Sheamus was highly amused.

"Takes bigger balls for a bloke to admit he has feelings," he teased, "Don't get so pissy. I'm actually flattered. C'mon moaning Minnie, let's get our arses on the bus."

"Fine," Wade said, "Only if we sit at the back."

He shot his Bad News smirk at the Irishman. He had wicked intentions.
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Outside in the parking lot, a few superstars were loading their rental cars with their luggage.

Ryback was trying his best to not feel totally embarrased at the fact that Curtis Axel was wearing the shortest shorts known to man. He was stood in front of his tag partner, shielding him from view. Thank God no fans were about this morning.

"Ryan, you're blocking the sun," complained the smaller, bearded man.

"Did you have to wear those?" hissed Ryback, blushing.

"You don't like me in these?" Curtis said, flashing a smirk and then a pout.

The Big GUy did like. A lot. Curtis' assets were shown off to perfection...tight around that bubble butt and cut off halway up the tanned smooth thigh. But in public...Curtis screamed 'gay'. Sure he could easily beat the ass of any big mouthed fan. But that wasn't the point.

"Well yeah...but...inside..." he mumbled.

"Gonna be a hot one, want to get some rays," Curtis said, and with another cheeky smirk, he bent down to shut the trunk of the silver Chevrolet rental, ass right out...the black nylon stretched over every curve.

Ryback had to turn away before he passed out, both with lust and embarrassment.

"Will you calm it!" he hissed.

"We got ages yet," Curtis said, "Anyone would think you were in a rush..." He got his phone out of his pocket and stayed bent over on the back of the car, browsing Twitter, enjoying the effect he was having. Even Punk hadn't made him feel this sexy. He'd already taken a mirror selfie in just those shorts and tweeted it today.

Ryback was in a fluster. And a big man like him never got 'flustered'. He had no idea Curtis was such a sex kitten. Well he was fantastic sex...but he supposed being Cody's best friend had brought out his minx side. The big guy was getting hard in his track pants.

"Chill Ryan," grinned Curtis, "So uptight.."

"M'fine," grunted Ryback.

"Hang on, my laces are untied," Curtis smirked, and bent right down to tie his sneakers up, ass right in Ryback;'s face. Oh dear God. Was he trying to torture Ryback today? Because they'd overslept and hadn't had time for a quickie before breakfast?

"Whoa..." came a voice.

Dean and Seth had been on their way to THEIR rental when they spotted Curtis Axel dressed in at least a size too-small workout shorts and ass in Ryback's face.

Ryback spotted the two Shield members and went crimson in the face, stumbling around the front of the car, opening the driver's door and yanking the bonnet catch; before looking at the engine to hide his mortification.

"Morning," smirked Curtis.

"Hey," Seth said, chuckling at Ryback's blatant embarrassment. They seemed to have a knack of meeting Rybaxel at uncomfortable moments.

"Where are your pants?" asked Dean.

Curtis smirked at him.

"Funny," he said, "Awesome match last night."

"Thanks," Dean grunted, uncomfortable at the scantily-clad man in front of him out of the 'office', so to speak.

Seth couldn;t help but laugh. Why was Dean being so prudish? Curtis spotted this and decided to have a bit of harmless fun. He padded to Seth.

"Want a hand with that bag?" he grinned to the two-tone haired man.

"Sure, thanks man," Seth said.

"That dive...oh my God," Curtis said, "Love it when they let us do big danger spots. Bet you're hurting today, huh?"

Dean's eyes narrowed. Was he FLIRTING with Seth? He folded his arms and scowled.

Seth didn't mind. As far as he could see it was just harmless and Curtis did have great legs. But Seth wouldn't. He only had eyes for Dean and plus pissing RYback off was not worth anything. The guy could snap him in two. He allowed Curtis to carry the bag to his rental.

"Thanks man, you're a buddy," Seth said, unlocking the trunk.

Curtis heaved the bag in before pulling the lid down.

"No problem," he smirked.

"I'll take over!" snarled Dean, seemingly out of nowhere, snatching the keys from Seth;'s hand and unlocking the boot once more to place his bag inside, before slamming the lid with a loud THUNK that echoed around the car park.

"Touched a nerve?" asked Curtis.

"No, no, thanks man, that was a help, need to rest before Albany," Seth said, "See ya at Raw man."

"Laters," Curtis said, winking and padding back to his rental. Seth shook his head and laughed to himself before unlocking the driver's door. He spotted Dean giving him an evil glower.

"What's up?" asked Seth.

"You know full well Colby."

"Enlighten me," sighed Seth.

"Letting that...slut...flirt...nice to know I'm invisible as soon as a hotter piece of ass on heat comes flashing his legs at you, huh!" growled Dean.

"He was just helping me out, and I appreciated that, cos that dive could have ended my career last night!" Seth said.

"Love that you were giving Axel all smiles when you couldn't touch me last night, nice, thanks Colby," Dean spat.

"I was beat up after the match! As were you!"

Dean got in the passenger side, slamming the door shut again. Seth climbed into the driver's seat. The car was like a greenhouse, the scent of heated velour and dashboard plastic filling their nostrils. Seth quickly turned on the ignition so the aircon could operate. Dean was purposely staring out the window, arms folded, as close to the door as possible. Oh great.

"Stop being so jealous!" Seth said.

"Stop fucking cheating on me then you bastard! I know you wanna bang Axel! You probably got off on listening to him and Ryback fucking next door in that shitty motel back in Minneapolis! Well go and fuck Axel then, the slut blatantly wants you! Surprise he didn't mount you in the car park! Sorry I can't compete with hot wrestler babies!"

Dean was truly pissed off.

Seth was not going to rise to his jealous rant. He knew Dean was just feeling insecure but sometimes it got very tiresome. They'd rowed a lot lately. Seth wasn't going to stop talking to coworkers just because Dean might see them as a threat. OK Curtis was being flirty. But Seth just saw it as a bit of fun. No harm done. Dean needed to realise that he was hot as fuck to Seth and the Armenian didn't WANT anyone else here. Maybe Dean should walk around in tiny shorts, Seth would appreciate that. A lot. But he knew Dean wouldn't be seen dead acting 'faggy'.

"Jesus, calm it, last thing I want is an atmosphere when Roman gets here," he said, "Just stop being so insecure."

"Prove it," Dean said obstinately.

"Prove what?"

"Prove that I'm still the guy you want."

"No. Roman will be here any minute...and don't even GO THERE! Roman is straight. And I don't want to bang him either."

"You don't want to bang me neither," huffed Dean, "How long Colby?"

"Do we have to be fucking morning, noon and night?" asked Seth.

"Thursday night, Colby!"

"Been a busy weekend! What happens when you've got our place on the card and with a pay per view!"

"Four fucking days."

Seth was, if truth be told, a little frightened of Dean after the time they had explosive sex post-argument and Dean had gone just a tiny bit crazy. They still had sex but Seth was careful (and made sure he was doing Dean from behind).

"Well once we get there..." he began.

"Axel's a fucking skankbag," Dean muttered, "Gabriel...Striker..Punk...and now Ryback...in less than 3 years...dirty ho."

"Jonny. Quit that. Makes you sound like a teenage girl."

"Oh so I have to be everyone's buddy do i?"

"You have got one hell of a mood on! Just shut the fuck up if you can't say anything half decent, OK?"

"Go to Albany with Roman. i'm gonna take the fucking bus!"

And with that Dean climbed out the passenger side and threw the door back hard, almost denting the body shell in the process. He was in such a bad mood he'd forgotten that his bag was in the boot of the rental. He spotted the tall figure of Roman, looking as casually perfect as ever, long raven hair scraped back and reflective shades on his caramel-hued, chiselled face.

"Hey man, you forgotten something?" rumbled the Samoan.

"Fuck off!" spat Dean.

"What's with you?" Roman asked curiously.

"I'm going on the bus, you can go with fucking Rollins!"

Dean had already stormed over to the hotel's coach bay before Roman had a chance to reply. The tour bus was about to depart. Dean sprinted over and knocked on the door. It opened.

"Got a space? Running late," he panted.

"You'll be lucky but have a look," sighed the driver.

"Thanks."

Dean climbed on and padded along the aisle. Oh God. Two people he didn';t want to see.

Epico smirked at Dean as he walked past.

Dean quickly turned his head.

"Not so full of yourself now are you, faggot?" sneered the Puerto Rican.

"Looks like Rollins has kicked his ugly old ass out," put in Primo.

"Least my cousin doesn't look like a toilet brush," Dean hit back, remembering a story Cody told him about clashing repeatedly with Carlito. He made his way to the back seats where just Sheamus and Wade Barrett were sat. In the seats immediately in front of the back seat was Josh Mathews. Alone. Dean didn't the announcer/developmental wrestler that much. And no sign of his drama queen boyfriend. He perched next to Josh.

"Oh...hey Dean," Josh said, removing one of his Dre headphones, "What you doing slumming it with us lot?"

"Hey! Intercontinental Champion!" Wade boomed from behind them, "Less of the slumming thanks!"

"Had a fight with Sethie," Dean huffed, "Could ask the same about you."

"Oh I got kicked out the marital pickup by wifey," Josh spat, "Seriously this whole thing is a hot mess."

"Seth decided to flirt with a slut," Dean said.

"Who?" asked Josh, "Miz is away filming the Marine!"

"Curtis Axel...fucking skank, mincing about in hotpants!" Dean growled, "He gave Seth all the big come to bed eyes, offering to carry his bag, yadda yadda...doing everything but bite his fucking neck!"

"Sure it was all innocent," Josh said.

"Bloke trouble?" asked Sheamus.

"Why is every other guy here a slut?" raged Dean.

"In our nature?" put in Wade.

"Do you see me humping the legs of everything in pants?" Dean countered, "Curtis Axel is nothing but a glorified ring rat who's only here cos of his last name! How did he get a job? Give Pat Patterson a lap dance?!"

A few seats back, Epico and Primo exchanged a smirk.

---

It was halfway up the interstate. Ryback was driving the rental and trying to keep his eyes firmly on the road. It was a tough job. Curtis was sat with his legs wide open in the passenger seat. The third generation superstar was still pretty horny. He'd had no intention of sleeping with Seth. Too much like his bastard ex in his opinion. No offence to the guy. Why would he want a runt like Rollins when there was 300 pounds of muscle in his bed every night?

Curtis had a wicked idea.

He rubbed his stomach and mewled.

Ryback turned curiously but continued driving.

Curtis mewled a bit louder.

"Whats the matter?" asked Ryback.

"Don't feel well," Curtis pouted.

Ryback groaned. Oh God. Please no. The aircon on this thing was faulty and if his other half had a stomach complaint...

"What's up? Headache? Pulled muscle?"

"I need you to stop the car Ryan," whined Curtis.

"You gonna barf?" asked Ryback, worried. He did wolf down breakfast earlier.

"I dunno...can we just pull off the highway?" moaned Curtis. Mmmm. He fancied some alfresco fun. Dangerous. Naughty. And a tale to tell Cody. He lifted his 'Better Than Perfect' sleeveless tee so his abs were flashed.

Ryback was hastily looking for an exit.

Aha. A truckstop.

Also the big guy could catch a bite to eat whilst they were stopped.

He signalled and switched lanes for the sliproad and soon they were pulling into the car park, which was quite a leafy place. But it was a very basic place. Just parking and a crummy little gas station. No restrooms. Oh God. The big guy wasn't in the mood to see puke.

"I don't think there's restrooms..." he warned, "You're gonna have to spew in some bushes."

Curtis smirked to himself. Oh yes. He was getting turned on just thinking about it. His trick was working.

Ryback turned off the engine and undid his seatbelt, opening the door and stretching. He heard Curtis climb out and sprint into the trees. Ryback winced, preparing himself for the sound of retching. Or something worse.

Nothing.

"Ryan...?" came Curtis' voice.

"You OK there?" asked Ryback, worried. Oh God. What if he'd vomited blood or something? They were somewhere in New York state in the ass-end of nowhere! He stumbled through the vegetation and saw Curtis perched on a tree stump...legs wide open and a naughty grin. What?

Ryback sighed.

He'd been well and truly had.

"You're perfectly OK arent you?" he demanded, folding his huge arms and fixing Curtis with a glare.

Curtis grinned wider and then...crossed one smooth, tanned leg over the other like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. And Ryback saw a ball flash. Oh the minx...no underwear. He thought those shorts were a bit too...revealing earlier. Well Ryback was trapped.

"Knock it off! We'll be late!" he said.

"Got hours," Curtis said, getting to his feet and walking over, and he snatched the car keys from Ryback's hand. Before stuffing them down the BACK of his shorts.

"What the hell?!"

"You want them? Come and get them!" Curtis purred, and then he turned around, walking towards the tree stump, resting his hands on it, bending at the waist, ass pushed out. Oh he was fucking illegal...Ryback was hard isntantly. Well...Curtis was creative, he'll give him that!

"C'mon Ryan," Curtis moaned, wiggling that bubble butt.

Ryback stood behind the older but smaller man and ran his huge hands over the nylon covered ass cheeks.

Curtis moaned. Oh yes..but those keys were digging in. But the cool metal against his warm skin...

Ryback;'s big hand slipped down those shorts, feeling that soft silken fleshy behind before locating the keys. Curtis moaned wantonly. Oh fuck he was getting more turned on by the thrill of being caught. He was aching to just be bent over and TAKEN right now.

Ryback pulled the keys from the shorts and stuffed them into his pocket for safekeeping.

"Drop them!" he barked.

Curtis couldn't get them around his ankles fast enough.

He turned and kneeled down, yanking his large partner's track pants and boxers down, the Big Guy's hardon springing free. Curtis instantly took Ryback all the way into his mouth, moaning with gratitude, his nimble hands massaging the beefy muscular ass, enjoying the growling, guttural groans leaving his partner's throat, and those strong powerful hips starting to fuck his bristly face.

He released Ryback before standing up, perching on the tree stump...mmm the cool dead wood felt really nice against his bare ass...idly jerking his weeping cock.

"Ry..." he whined, "Touch..."

Ryback began to caress inside the smaller man's silken thighs...gently touching his balls, enjoying the mewls Curtis was making. He should have known what Curtis had planned when he'd changed into his TV 'Better Than Perfect' top. Curtis loved wearing it when they had sex.

"Ry...please..." whined Curtis. He was so horny he didn't want much foreplay.

"What?" grinned Ryback, knowing what his boy meant but decided to tease him. He kneeled down and began to suck him off. He may be an alpha male but he wasn't averse to blowing Curtis. Curtis' slim hips began to fuck his face and the elder mans tood back up, grabbing Ryback's hand and placing it in his sensitive perineal area. Please...please...those big fingers..

Ryback pushed his forefinger against that tight entrance and enjoyed the stifled cry of relief as he was accepted.

Curtis removed his cock from the big guy's mouth and wriggled around.

"Eat me out," he whimpered.

Ryback eagerly pulled those golden globes apart and thrust his head between them, his strong tongue going to work, Curtis moaning, whimpering and squeaking in ecstasy...power lifters were always so. FUCKING. GOOD at rimming. He was ready.

"Damnit," rumbled Ryback hoarsely, removing himself from Curtis and standing up.

"What?"

"No fucking lube...it's in the trunk. Or rubbers."

"Ryan," moaned Curtis, turning and kissing him hungrily, "We never use them...and I'll be fine...just...please...baby.."

Ryback always liked it when Curtis called him terms of endearment...a real ego boost to the big guy. He held his partner in place and lined up, spanking that hot ass. Curtis had the sexiest ass he'd ever seen. Best ass in the business as far as Ryback was concerned. And Curtis could move that thing on the dance floor. He'd seen Curtis and Cody twerking in their briefs in the locker room. Not sure their dads would approve but damn was that hot. Punk was a fool dumping Curtis. But then Ryback wouldn't have got him. He spanked Curtis again, enjoying the mewl of ecstasy.

"C'mon..." whined Curtis thirstily.

Ryback slowly (on purpose) pushed at the tight entrance, making sure to spit on his hand to not hurt his boy too much; Curtis cried out at the pain of the dryness but it would be worth it. Sex outside in the May sunshine. The smell of the leaves. The distant rush of the freeway. The chance a trucker could catch them...Curtis would love to give them a show. Try selling THAT to TMZ! He pushed his round ass back, trying to take all of his man in. Yes!

Ryback was still amazed how naughty Curtis could be in bed (or out of it) sometimes. Being friends with Cody had totally brought him out of his shell. Especially now Daniel Bryan was out of the little clique. He groaned as the tight heat clenched around his cock.

Curtis was grabbing the tree stump, arching his back. Oh yes. Fuck him.

Ryback began to pound the smooth ass hard and fast, both because he was god-damn horny and because someone could catch them any minute. The whole truck stop was still in plain view from this spot.

Curtis was being so immodest...whining, mewling, gasping and whimpering with joy as his spot was being hit just right constantly. Oh yes. This was better than perfect. Ryback was such a fucking brilliant top...he was born to fuck ass...oh yes! Yes.

"Ssssh!" hissed Ryback.

"Shut me up then!" moaned Curtis, before increasing the volume of his cries some more.

SMACK!

"Oh fuck yes!" Curtis was fucking loving this. Oh please...make him cum...don't jerk...no don't...he smacked Ryback's hand from his cock.

"JOSEPH!" growled Ryback, "Fuck...we'll..get...caught..!"

"They can fucking watch and rub one out...oHHH! OH! FUCK! YES...oh fuck! Make me cum..."

Ryback was grunting and hissing..he was getting close...Curtis' whorish cries and the fact that they could be discovered by some random trucker at any moment..but..he wanted to satisfy his boy. He was a canny man - always work to blow Curtis' mind every time so he wasn't tempted by anyone else. Cesaro had told him that one. Curtis wasn't a slut like Mike. But he still may pine for Punk..

Ryback had an idea. He pulled out.

"RYAN!" cried Curtis in protest.

Ryback lay on the mossy, dusty ground. Who cares if he got soil or bugs on him? Back to nature...as it were.

"Take a seat," he growled, smirking.

Curtis kicked off his shorts and sneakers before straddling the ripped abs and lowering his round ass on, moaning loudly as he was once more impaled. Oh fuck yes. Ryback could ALWAYS make him cum in this position. He began to snap his hips and lean body up and down furiously, hands digging into the huge chest of Ryback, crying out louder than ever, moaning Ryback's real name over and over. Oh he felt so fucking alive...so fucking alive...

"Yeah...c'mon baby...ride me," snarled Ryback. Better than fucking perfect indeed. He'd like Curtis to take that top off but he knew the smaller man liked to wear it. The pretty, bearded face was etched in pleasure, his eyes shut, his body writhing with passion...

"Oh Ryan..oh...oh yes...I'm...Oohh...fuck..."

Curtis was so close...he could feel it coming..more...keep hitting his spot...this position was the fucking BEST...he was riding like a rodeo cowboy on speed...shame he had no poppers..

Ryback was grunting and hissing constantly...he was getting close, the tight heat crushing him, Curtis' screams and moans...he knew Curtis was about to explode...the series of high pitched whimpers between stifled screams gave it away..

Curtis screamed loudly, the sound echoing around the trees as he finally orgasmed, spraying Ryback's WWE-issue t-shirt with his essence, riding it out with those talented hips, his skin electrified...his abs aching gloriously..he wasn't going to stop...he wanted Ryback to come inside him..

A few minutes later, the big man threw his bald head back and roared like a bear as he too, went over the edge and drove up into the willing body above him, Curtis whimpering as he worked his body, riding it out with Ryback, even though his hole was now stinging a little.

He leaned down and kissed his beloved big guy, whining.

"I love you Ryan...that was incredible," he panted.

"You're fucking naughty," gasped Ryback.

"You're fucking amazing in bed...and out of it," smirked Curtis, his pretty face flushed and eyes sparkling. He sat up, easing himself off Ryback.

"Look at my fucking shirt!" complained the big guy, discreetly wiping himself down before pulling up his track pants.

"Ooops," giggled Curtis, "Looks like you'll have to take it off."

"You did that on purpose!" Ryback said, peeling the shirt off, the smaller man's eyes all over his ripped, hulking, powerful torso.

"I can't help it that you're so good at sex you turn me into a sprinkler," teased Curtis, pulling his shorts and sneakers back on.

Ryback shook his head chuckling as he began to pad back to the car.

---

Back on the tour bus, Wade was laying across the back seat, reading some British newspapers on his iPad, head on Sheamus' lap. This was about as much PDA as he was willing to do. His wicked intentions from earlier (tossing off Sheamus on the bus) had been thwarted by the amount of people sitting at the back end and Sheamus falling asleep about half an hour ago so he was content with this for now.

In the seats in front, Josh and Dean had been exhanging tales from the indies.

"It's weird," Dean said, "I always forget you worked the indies before you came here."

"Only about a year," Josh said, "On the back of Tough Enough...and mine are boring compared to you...I mean...a saw to your head...how are you still alive?"

"I get pretty into my gimmicks," Dean said, "And also...it got me laid."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but...you know Tye Dillinger? AKA Shawn Spears?" Josh said, "He's an old friend of Coddles...you probably worked together once."

"Yeah, course I know him...look I'm not ashamed of my past Josh," Dean said, "I know I was notorious in the indie circuit for being the easiest fuck out there. I didn't know he and Cody were friends."

"Shawn slash Tye and Coddles were in OVW together," Josh said, "Turns out Coddles effed him."

"What?! I always thought he was straight! Damn!" Dean said, "Guess not."

"One of those guys who'll dip it in a guy cos its easier than chatting up some ring rat," Josh said, "Met plenty of those in my time. Our pasts are similar. Know what they used to say about me? My ass was called 'the hottest spot in WWE, always open' for years."

Dean chuckled. He'd been on the end of that very same Sex And The City-derived insult by some of his friends back in Cincinnati.

"You'll never believe that, but one of my buddies back in Ohio said that when I had his hot brother," Dean said, "Hottest spot in Cincinnati, always open. Ha. Small world."

"Tye slash Shawn also said one thing which Coddles always used to hit me with whenever I got laid," Josh said, "He said that whenever you sleep with someone, they take a part of you. Fucking around always left me empty after a while."

"Same," Dean said, "I got to a point where being a slut wasn't fun anymore. Do you think I;m being stupid with all this stuff?"

"I don't know why you still have Grindr on your phone," Josh said, "Do you really think Seth will dump you?"

"Probably," confessed Dean, "I tried relationships before...they always got bored."

"But c';mon, you and Seth have been a couple since FCW," Josh said, "3 years now? I know I can't dish out relationship advice...but...seduce him. Trust me. I know you hate shallow party boy gay culture...but a hot jock or pair of briefs...you've got good legs and a cute butt Dean. Show them off to him."

Wade was earwigging with interest. So Dean Ambrose was a slag? And he stored that suggestion to surprise Sheamus. Don the sexy undies. It was so not Wade's style but hey, if it got Sheamus going..

"You been checking me out?" Dean said, blushing.

"I was in FCW and NXT with you and Seth remember? You used to wear trunks!" Josh said.

"Oh yeah," Dean said.

"Do you know," Josh said, "It's been so nice talking to someone without having to talk about RuPaul's Drag Race, Mean Girls, how awesome Our Lady Peace are, or have to pretend to know about X-Men."

Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Sounds like things aren't exactly perfect," he remarked.

"You know they say never date your best friend..." sighed Josh, "I didn't want to believe it...but...the fantasy I'd had for almost 6 years...it's not lived up to it at all. He's such a damn diva and drama queen!"

"Excuse me," butted in Wade, "So were you, calling yourselves Queen Bees for all those years!"

"Hey! Stop eavesdropping!" Josh said, "That was 3 years or so ago now. I'm the wrong side of 30...too old for that."

"You're the same bloody age as me, so watch your gob shortarse!" Wade said, but he was grinning.

"Oh yeah..."

"Really?" asked Dean, "Wow...I'm five years younger than you.."

"Yeah yeah, not the point," Josh said.

"So if Cody's a pain in the arse, why not dump him?" Wade said.

"Who else would have me?" Josh said, "I'm the guy who does the preshows and jobs to the stars of the future! Anyway. Not about me. Nobody needs to hear about my relationship. Serves me right screwing a married man."

"That's not fair," Dean said, "I know I complain about Sethie wanting Roman but you shouldn't have to put up with that. Even if it is a sham marriage."

"Not just that," Josh said, "He's a bully. He and Lay need to fucking work their shit out. She's on the verge of cutting me out of her life cos I'm not kicking Coddles to the kerb."

"I think she and Fandango have more than just a gimmick," Dean said.

"Isn't he bi?" Wade asked.

"He was dating Ted DiBiase," Josh said.

"What?" Dean said.

"Really?" Wade said.

"Oh God...don';t," Josh sighed, "If Lay and Fandango ARE doing stuff...Coddles will go APESHIT."

"But it's none of his business," Dean said.

"It concerns his ex-boyfriend, so it is his business," Josh sighed, "You know he likes to involve himself in other people's sex lives..."

"Yes," sighed Dean, "I swear to God his first question to everything is 'who bottoms'. First thing he asked Sethie and me."

"I know, I was there," Josh said.

"So, spill on Fandango and dear, departed cowboy DiBiase Junior," Wade smirked.

"Are you asking for gossip?" Sheamus said, waking up from his nap and grinning.

"No, just intrigued," grunted Wade.

"Yeah, yeah," teased Sheamus.

"Why does everyone want me to 'spill the tea' as Randy says," Josh sighed, "He's ALWAYS asking me to dish the dirt on NXT."

"Ooh, NXT," Sheamus said, perking up, "You can't say that and then leave it."

"Oh God, you too?" Josh said, "You're manly men who drink beer, love fast cars and soccer...why do you care?"

"Because it's better than playing I bloody Spy," Wade smirked, "Go on, deliver the Bad News."

"You didn't just...?" Dean said incredulously.

"He did," Sheamus chuckled. Plus talking about NXT gossip deflected Dean asking why they were all over one another.

"What you wanna know?" asked Josh.

"Corey Graves," Sheamus said, "What's his game? Remember when I helped him and Neville take the NXT tag titles?"

"Wow that was ages ago," Josh said, "Don't tell me...I think I can guess.."

"You shagged Corey Graves?!" Wade growled, failing to hide the jealousy. Dean raised his eyebrows curiously. It sounded to him almost like Wade was jealous?

"No! No!" Sheamus said, "Don't be so...paranoid mate. What was I about to say was...Corey tried to come onto me after the match. If Neville hadn't been there I think he'd have molested me."

"Urgh, that's so unsurprising," Josh said, "Before Oliver got released, we were all calling him Whorey Corey behind his back...it was Aiden English who started that one up.."

"Ahh Aiden, he's a nice lad," Sheamus said, recalling his fairly recent match with the Drama King, "I took him for a pint and he told me all about Baron."

"Agony aunt, huh?" snarked Wade.

Sheamus couldn';t believe how jealous the big Englishman was!

"Awww bless," Josh said, "Aiden and Baron are a cute couple. I wish Aiden would stop telling us exactly what Baron did to his ass the night before though. Sami gets sooooo pissy."

Sheamus chuckled. Last time he was at NXT Sami Zayn had slapped Adrian Neville around the face in front of the whole NXT roster, trainers and all, for losing one of his signature flat caps. Adrian had to apologise with a big bunch of flowers.

"What's funny?" asked Wade.

"I just remembered last time I was at NXT, Neville lost Sami Zayn's flat cap and he got a slap in the face...he might be NXT Champion but he's under the ol' thumb," grinned Sheamus.

"Sami makes Adrian sleep on the couch if he stays out late drinking with NXT guys," Josh said, "He's such a wife. He and Paige...oh my God...they're like school teachers.."

"You're ALWAYS with Paige," Dean said, "I think you fancy her."

"She's too young, female, and taken," Josh said, "And I'm NOT telling ANYONE who she's seeing. If I do, she'll get her whole family after me."

"Spoilsport," smirked Sheamus, "So, any more dirt? Any more funny stories about Sami Zayn?"

"Well, last time I was down there, he and Adrian were in the PC, holding hands...soon as Bill DeMott rolls up for training, Adrian literally acts like he got scalded. Oh Sami was pissed. He locked himself in the mens room for an hour and wouldn't speak to Adrian for the rest of the day. Adrian had to take him out to the best Arab restaurant in town and stump up before Sami forgave him. He's big on public affection whereas Adrian's still funny about it. It's what most of their rows are about."

---

Albany, NY.

At the arena, about two to three hours before Raw went on air, a few Superstars were in the locker room after returning from workouts.

Curtis Axel was humming his father's theme to himself as he changed into his ring gear (no underwear of course. After this morning's epic fuck in the woods he wanted more tonight in that pretty nice hotel room!). Ryback was already in catering stuffing his face.

Curtis felt a spank on his trunk-covered ass.

"Yo bitch," Cody announced, also already in ring gear, "How's tricks?"

"Where have you been?" asked Curtis, "I saw Josh get off the bus but your pickup was in the parking lot."

"Vlogging with my wife, d'ah," Cody said, "Where is Joshy?"

"He's got the dark match with Ryder," Curtis said, "He's in the ring. Ryder was a real bitch to me earlier actually."

"Oh?"

"Said I was a low key whore chatting up other guys' boyfriends."

"Did he?" growled Cody, cracking his knuckles.

"Because I was talking to Tom Phillips," Curtis said.

"Awww Tom's a cutie," smiled Cody, "We need to take him to a club, sex him up for J-Rob."

"Thats what I was trying to do and then Ryder walked in," Curtis said, "Ryder's weird."

"Well as The Queen says, there's nothing worse than a Superstar who peaks too early," Cody said.

"Maybe that's Ryder's problem," smirked Curtis.

"It's Gabriel's problem," sniggered Cody.

The wrestling-family-troublemakers giggled cattily to themselves.

"Your trunks are looking snug," Cody remarked, "I see no lines. You going commando?"

"Yup," Curtis said, "Oooh...I have gossip. Guess who got well and truly nailed at a truck stop in full view of the place?"

Cody grinned. Curtis was getting worse than him now!

"I hope you douched," he said, "Don't want any spillage now do we in our match?"

"What do you think I am, an animal?" Curtis grinned, "Wanna get some food?"

"Already with ya," Cody said, arm around his best friend's shoulders. With Ted in Mississippi, Bryan turning his back on the ravenette, Cody now saw Curtis as his closest friend. They had so much in common, especially both being born into the business. They padded to Catering and found 'their table' before sitting at it. Only to find Epico and Primo sat there.

"Excuse me," Cody said, "This is our table."

"Oh really?" sneered Primo, "I don't see any body glitter or gay drugs?"

"Sorry," Cody said, "I cannot hear you over how irrelevant you are."

"At least we made the pay per view last night," Epico put in, "Which is more than can be said for either of you faggots."

"Your breath smells just like Carlito's," Cody hit back, "Please go and get a mint."

"Ignore them," Curtis said, "They're just salty because their dwarf mascot got over before them."

Epico and Primo suddenly smirked at one another, remembering Dean Ambrose's rant they'd overheard on the bus.

"Actually Axel," Primo said, "We were looking for you."

"What makes you think Curtis would WANT to talk to either of you?" Cody said, looking at both of them like they were something he'd trodden in, "Go and Olé away into the trashcans."

"Dean Ambrose has got it in for you," Primo said, sidestepping Cody and smirking at Curtis, "Says you were coming onto Rollins back in New Jersey, offering to carry his bag and shit."

"Oh, and as well," Epico sneered, "He called you a glorified ring rat who only got your job here cos you wiggled your ass for Pat Patterson and cashed in on your dead Dad's name!"

Curtis went scarlet. Ambrose fucking WHAT? He supposed he asked for it earlier but to attack his legacy...

The malicious pair sniggered and decided to add some seasoning of their own.

"He also said you were chubby and looked like your head was on upside down," Primo snickered, "And that you were an insult to your dad cos at least your dad was good looking."

They'd totally made that up but it had worked a treat. Now Ambrose was due an ass kicking.

Curtis was absolutely apoplectic with rage. How fucking DARE Ambrose...how fucking dare he? Fine, be jealous about the light playful flirting with Seth...but the crazy bastard had crossed the line big time. Curtis wanted bloody retribution. Nobody insulted his father and got away with it. Nobody.

"Well," Cody said, jumping to his friend;'s defence, "At least it got Curtis a better spot on the card then either of you losers. That's why you're now dressed up in blindfolds and stupid hats. You only got over before cos of that ho bag Rosa getting all the fat virgins worked up."

"We're just the messengers," smirked Primo, "Take it up with Ambrose, Axel."

Sniggering to themselves, the two cousins picked their water bottles up and vacated the table.

Curtis was shaking with fury. How dare Ambrose make remarks like that! He'd worked hard to get here and make his dad proud! Dean had made it personal. Curtis had taken too much crap off the likes of Gabriel over the years. Not this time.

"Curtis...babe...ignore them," Cody said, "They're just malicious shit stirrers. They probably made it up because they've got nothing better to do!"

But Curtis had already got to his feet, blood on his mind. Where was that fucking...he stormed out of Catering and began to scour the corridors. There he was. With his fucking crony Reigns and of course Rollins. Curtis stomped over to the Shield.

Seth looked uncomfortable and shuffled away.

Dean glared right back at his nemesis. Curtis was purple in the face, eyes glittering, breathing through his nose.

"A word, Moxley," he snarled.

Roman observed this curiously.

"What's up man?" he rumbled.

"I'd stay out of it man," Seth said, feeling really guilty. He was partly to blame for this. Dean had apologised to him when they'd met at the hotel earlier but was still a bit frosty when Roman was about.

"Anything you can say," Dean spat, "You can say in front of my BOYFRIEND and Roman."

Curtis got right in Dean's space. The two were nose to nose.

"Think you're clever do you?" Curtis growled, "Think it wouldn't get back to me, huh?"

"Says the guy who put the moves on someone else's man," Dean hit back, refusing to be intimidated.

"You're just an overrated clown who's only where he is because of a bunch of crazy tumblr girls," Curtis hissed, "Who for some unknown reason think you're attractive when you stink and have hair you could cook fries on."

"Hey, that's enough!" Roman snapped.

"Stay out of this," Dean hissed, "Oh really, gonna get personal are we? Being in the main event with Paul Heyman, Hunter AND Vince behind you couldn't get your boring ass over. Feuding with your ex fuck Punk couldn't get you over. You'll never live up to your daddy."

Curtis shoved Dean against the wall, still nose to nose with him. He grabbed the front of Dean's t-shirt.

"I was born into this business you cunt," he snarled, "Surprised Rollins didn't jump at the chance to be with me. He must hit you from behind because looking at your gurning rubber face during sex is enough to kill anyone's boner. The tumblr girls will leave you the moment someone like Graves gets called up."

"Fuck you Hennig," Dean spat, "Oh, and by the way. Lose the gut. Fancy being Punk's leftovers. No wonder he chucked you for tiny little AJ Lee. Bet he hated watching your gut wobble everytime he screwed you."

Curtis was seeing red. He was an inch away from punching Dean in the face. He wanted to kill this bastard.

Roman and Seth were stood either side of Dean, trying to step in before this turned extremely ugly.

Curtis yanked Dean's shirt hard.

"I could fucking kick your ass," he spat, "Without your bodyguards. I could own your skinny ass."

"Bring it then Hennig!" Dean growled, pushing Curtis hard in the chest, "C'mon! Big guy! let's see what you got!"

"I wouldn't waste my time," Curtis said, turning his back, "By the way, use some deodorant. Surprised Rollins has any nose hair left."

And that's when Dean struck. He went and kicked Curtis hard in the back of his knee, tripping him up and sending him to the floor. Roman and Seth rushed over, grabbing him by the arms.

"Calm down man!" Roman said, "You'll get fired if they catch you!"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" roared Dean, wriggling free and launching himself onto Curtis like a battering ram, laying into him with his fists. Curtis struggled to fight him off but managed eventually to break away. He aimed his fist and caught Dean right in on the side of his face, sending him to the floor.

"Ugly, body odor AND you can't even fight for real," gasped Curtis, holding his stomach where Dean had managed to hit him, "Dunno what they see in you."

"Your Dad and Grandad would be so fucking disappointed in you...an aged old queen the wrong side of thirty who can't wrestle, can't get over, and can barely get laid without looking desperate!" Dean said, holding his face which stung.

"What the HELL is going on?" roared a commanding voice.

All four men turned to see a furious Triple H, already in his Evolution tee and jeans.

"Explain?" he erupted, "Brawling like fucking animals! Right! I'm punishing you for this! Axel, we were going to have you take on Rhodes but you can forget that now! Ryback will work it instead! As for you Ambrose, I am stripping you of your title immediately! We are now opening the show on air with a Battle Royal!"

"Fine. Whatever," Dean said mutinously.

"You are gonna fucking learn from this to act like fucking adults at work! Brawl as much as you like in that ring but while we're setting up, ACT LIKE PROFESSIONAL GROWN MEN! Oh and Ambrose, I am giving your title to Sheamus."

"Sorry Hunter," Roman said.

"And as for you two, I expected better," Hunter snapped, rounding on Seth and Roman, "We are re-writing the end segment. You, Reigns, will now take a triple powerbomb from Evolution."

"WHAT?!" Dean cried out.

"That is final! You're lucky it was me who found you and not Vince otherwise the pair of you will be sent to the unemployment line and ROllins and Reigns will be sent down to the bottom of the card! Now get the fuck out of here and get ready to work! ALL OF YOU! NOW!"

Like four scolded schoolboys, Dean, Seth, Roman and Curtis stomped away.

---

Sheamus headed backstage, his new title over his arm. This was an unexpected surprise. Not that the Irishman was complaining at all. Of course the hate had come flooding in from smarks, accusing him of being subject to favouritism from Triple H, yadda yadda. It got so boring. At the end of the day, booking was booking. Dean hadn't defended the title in ages anyway. And he'd heard about the punch up earlier. If Meltzer did find out, Sheamus would assume that he'd get somehow blamed for it anyway. Dirtsheets he took with a pinch of salt. He spotted Wade smirking at him.

"Alright," Wade grinned, "Champ and champ. Someone obviously loves us."

"Looks like it's time to christen this belt," Sheamus grinned.

Wade positively leered.

"Now don't go getting any ideas," Sheamus said, back to the wall but still smiling.

Wade got in his personal space and grabbed the front of the Irishman's sweaty trunks.

"You've turned me into a full time bottom," the Brit smirked, "You wouldn't even submit to someone who looks like the Ryback."

"Got that right," Sheamus teased, before grunting appreciatively at the touching.

"Time for a quickie?" Wade rasped.

"Dirty cunt," Sheamus hissed, planting a hungry kiss on the dark whiskered lips, "Take a photo of me so I can do the obligatory tweet to keep them upstairs happy first."

"Good job I picked your phone up," Wade said, reaching into his trunks and fishing it out, before aiming the camera to take a photo of SHeamus posing with his belt. Sweaty. Mmmm. The Brit was horny as fuck.

"And thanks for the ball sweat," Sheamus teased, before sniffing the phone. They certainly weren't sappy. They were men's men and crass as anything. And both of them freaking loved it. The Irishman grabbed his tall English partner and began to grope that muscular arse, Wade moaning mannishly.

"Knickers off," snarled Sheamus.

"Oi!" barked Wade, "Watch your fucking gob satsuma bollocks."

"You know if you gob off at me too much I'll go in dry," Sheamus replied, "Side room. Now."

Wade was grinning from ear to ear as he padded through the door near to where they were stood. Backstage interviews would have to wait. The Englishman had a sweaty, manly-smelling Irish brute to get his legs around. Sheamus followed him and shut the door before the two huge men's lips smashed together, the callused ivory hands whipping the brunette's black trunks and protective underwear down. Wade kicked his trunks into the corner.

"No fucking time for mucking about," he gasped, "On the floor Ste."

Sheamus grinned once more and lay his enormous form onto the cold linoluem. Mmm. This was oddly refreshing and yet so seedy. So naughty. Wade straddled him, his powerful thighs either side of the white shining abs before that smooth, tanned arse was rubbing against the Irishman's hardon and masculine grunts of pleasure left the Lancastrian's throat. Wade was getting to be a real slut for Sheamus' cock. But only in the manliest way of course.

"Careful, don't hurt yourself," Sheamus said.

"I can fucking take a pain, I'm not a pansy," snarled Wade, grabbing Sheamus' length and lining it up with his arse. He sat down a bit more and hissed with pain as the sharp sting shot through his lower body, the consquence of sex without lubricant. But Wade was too hungry to care. And he could take it. Bare knuckle fighter after all.

"Jesus," groaned Sheamus, "You slag."

Wade just smirked, eyes watering and pushed his muscular ass all the way down until those thick sweaty thighs were pressed against his cheeks and the Irishman was sheathed inside. Oh yes. Fuck yes. He'd never done it at work before. And it was during fucking Raw. Oh yes. He bit his lip to stem his throaty growls of pleasure and began to ride.

---

Outside the door, a nervous Tom Phillips was looking for Sheamus for the Backstage Fallout interview. His ears were caught by the sounds of deep, roughneck grunts. First he thought someone was just weightlifting. But why in that little room?

"Oh fuck yeah..."

Wait that was Sheamus' voice!

And that was the sound of fucking. Unmistakeable.

"Fuck yeah Ste.."

Wade?!

Oh God!

Tom was half turned on, half freaked out. The young announcer was frozen. if they caught him, his entrails would be painted across the streets of Albany! But...two manly Europeans rutting in a dingy little side room...Tom didn't know what possessed him. He ever so gingerly pushed the handle down and opened the door a crack to see in. He almost passed out. Man sweat filled the air.

Wade was riding SHeamus like a dog on heat, grunting, cussing; his accent a heavy drawling rumble. His hands were interlocked with a sweat-sheened and naked save for pads and boots Sheamus. The Irishman's head was thrown back as bullish growls left him, enjoying the tight ass enveloping him and the 250 plus pounds of English beef taking what he wanted, his new title now around his waist...

Tom was incredibly turned on. So forbidden. Two of the top stars...two champs...screwing backstage during Raw without a care in the world. The young announcer dropped his microphone.

"Fuck!" he hissed, closing the door. He couldn't interview Sheamus. Not now! Where was Renee? She'd be only too happy to do that. But he couldn't find the blonde Canadian with a hardon. His dress pants were tenting really obviously. He needed relief. Fast. He dashed for the men's room, collding with the camera crew.

"Where's Sheamus?" barked one of them.

"Er...busy...can't...phone call...ask Renee," blurted out Tom, thrusting the mic into the cameraman's hand. He had to find the mens room. Before he spilled in his pants! He could still hear Sheamus and Wade's grunts in his head...could see their writhing, powerful bodies in front of him...at last! He kicked the door down and sped inside, not even caring if anyone was in there and barricaded himself in a stall. Down came the smart dress pants and briefs and the young man began to fist his cock feverishly.

Within mere minutes Tom moaned and mewled as he sprayed his release all over the back of the door.

Oh fuck.

That was an intense jerk. He'd blown a big load.

---

"What was that?" gasped Wade, having heard the thud outside.

Sheamus smirked.

"Maybe it's Vince come to watch," he teased, totally not bothered.

"Give the old git something to wank to then," Wade panted, "Ohhh fuck...ohh fuck yeah...give to me."

He was close.

So was the Irishman. All the post match adrenaline was bubbling up, threatening to burst...

"You gonna?" he drawled.

Wade nodded.

Fuck yes. Just there.

Could he cum without wanking off?

More.

Fucking more.

Oh yes. Smash his spot.

He snapped his slim yet powerful hips harder.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

He was going to...

Wade bellowed loudly as he finally caved in and exploded all over the white body beneath him.

"Jesus mind the fucking belt!" gasped Sheamus, slapping Wade's cock away. Too late. He and his new title were covered.

Wade climbed off, totally done, unable to take any more. His arse was sore as hell but that was worth it.

He lay, panting, on the lino beside his partner and began to wank Sheamus off in earnest. Soon the air was blue with Irish brogue and the redhead's much-needed release was coating his body and Wade's hand.

Wade leaned over and kissed Sheamus.

"You're a fucking pain in the arse," drawled the Irishman.

"That';d be you, I'm throbbing back there," Wade smirked.

"Better hide any bumps you take on yer arse," Sheamus said, grabbing his trunks and turning them inside out to wipe his belt and torso down.

The two men began to redress (what little they were wearing in the first place) before exiting the side room, Sheamus whistling the theme from Father Ted to try and look innocent, Wade giving him a 'really?' expression as he followed behind.

"Father bloody Ted?" Wade said.

"Shut up, it's all I could think of," Sheamus said, throwing his title over his back. He spotted Renee and the cameras. Oh bollocks. Interview. He tried to look less like he'd been having a clandestine bunk-up and sauntered over, flashing her his winning smile.

---

Poor Tom Phillips was sat, still half naked, in the stall, recovering. This would be in his mind for weeks! Not like he wasn;t getting any, seeing as his own other half was out in the time keeper's space, but...backstage. That would be so hot.

He pulled his briefs and suit pants back up before tidying himself a little. Better clean that door. The young announcer began to wipe his release off the door shamefully. That'll do. He flushed and unbolted the door.

"Oh hey Tom."

"Josh...I er..."

"You OK there? You sick?"

Josh's lip was curling. The veteran announcer could tell instantly that his much newer colleague had just let off some steam. The flushed face gave it away. Plus he'd heard everything. Tom hadn't been quiet.

"WHat you doing in your ring gear?" asked Tom, "I thought you had a match before the show?"

Josh was sporting some smart black and silver ring attire.

"Oh, just giving it a test run before I go back to Florida," the small man said, looking at his reflection in the mirror, "It's Lay's Mania attire, and seeing as she's in those gowns now, she's given it to me. Sandra's just adjusting it, seeing how it fits."

"How long you been in here?" asked Tom, face scarlet now.

"Long enough," Josh smirked, "Hey, it's cool, I won't tell. Why in the middle of Raw?"

"You won't believe what I saw," Tom said, "I was supposed to interview Sheamus...and ended up overhearing him and freaking Wade Barrett fucking in a box room!"

Josh howled with laughter. He was so red. Like a child. And damn what a hot sight that must have been.

"Backstage fun happens a lot!" he chuckled, "Aw kid you've got lots to learn." He rested his leg on a sink to adjust his pads. The outfit was a bit tight but on the whole the fit was nice. It had looked striking on Layla.

Tom couldn't help but check his veteran colleague out. Josh was a good looking guy, Tom thought, and had a ripped tattooed body totally at odds with his squeaky nerdy voice.

Josh noticed.

"What do you think?" he asked, flashing his sparkling white teeth, "Looks good?"

"Yeah...yeah..." choked Tom, "Suits you...looks better than that grey one with yellow and pink you wore earlier."

"Awesome, better get back to Booker and the rest," sighed Josh, "You should have waited until the show wrapped and dragged J-Rob to the hotel."

"I'm young," Tom said, "I can probably manage another go, oldtimer."

"Cheeky young scamp!" teased Josh. Tom wasn't that much younger than him but he did feel like the grizzled old boy compared to so much new announcer blood.

"Ryder botched a lot in your match," Tom said, "You're good in the ring, that neckbreaker you use as a finisher looks so nasty."

"Ryder's weird," Josh said, "And I thought he could work better too. And thanks. I still call it the Layout cos Lay doesn't use it anymore. Look I really have to get back to the panel."

"See you Thursday at Full Sail for tapings," Tom said, "Oh, Josh...er...I've got some new ones...think Justin will like them?"

"Better hope nobody walks in," chuckled Josh, "Go on then, show me."

Tom lowered his suit trousers to show Josh his briefs.

"Damn boy, you got back," teased Josh, spanking his friend playfully.

"HEY!"

"Oh lighten up. See ya Thursday."

Josh padded out to go change back into his suit, leaving Tom with a racing mind.

---

It was an awkward seven days for a few roster members.

Dean and Seth had only spoken when putting matches together. Seth was furious with Dean for kicking off, whilst Dean was pissed the hell of at Seth for caring more about work than their relationship. So much so, that he'd been browsing Grindr between shows. He'd been hit up by a few guys but chickened out in case they sold their story. He'd also been approached by ring rats but managed to talk his way out of that.

Dean despised Curtis Axel. As far as he was concerned, all this was that prick Axel's doing. Scheming his way up the card. Dean would have carried on punching Curtis until he saw blood.

Right now the three Shield members were discussing spots prior to their matches later. Roman was getting fed up with this. His colleagues were refusing to speak to one another if they could help it, and only spoke to him. Jesus. Why him? Couples. Damn them to hell. Why did the Samoan have to be put with a couple?

"OK," he snarled, "I'm getting sick of this, man. Can't you two just man the fuck up and apologise?"

"I'm not the one who decided to stage a ridiculous Dynasty catfight with someone I'm jealous of and ended up losing my title," Seth growled.

"And I'm not a cheating piece of shit," spat Dean, looking daggers at his almost ex.

"Oh really? Who's the one who still has Grindr?" Seth snapped, not backing down.

"FUCK THIS!" roared Roman, startling the two of them.

"Chill out Roman," Dean snarked.

"This is the fucking end, the pair of you!" barked the Samoan, "Either kick the crap out of one another or fuck one another's brains out because this is beyond a joke now. Get over it. You acted out at work, you got punished. Be fucking thankful we still have our spot. Because I mean it, if this had screwed up my career, you will have hell to pay."

"C'mon then," Dean snarled, now squaring up to the imposing heavy of the Shield, "Think you're hard enough, huh? I don't care who your family are, I could take you in a fight!"

He was now nose to nose with Roman whose lips were purse and eyes flashing, snorting through his nose. Roman cracked his knuckles. He was seriously considering punching big mouthed Dean in the face if only to shut him up.

But he wasn't going to sink to Dean's level. He curled his lips before turning away.

"FUCKING PUSSY! KNEW YOU WERE!" yelled Dean, "Come on Reigns, huh? You fucking scared of me? SCARED?! CHICKEN SHIT! PUSSY!"

"Grow the fuck up Good," Roman deadpanned before striding away down the corridor.

Dean was incensed. He wanted to go punch Roman's lights out now too.

"Well done," Seth spat sarcastically, "Great going Jonathan."

"Fuck you. And it's Dean Ambrose. Prick."

"He's right, you need to grow up," Seth said, "Haven't you done enough?"

"Go and fuck that skank ho Axel!" snarled Dean, "If I'm obviously too embarrassing for you!"

"I am sick of your jealousy!" Seth snapped, "You know what, maybe we should make it official. I'm done with you."

"Now Roman's all yours!" roared Dean, "Hadn't you better go after him before he finds a ring rat? Don't wanna be disappointed do you?!"

Seth was incredulous. Really? How much longer was Dean going to keep this up? He didn't want to dump Dean as he knew Dean would go off the rails, probably go out, get blind stinking drunk and make an ass of himself. Or probably hit up some sleazebag on Grindr and end up doing some drug-fuelled double penetration or something else equally horrible.

"Jesus Jonny," he sighed, "Why can't you just stop being so paranoid, huh? I do not want to fuck Axel. For fuck's sake Jonny...Jonathan...I love you."

Dean froze.

His heart leapt.

First time Seth had dropped the L bomb in ages.

His anger lessened.

"I love you," Seth said again, "I hate seeing you so tense...and angry 24/7. If Axel wants to throw himself at me, then it's his choice. I'm not interested in him."

"Prove it," Dean said, folding his arms.

"I'm not fucking you here," Seth said, "Don't be so sleazy."

Seth was a laid back dude most of the time but he knew when to be romantic. He was convinced that's what Dean needed. Take the blood and sweat out of the equation. Show him some love. Take a leaf out of Cesaro's book. The guy was the freaking strongest man in the company and yet he was a total gentleman to Miz. Seth had seen how Miz melted...on his final day here before departing with Summer Rae to film The Marine 4, Cesaro had bought Miz a big bunch of flowers and the Most Must-See Superstar had grinned from ear to ear the entire day, carrying his bouquet around like a trophy.

Just because they were wrestlers didn't mean they had to slum out on the romance.

"Wait," he said, "After the show."

Seth was not into the cliches of rose petals and candles but just make Dean feel wanted and loved would be more than enough. He knew just the person to consult. But first. He padded over to Dean and took Dean's angrily-hued face in his hands before pecking him softly. And then again. Seth stroked the smooth cheek and pecked him one more time.

Dean's eyes went dewy. Was Seth really...he was...treating him...like he mattered. Deep down, it was all the elder man wanted. Just to be shown he was more than just a dirty one night stand. He whimpered and kissed the bearded man once more.

Seth gently broke the kiss and smiled.

"I love you too...Colby..." Dean croaked, hating himself for showing emotion.

"Hey," chuckled Seth, "It's cool to have feelings."

He hugged Dean, pretending not to hear the sniffles into his shoulder. Seth was always of the opinion women liked men who showed their feelings every now and then.

"Hey, hey," he said, "Keep it together man...I'm not going anywhere. Let's do our shit tonight and then it's our time. Kay? Now I'll go defrost Rome. Just go chill and I'll be back."

Seth pecked him once more and left the room, leaving Dean looking thoughtful and intrigued about tonight.

---

Seth was making his way to the locker room, looking for the person who in his eyes was the Authority On Gay Dating. Couldn't find him. He did however, find that person's brother.

"Hi, Goldust, you seen your brother?" asked Seth.

"Lunch date with his BFF," Dustin said scornfully - his brother's funny ways were still alien to him sometimes. But as long as he was happy and not bitching people out than that was cool to the Bizarre One.

"Axel?" asked Seth, "Ah..."

"What was with the bust up?" asked Goldust, "You're lucky the dirtsheets got hold of it and changed it from Ambrose and Axel to Sheamus and Sin Cara."

"Don't ask," Seth said, "Maybe I should talk to him later."

"Or you could ask him for five minutes?" Dustin said, "He won't bite you."

"He kinda scares me," admitted Seth, "How have you not wanted to knock him out cos he's got one hell of nasty mouth sometimes."

"He knows he can never try his Mean Girls schtick with me, I have a teenage daughter so I'm used to it," Goldust chuckled, "Just offer him an action figure and he'll love you."

"Thanks man, where is he? Catering?"

Dustin nodded.

Seth nodded back and began to make his way to Catering. This could be awkward. Especially with Curtis. He hoped Dean wouldn't spot him near the third-generation superstar or this will all be for nothing.

There were the plastics. All two of them.

Sat at their table with water bottles. ALready in their trunks. Obviously.

"So what if JoMo is still with Melina?" Curtis was saying, "She might have changed now she's gone from the company?"

"Bitch, leopards never change their spots and whores never change their panties," Cody was saying, "Countless wrestlers have confirmed she is a nasty hobag and a scheming bitch."

"All vicious lies and rumors," Curtis said, "I can promise you that she has walls."

"Sorry gal," Cody said, "But I'm pretty sure Melina's walls have been shattered more times than she's performed the splits."

If Seth had had tea in his mouth he would have sprayed the room. OK he had to admit Cody had a venomous tongue but fuck could he be hilarious sometimes. When he wasn't nosing in your sex life. Seth made a note to never piss any member of the Rhodes family off. He'd rather have his ass kicked from one end of the room to the other than be talked about like that!

"Why are so many male wrestlers trashing Melina for what she wanted to do with her own vagina?" asked Curtis, "Double standards when girl, your asshole got blown open more times than a landmine before you hooked up with DiBiase."

Seth winced.

"OK, I consider myself scalped," Cody said, "You win."

"Good," Curtis smirked, sipping his water.

"You still look like a cut dick with that tight red beanie hat, though," sassed Cody.

Seth snorted again. Curtis did look silly with that bright red thing on his head. He cleared his throat and walked over.

"Er...Cody? Hey man, can I have a word?"

Curtis scowled at Seth. At least he didn't have Ambrose with him.

"Got some tea on Melina and her vagina dentata?" Cody asked.

"Actually...advice on something...c'mon man I couldnt think of anyone else to ask...I'll get you a Wolverine figure tomorrow?"

Cody grinned and leapt to his feet.

"Smell you after the show bitch," he said to Curtis, before padding over to Seth, "What you wanna know?"

"Relationship stuff..." Seth said.

"OOH!" Cody reached into his ring jacket and pulled out his lenseless glasses, attaching them to the end of his nose. Perfect distraction from his own personal troubles.

"What's with the...?" asked Seth.

"Doctor Runnels," Cody said, "What's your problem? I can help."

"Er...yeah..." Seth said, "How do you be romantic for a dude without being cheesy?"

"So you and Dean are still dating?" asked Cody.

"Yeah.." Seth said, "Look...I'm sorry...he shouldn't have come after Curtis. He knows he's fucked things up for himself."

"Curtis shouldn't have thrown himself at you," Cody said.

"Sounded like you were pissed at him," Seth said.

"Oh that? That;s our everyday banter," smirked Cody, "We drag and scalp one another but it's all done with love. Now...don't do rose petals, candles and sappy music...can't see Dean being into that shit...OK...how does he like it usually?"

"Huh?"

"Sex."

"Do I have to?"

"I can't help you unless you tell me, Rollins."

"FIne," Seth said, blushing, "Uh...well you know he's er..."

"Bottom, yes, unbelievable as that is considering what you used to wear in the indies," Cody said.

Seth laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, er...OK...he's er...he likes it rough. And nasty. Hair pulling...dirty talk..."

"Try the opposite," Cody said, "Long and slow. Hold him. Missionary. Kiss him. Hold his hand. He might like it. I know I do."

"You?" snorted Seth, "You seem like the kinda guy who does it to loud dirty music in a jockstrap!"

"Depends on my mood," Cody grinned, "I can fuck like a party boy on pills or I can be sensual. That all?"

"Yeah...thanks man..." Seth said, "And er...sorry again...about..."

"It's cool," Cody said.

"OI! RHODETH!"

Both men looked around in alarm. A seething Zack.

"What do you want, botch machine?" Cody said, that sassy pout on his lips.

"Your boyfriend's the botch machine!" snarled Zack, "That fucking hangman's neckbreaker gave me whiplash and I had to be eliminated early from the battle royal last week!"

"It was a week ago, get over it?" Cody said, looking at his taped wrist disinterestedly.

"Maybe you should learn to sell?" Seth said, "Look man I saw the match. You were off your game."

"I had things on my mind! WHO ASKED YOU ROLLINS?!" Zack said, voice frighteningly quivery.

"Oh yeah," Cody deadpanned, "Like how you think you can break up Cena and Orton for the umpteenth time."

"IT'S NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! JOHN LOVES ME! I KNOW HE DOES!" screamed Zack.

Seth backed away, frankly terrified. Whoa. What the hell...?

Cody folded his arms.

"You really think you're better than the guy he's been in a relationship with for 12 years and counting?" he challenged, "Thick as well as irrelevant. Must hurt knowing Sheamus has the title you once coveted. You were just a rebound sweetie."

"YOU KNOW NOTHING!" Zack snapped.

"Look man, er..thanks for that, I'll er...go...see what I can do...yeah," Seth said, shuffling away, "Laters."

"Laters," replied Cody.

"Tell your boyfriend..." Zack said, dangerously shaky, "That if he stiffs me again...I'm getting his old ass fired."

"You try it," Cody said, "And I'll tell them you're a mess trying to stir shit up. Just remember what happened to the last person who caused shit for John Cena...Alex Riley's ring career RIP."

"Fuck you," spat Zack.

"No thanks, I don't fancy anal warts," Cody sassed before padding away.

He made his way out of a side exit, picking his cigarettes out of his ring jacket and sparking one up.

"Oh...hi Codes," Randy said, looking like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Who did you think I was?" asked Cody.

"Johnny...he doesn't know I've started smoking again," Randy said, "He thinks it's only when I'm drunk."

"What's up?" asked Cody, sitting on the wall next to Randy.

"I've been so bad," Randy said, "I slept with Dave again."

"What? But I thought you said you'd ditched him? Told him where he could stick it?"

"You know Dave, he doesn't give up easy. Even if you bruise his ego," sighed Randy, "Johnny finds out..." He made a cut throat gesture. Cody had never seen Randy look so vulnerable. He was kicking a stone on the asphalt with his expensive shoe. He looked withdrawn, no trace of his usual laidback swagger. His other hand was fiddling with the lapels of the black suit jacket he was wearing.

"What are you playing at?" Cody asked, "Jesus Randy.."

"He caught me in the locker room. Again." sighed Randy, "Next thing, I was dropping my pants and bending over the bench. He was rough. Punished me for putting him on blast."

"Oh fuck," Cody said, "You do know that classifies as rape?"

"I didn't say no...I just did what I was told," Randy mumbled, lighting another cigarette off the stub of the previous one, wincing as he moved, "He went in dry. Lucky I don't have hair to pull."

"Do you enjoy it?" demanded Cody, "You must get some kick out of it otherwise you'd fight him back. You're Randy Orton. You don't take shit lying down."

"I do now," scoffed Randy, "Maybe I do...you know I'm submissive really...to big guys anyway. Dave said if I act out again he'll tell Johnny himself."

"He's just pressed because he's not got the fanfares he wanted when he came back," Cody said, "And that he can't wrestle for shit. I forgot just how much he did suck in the ring."

"You know that and I know that," Randy said, "But Hunter's always around as well. I can't escape. Only time I see Johnny is on his bus and then he's got media shit to do or Total Divas with balloon tits half the time!"

"Nikki's just doing her job, lay off her," Cody said, "Randy...listen...Zack Ryder.."

"WHAT ABOUT THAT!?" roared Randy suddenly, "WHAT HAS THAT SLUT DONE NOW?!"

"He's psycho," Cody said, "Just went on a rant about John. Are you sure there's not more going on?"

"NO!" snarled Randy, "Not that it's ANY OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!"

"I'm only trying to help," Cody said, "But just remember...you can't knock Zack if you're still fucking Batista."

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU FAG!" roared Randy, "WHAT DO YOU KNOW?! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE!?"

"Admit it Randy," Cody said, "You can't make Dave out like he's totally the one at fault. You enjoy it."

"FUCK YOU!" Randy grabbed him by the throat.

Cody stood his ground. As much as he could.

"No thanks," he said, "Candy fanfics make me want to vomit."

"And why's that?!" snarled Randy, "I'm sorry I'm not a dwarf with a stupid porcupine haircut and an asshole that's been stretched beyond recognition! That why you make him tap yours? Because he's been passed around the locker room more times than a doobie!"

Cody was incensed. Oh no. Despite everything. This was below the belt. And he was not going to take that.

He wriggled out and bitch slapped Randy hard in the face. So hard that the Viper stumbled backwards into the wall he'd been sitting on initially, almost going head first into the shrubbery. Randy held his stinging cheek and looked up at his former protege.

"You..." Cody was scarlet. His blue eyes flashing. "How fucking dare you..."

"I'm sorry..." Randy rumbled.

"You really are an arrogant piece of shit," spat Cody, "It's Cena I feel sorry for. Knowing what a whore he's dating. You know what? I hope Cena does bang Ryder."

Randy's fight had left him. Cody was right. He could smash the place up all he liked about Zack, but he was the one who had cheated on John. And part of him enjoyed being BAtista's 'boy'. What he neglected to tell Cody was that he'd called Dave 'Daddy' when the elder member of Evolution fucked him earlier.

Cody was still staring, chest heaving, at his former mentor.

And then a throaty voice boomed out of the doorway.

"Is it my birthday?"

Both Cody and Randy looked up to see Dave Batista leering at the two of them.

"Hi Dave," Randy said meekly.

COdy just scowled.

"Well well," Dave smirked, striding arrogantly out, "Comparing notes are we?"

"What makes you think we're talking about YOU?" snarled Cody.

Dave just sneered at him.

"You still jerk it thinking about the time I tore that pretty little boy ass in two," he rasped, "You screamed the place down, begging me for more."

"Ancient history Dave," Cody said, "I've got no interest in your old ass and small dick now."

"Oh please," Dave said, "You're craving a real man. You can't be satisfied with that spiky haired little loser who is beyond irrelevant and desperately needs firing."

Cody showed his ring finger, sporting his wedding ring and Josh's ring which he still wore.

"Really? Don't flatter yourself, you weren't that amazing in bed," he said.

"That why you were gushing like a fire sprinkler?" Dave rasped crudely.

"I was young and stupid," shrugged Cody.

"You were a hotter piece of ass before you tried to bulk out," Dave said, "Now you're kind of chubby."

Cody went scarlet.

Dave walked over to him and prodded him in the stomach.

"Yeah, chubby...you used to be such a lean little twink, what happened, huh?" the Animal said, "I'd still rip you a new one."

"No thanks, I'd sooner screw Melina," Cody sassed, still burning.

Dave rounded on Randy.

He strode cockily to the Viper and then planted a hungry kiss on Randy';s lips...Cody's jaw dropping as Randy whined and reciprocated.

"SLUT!" he choked out before dashing inside.

"He's no fun anymore," Dave rumbled, "And to think I wanted a threeway with you and him once."

"Ignore him Dave," Randy said.

"You're a better fuck than him," Dave replied, "I love your perfect ass.."

He grabbed Randy's buttocks through his fitted suit and spanked him.

Randy moaned without meaning to.

Dave now grinned from ear to ear.

He spanked Randy again.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Like that huh?"

Randy nodded, hating himself.

"Drop your pants Orton."

"Out here?"

"Yes. Let the world see what a bad boy you are."

"Yes Daddy."

Randy unbuckled his belt and lowered his suit trousers, bending over the wall.

"Panties too boy!"

Randy pulled his CK briefs down.

Dave raised his hand and brought it down on Randy's delicious if flat bare ass. The younger man moaned in pleasure. He couldn't help it. Dave was so...naturally dominant...and he liked it. But Johnny...his Johnny...

SMACK!

Randy moaned even more.

"More Daddy..."

ANYONE could see them. CCTV...roadies...event security...fans..

Dave spanked Randy six more times. Hard.

"I wanna fuck that ass again," he growled.

"Out here?" Randy was a wreck. His ass stung. His cock was rock hard, precum oozing out of him. He hated himself so much but Dave pushed his buttons. John always seemed reluctant to spank or really dominate him...well Randy thought John was an alpha male top...until Dave.

John vs. Dave.

Randy's wet dream match.

He'd watched some on Youtube when he was alone.

Three fingers inside him.

Whilst jerking feverishly.

He'd not come that hard by himself in ages.

"Shame Cena doesn't know," snarled Dave, massaging those bronze globes of flesh, red with hand prints, "He and I could..."

Randy moaned.

Oh God.

He was a low excuse of a human.

John and Dave. Double stuffing him. Or spitroasting him. Or tag-teaming his ass.

If only fans knew just what a slut Randy Orton was for muscular men.

Dave sank to his knees and pulled Randy's cheeks open, his bearded craggy head thrust between them and his rough tongue hungrily lapping at the tight entrace.

Randy moaned and moaned, pushing his ass back. Oh DAVE...Cody was right...precum was dripping onto the floor. Randy was so fucking horny.

"Dave...please...need..."

SMACK!

"Ask properly boy."

"Daddy...fuck me. Please."

"Good boy," Dave smirked, getting to his feet and unzipping his skinny jeans, pulling his hard cock out. Mmmm...that cocky son-of-a-bitch reduced to a slutty mess, begging for his dick. He never knew how submissive Randy really was until this dirty affair had began. He could well believe that that little troll Bryan had been able to dominate Randy.

Dave entered him without any warning or gentleness, enjoying the bassy cry from Randy's throat. He pulled his younger partner up so their bodies were parallel, kissing the back of Randy's smart black shirt collar and just touching the copper skin.

"Mmm my boy can't get enough today," he whispered, "Cena doesn't know how to treat you.."

Randy moaned and shook his head, his prostate tingling.

Zack was a man on a mission. But first he wanted to make sure Randy was out the way. What a stroke of luck that he'd caught Dave Batista walking past and sent him to Randy, claiming Randy was begging to see him. He opened the fire exit door just a fraction, having hid when Cody stormed inside.

Zack hadn't expected to be greeted with the sight of the suited Randy, pants round his ankles, his copper legs shimmering in the sunshine, moaning agaist Dave Batista. Justin Gabriel had been totally right. Randy was a skank. John didn't need that in his life. Did Randy look devoted to John there? Dave might be fully clothed but Zack could tell he was fucking Randy right there outside the arena like two dirty hustlers. Where anyone could see.

"No class," Zack said to himself, "Dirty, common whore. John doesn't need you."

Zack took his phone out and began to film it.

"Ohhh Dave...Daddy..." Randy moaned, his voice heavily bassy and filled with ecstasy.

Zack felt sick. Gross.

But now John couldn't refuse him.

And Zack could send this to as many wrestlers as he could. Hell, he could sell it. He'd make SO much money and Randy Orton's stranglehold on the main event scene could be over in a flash. Oh yes. He'd hit the jackpot.

His harem of screaming fangirls would turn away in droves once they saw Randy was a bottom slut who opened his legs for anything in pants. And Zack had heard about Randy and little Daniel Bryan too. Oh Zack could ruin that troll's career and his useless bimbo of wife's too with that information.

Zack made his way to the ring.

However he bumped into one of the Uso brothers halfway there.

"Er..." Was that Jimmy or Jey?

That question was answered when Naomi appeared and hugged him. Jimmy.

"Hi Use man," Zack said, "Do you know where John Cena is?"

"Talking to Hayes man," Jimmy said, "Is it urgent?"

"Yeah," Zack said.

"Just back there," Jimmy said, "Be quick before he gets collared."

"Thanks," Zack said, and after nodding (and smiling at Naomi) he strutted down the corridor, mind racing with excitement. John would be his. He would see what a whore Randy really was and realise the mistake he'd made in dumping Zack and going back to him. And it was just so easy. You couldn't make this up. Zack knew things would come together in the end! It was all about timing! After Cody had shattered his dreams...only to inadvertently set up the perfect opening by going outside and spotting Randy...Zack spied Dave...the rest was history and John would take him back.

Zack searched and searched.

At last!

There he was.

Alone!

Oh he looked so hot in that black tee. And those khaki shorts hugged that muscular ass Zack used to love grabbing.

John spotted Zack and scowled, folding his enormous arms.

"You really have got a death wish," he muttered.

"Hi John!" Zack beamed.

John glared at him.

"I have nothing to say to you, I'm just being professional," he said coldly.

"John! I have something you need to see!" Zack said, practically jumping on the spot.

"I don't need to see your naked body again," John hissed, "At least you're not stinking drunk this time."

"John...please..."

"FINE!" growled John in frustration, "What is it that's SO important? Because I am NOT telling you how to try and get back over. You did that to yourself!"

It was actually that godawful angle with Kane and Eve Torres that did it but Zack didn't want to argue with the man of his dreams.

He took his phone out and opened up the camera roll. There was the video.

Zack, positively shaking with anticipation, tapped play and showed it to John.

John huffed at first.

But then.

His eyes widened as he realised what he was watching.

And then the bottom dropped out of his stomach.

He felt sick.

Betrayed.

He covered his mouth, sighing.

He couldn't show weakness.

Fucking...

The picture might not be great due to the zoom but...that was Randy...half naked...fucking...outside this damn arena!

John recognised the backdrop.

This had to be a nightmare.

No way.

Not Randy.

He wouldn't be so reckless.

No wait, it was RANDY. Yes he would be.

Did he...John swallowed the sick hard...Randy called Batista 'Daddy'. That was not the first time.

Sheamus was too close to the mark.

Unless...he KNEW.

BASTARD.

John felt doubly betrayed.

"I had to find you John...let you see for yourself," Zack said, "See?"

John nodded. He belched and covered his mouth.

He sprinted for the men's room. Where the fuck was it? Oh fuck off Carrano. Leave him alone. Where was it?

Where the fuck?

At last.

John kicked the door open and dashed into a stall.

He vomited copiously into the toilet.

The betrayal. It was too much.

He retched again.

How could he have been so stupid?

Randy making excuses for not having sex. THe same Randy who'd until recently been asking for it at every possible go. Randy being even more hot-tempered than usual. Spending more time with Hunter and Dave...oh fuck. Did Hunter KNOW? And let him make a total ass of himself?

Fuck this company.

He went to the end of the Earth and back for them. What did he get in return? Treated like this.

But the show must go on.

John pulled the chain and went to the water fountain to wash his mouth out.

---

Paige was sitting backstage, fresh from a beating from a bonkers Alicia Fox. She knew Alicia didn't hang around but that was unexpected. Wow. She might have got the win but the young English girl felt she had been a touch upstaged by the veteran Diva. She sipped her water.

"Hey," came Cody's voice.

Paige looked up.

"Oh hi," she said, "I thought you wouldn't speak to me after you clocked me in my joggers earlier."

Cody frowned.

"Monday? No sweatpants?" Paige said, lip curling.

"Oh..yeah.." Cody gave a small smile, "Mean Girls...right.."

"What's the matter?" asked the Divas Champion.

"Is Joshy mad at me?" asked Cody, eyes crinkled.

Paige shrugged.

"Not said anything but I barely saw him when he got here, went straight up to get his shit for the panel," she said.

Cody nodded, heart sinking and face falling.

"Wanna chat about it?" asked the young Brit.

Cody shook his head. Actually he wouldn't mind talking to someone. But a 21 year old? She was a mere child in his eyes.

"I get it," Paige said, "Look, I'm not 12."

"Compared to me you are," Cody said.

"And I'm friends with many people older than me," Paige shrugged, "Spill."

"Brandi hates him," Cody said, "All she does when we're alone is talk smack about him, saying how I shouldn't be messing around with old men and concentrate on making something of our marriage."

"You were friends with him long before she even sissied her first walk here," Paige replied.

"You watch Drag Race?" Cody asked.

"Duh," Paige said, "But don't tell anyone. Could ruin my reputation."

"You went to see Miley Cyrus," Cody said, "Does Joshy ever...talk about me?"

Paige looked away. Yeah. He did. Usually in the negative.

"He does," Cody mumbled, face crinkling some more, resembling a puppy from a public service announcement animal abuse informercial. He sat on the wires box opposite her.

"OK, yeah, he does," Paige said, "Look, you'll probably come for my extensions if I start dishing out advice but do you think it's really working? The whole go out with your best mate thing?"

Cody shook his head sadly. He choked back a sob.

"Awwwww," the young English girl got to her feet and sat next to the forlorn ravenette, rubbing his muscular back.

"I'm a bitch," sniffled Cody, "I've driven him away. Again."

"I think it's more the you marrying a woman thing," Paige said, "Scalp me if you must, but...when did you last...you know?"

"A week ago...after Extreme Rules," Cody said, "He hasn't...touched me since."

"Busy week?"

"Brandi wants me to herself more and more, dot com are pushing our married stuff something bad," sighed Cody, still sniffling, "Maybe I should just...make her happy. She deserves it after being roped in to protect my image."

"Even I can see you're not even slightly bi," Paige said, "Madonna was probably playing on the radio in the hospital when you were born."

"I think it was...85 was Into The Groove AKA my favourite song of hers," Cody said, "And before you ask, no I didn't play with dolls when I was a kid. Too busy trying and failing to beat Dark Link. I had GI Joes and that kinda stuff."

"So dolls," grinned Paige, "Action Man, whatever. Still dollies to me."

"So what's Joshy been saying? That I'm a bitch? Too gay for his tastes now he's all business?"

"Sort of," admitted Paige, "I don't poke my nose in...that's all I know."

"Please...nose in!" Cody almost pleaded, "Nobody else seems to be as close to him as you these days."

"He's still friends with Layla," Paige said.

"Oh. HER."

"I thought you were solid? Three Musketeers and all that bollocks? Harry,e Ron and Hermione?"

"Irrelevant hack," spat Cody, "Alicia's meltdown tonight was more memorable than Layla's entire 8 year career. Thank God you're on the roster. Finally a talented female Brit who's over. Sucks they let Katie Lea go instead of Layhag."

Paige sucked in her breath. Whew. Better not dig any deeper. But ouch.

"And I heard Summer Rae's gonna feud with her. Oh great. The squawking witch nose and the hand-me-down hag. Like who's even gonna CARE about that hot mess?"

SLAP!

Paige smacked him hard around the face. Josh was right. He really was nothing more than a bitch. And taking a shot at Summer...

"Fuck you!" she snarled, "And there's plenty more where that came from. Don't you EVER come near me again you poisonous fucking...you know what? I forgot one thing. Josh told me to tell you. It's over. Fucking finito. Enjoy your married life."

And with a toss of her wavy ebony locks, the Divas Champion stormed off, leaving a totally stunned Cody in her wake.

---

John was sat on his tour bus.

Alone.

He'd locked the door.

Randy's stuff was packed up in a case and thrown as far from him as possible.

He wanted answers.

After all the grief and tantrums Randy threw over Zack. And all this time he was carrying on with Dave Batista? John always knew Dave had a thing for Randy, the amount of times back in the Animal's original run John had to tell him to back off. As soon as Evolution reformed, it was bad news for John. He should have known.

Well now he knew why Randy had suggested an open relationship...who else had he been fucking behind John's back?

It was OK if Randy got attention from other men but if John ever did, Randy would get pissed off.

John growled with frustration and stomped to the spirit cabinet. He grabbed the expensive bottle of Bourbon that Nikki had bought him for his birthday not too long ago. He twisted the cap off and pulled out one of his glasses before filling it neat with the stuff.

He gulped it down like water. It burned. Sure it was probably very nice (the price it cost) but right now John didn't care. He just wanted to drown his betrayal. Get drunk. Forget what he'd witnessed. Forget the hypocrisy...the feeling of shame...

He poured another double.

Down the hatch.

OK maybe that was enough for now. Quarter of the bottle of hundred dollar whiskey gone. John stumbled a little.

He threw himself back onto his bed.

It still smelled of Randy.

Ugh.

Reminders of their relationship everywhere.

Pictures.

The ridiculously tidy rest of the bus.

Alanna's scrunchies in a neat pile on the desk.

Hang on.

John remembered something.

Sheamus.

Anyone would think the Irishman knew something.

He'd been very cagey last week.

Admittedly John had departed the scene pretty swiftly. But Sheamus had basically as good as told him that Randy and Batista may have had something going on. Did that mean...others knew before him?!

Now John was feeling even more sick.

And raging.

He was seething.

His chiselled face was scarlet.

He cracked his knuckles, the veins in his enormous arms popping.

He had half a mind to go and spread Sheamus' Guinness-soaked entrails across the fucking interstate for betraying him like that. He was supposed to be John's friend. John's bro. John's compadre. Fuck him. And his stupid accent. John picked up the remote for the plasma screen TV and lobbed it hard at the wall of the bus, if nothing else but to make him feel a bit better.

It smacked the wall and the batteries fell out.

That didn't work.

John leapt to his feet and roared like a bull, laying into the mattress with his powerful fists, punching the absolute living daylights out of the thing.

Knock knock.

"FUCK OFF! I'M NOT DOING AUTOGRAPHS!" he bellowed.

He threw himself onto the mattress, burying his head in his big hands. Big men didn't cry. He was John Cena. Superman. That could be a sick child and a parent who'd travelled halfway around the globe to see him. He had a responsiblity.

But here he was, throwing tantrums like a toddler and stinking of bourbon whiskey.

He huffed and stomped to the door of the bus, smashing the open button.

The door hissed and flew open.

No doting parent and wide-eyed child.

"John..."

"Haven't you done enough?"

"C'mon on John...I was worried..." Zack wheedled.

John huffed. He and Randy were history. He could talk to whomever he wanted. Zack had alerted him to his being cuckolded after all. He guessed he owed the younger man something.

"FIne, come on in," he said.

Zack almost screamed with excitement as he strode onto the bus, trying not to appear to eager. He knew he'd done good. And he'd even managed to stay off the sauce this time. He had a lucky feeling about tonight. Like he'd dropped some of that Felix Felicis from the Harry Potter books.

"How are you feeling John?" he asked, perching on the bed.

John scoffed and laughed humourlessly.

"Can say I've had better days," he snorted, getting a second glass out the cabinet, "Want a drink?"

"Only if you are," Zack said, eyes all over the man, who was still in his clothes from Raw, sweatbands and all. His huge hulking chest, back and arms shone beautifully in the tasteful interior lights of this luxurious bus. Zack couldn't afford to make an exhibition of himself like last time.

"Oh I am," John said, pouring two more careful measures of the whiskey between the glasses, "Ice?"

"Er..yeah."

John clumsily filled the glasses with ice, starting to already feel the effects of the whiskey. Maybe another measure wasn't a good idea. But hey, his world had come crashing down around him today. Who cares if he was drunk? He'll be able to be at Main Event and Smackdown and nobody would be any the wiser. He could take a hangover to work. He'd done so before. He handed a glass to Zack and sat next to the Woo Woo Woo Kid.

"Cheers to being made a colossal ass of," he said.

"Er..cheers," Zack said.

John necked his whiskey.

Zack chose to sip his.

Play his cards right...

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked, "I'm all ears John."

John sighed. Why not.

"I don't understand. Why me?" he began, "We broke up because having an open relationship didn't work out...he was too jealous. And then, you know, we got close and..started a relationship (he was choosing his words carefully despite rapidly sinking into a glorious stupor of whiskey and carelessness)...we uh...didn't work out...and then he swans back into my life. Plays the betrayal card. Then a few months later what does he fucking do? Starts chasing fucking Daniel Bryan who also happened to be engaged to a woman and banging one of my best friends! This is such a fucking mess! I should have kicked his ass to the curb there and then! He as good as ASKED MY DAMN PERMISSION TO CHEAT!"

"He was using you John," Zack said, "As a backup plan. He probably has a pros and cons chart of you and Batista."

John snorted again. Nothing surprised him about Randy anymore.

"But why? He goes all on and on about ironing my clothes and the upkeep of the bus which I pay for with my own money...picks out my merchandise designs and stuff...why bother?"

"Maybe out of habit? I mean it's been over a decade," Zack said, gingerly reaching out to rub those beautifully big traps...mm...like bowling balls, "I mean, Daniel Bryan? A troll who looks like he stinks? Biggest insult there is!"

"I've been so fucking stupid," John sighed, feeling himself creeping more and more into drunkenness.

"You're human John, not superman," Zack said.

"I'm sorry I was an ass to you," John mumbled.

"I understand," Zack said, feeling bolder and rubbing the huge ripped back.

"No, I was a total asshole," John went on, his tongue now shaken loose by the whiskey, "I'm John fucking Cena. I should show the lower cards guys respect at all times."

"You were just trying to please an ungrateful whore," Zack said, shuffling closer, his target in point blank range. Slowly, slowly.

"Why? If I'm not enough for him, why did he stick with me so long? Why?"

"Sssh," Zack soothed, edging oh so closer, John's whiskey scented breath blowing onto his face. The big man's lips were mere millimetres away...

"Where did it all go wrong?!" John murmured, putting his empty glass on the floor.

Zack's heart raced. This was it.

Go in for the kill.

"I'm here John, you know I'd never do that," he whispered, "Come here big guy."

And Zack slowly pressed his lips to John's.

John was definitely in deep now. He was drunk. And Zack was showing him some affection. Plus...as far as he was concerned, he was a single man. He grabbed the younger man's head and began to roughly kiss passionately.

Zack kissed back fiercely, whining and moaning against John's lips. Oh yes! YES! He lay back, pulling the huge man atop him, grinding his crotch against John hungrily.

He broke the kiss, eyes blazing.

"Ohhh John..." he panted, "I've missed you!"

"Missedyoutoo," grunted John and began to resume kissing him. He wanted to get his rocks off and fast. He was drunk, depressed and also very horny. A lethal combo. But the consequences didn't matter right now. He moved his kisses down Zack's neck.

Zack squealed. Oh YES! John remembered how much Zack liked his neck being kissed.

As John leaned back on to his knees, Zack peeled his own tee off furiously.

"Come on John," he gasped, "You know how much I want you!"

He unbuckled his jeans.

John pounced, pinning his prey to the bed and yanked the jeans down those smooth long legs. Zack was wearing those 2Exist briefs again. The ones John bought him. A grin of triumph was spread across Zack's face. His briefs were soaked with precum.

"Take them off big guy!" he moaned.

John thew Zack's jeans into the corner of the room and whipped off the younger man's loafers and socks before leaning down and kissing Zack's chiselled abs. Zack still had a fantastic body. Zack kneeled up so John could worship him. He knew John lusted after his body still. He'd worked hard to keep it in top shape so one day he could win the love of his life back. John wrapped his trunklike arms around those perfect smooth thighs and just nuzzled the bulging briefs, taking in Zack's electrifying scent.

"Oh John!"

Zack wriggled around and began to push his delicious bubble butt right back into John;s face, whining as John nuzzled it through the briefs. He reached behind himself and hooked the silver waistband, slowly and teasingly lowering them down his creamy white ass.

"Pussy is still squeaky clean," he moaned, "Eat me out John!"

John pulled them down and groaned mannishly. Such a delicious young ass. He pulled Zack's cheeks apart and began to rim him feverishly.

Zack almost screamed.

"Oh JOHN! YES!"

He was so desperate for this man that he almost came just from this. But he craved one thing before he finally felt John inside him again.

"Come on John! Let me please you."

He turned around and the two men exchanged another hungry, powerful kiss before John lay down, Zack crawling atop him, eagerly undoing the khaki shorts and pulling them down those enormous thighs. Oh God.

Zack moaned.

Those thighs.

Such power.

Such strength.

He pecked small kisses down each one. Worshipping John.

Before his eyes raked the huge bulge in John's grey Joe Boxers. He deftly undressed the elder man and kneeled back to take in the glorious hulk now naked in front of him.

He looked John in the eyes as he took the hard cock into his mouth, whimpering with gratitude as he began to suck John off.

John grabbed the back of the young slut's head and began to fuck Zack's willing mouth roughly, grunting and groaning. He was so horny now.

Zack stopped, removing John from his mouth and licking up the length.

"Don';t come sweetie," he said, "You know where I want it."

"You negative?" barked John gruffly.

Zack tried to mask the hurt. What did John take him for? They'd used condoms in their relationship...however. Zack used to pierce them. So he still got John's load in him. And John never knew to this day.

"Course I am," he said.

He peeled the briefs from around his knees and straddled John, moaning and whining with weeping gratitude as their cocks ground. He was leaking a lot of precum. That's how horny Zack was.

"I'm so wet John," he whimpered, "Oh John...I missed you..."

"Missed you too," grunted John again, "On your back."

Oh yes!

Zack's favourite position.

He rolled onto his back beside John, his beautiful legs raised.

John leaned over the bed to scrabble for the lubricant. Damn. Only the menthol stuff Randy got off on. Obviously missed it when he tidied up. It'll do. No condoms because of course he and Randy hadn't used them for years. Bareback it had to be. John was aware of the slow spinning of the bus as the whiskey continued to hit him.

He crawled back up onto the bed and uncapped the lube.

"All I got," he grunted, "Might be a little...cold."

"ANything," moaned Zack, "Make love to me John."

He was trying so hard to not jerk off. He wanted to cum when John was inside him. John could make him cum by himself. Only guy Zack had ever been with who'd been able to hit his spot just right. Nobody could compare. Ever. Zack was smitten. John was his everything.

John coated his cock liberally before tossing the lubricant to Zack.

Zack smiled. His eyes cold and dead suddenly. John was freaked out but his brain was still firmly in his cock.

"Uh-Uh," he said, "You know the score John. You know I like you to prepare me."

John coated two fingers and began to finger the tight, smooth entrance, still as cutely pink as before. Zack had a perfect ass.

"OHHH JOHN!" Zack yelled, legs spread, arms thrashing just at this mere prepping thanks to the tingling from the menthol lube, "Oh yes!"

John just grunted. He was itching to just pound Zack and blow his load. Get this fuck over with.

He kneeled between the open legs.

He aimed his cock.

And entered the tight heat. Oh fuck was Zack tight.

"OH JOHNNN!" Zack cried in a yell that rattled the windows, "Oh come here!"

He pulled John to him as the elder man penetrated him deeper until he was fully sheathed inside.

Zack was gasping.

Oh this was a dream come true.

He never thought he'd feel this again. He spotted his phone which had slipped out his pocket whilst he was undressing. John went to kiss his neck. Perfect. Zack quickly put the video on and placed it on the small table. He wanted to preserve this moment. Forever. The day his life was completed once more.

He cried as his prostate was stimulated some more.

He arched a little.

"OH JOHN!"

That was it!

Just there!

"Come on john," he gasped, "Work it out sweetie."

John began to pound like a chained bear, growling and grunting, taking all his anger out on Zack beneath him. Zack yelling, moaning, and crying out shamelessly. John forgot that Zack was a real screamer. Almost offputtingly so.

Zack's legs locked around John suddenly, slowing him down.

"You...not...gonna kiss me...John?" he moaned, "Your superhero?"

John roughly devoured his lips.

Zack broke it and looked dead into John;s eyes.

He clenched his asshole tight aroung John's cock.

"Oww...fuck...damn.." John's New England accent was heavy.

"Properly John," Zack moaned, "Kiss me properly. Like I mean something to you."

He dug his nails into the back of John's neck.

"OW!"

"Kiss."

John began to kiss Zack. Slower. But drunkenly. He was so pissed now. It was a sea of sensations. Zack kissed him slowly and lovingly, moaning contentedly.

"You feel so good John!" whined Zack, "My pussy's missed you."

Gross. But John was too horny to stop.

He began to fuck, slower, realising Zack wanted it to last. Just about.

"Oh John...oh John...Johnny...yes...that's perfect...oh yes...hit my spot...just there...oh John...you're amazing...oh John! oh JOHN!"

Zack couldn't stop moaning his name.

He was having the best sex of his life.

He never wanted it to end.

He was moving his youthful body in time with John, arms around that huge neck, legs wrapped around that back. He reached down and grabbed that ample backside with a loud moan.

"OH JOHN!"

This felt even better!

Oh yes!

Zack continued to whine and mewl loudly, saying John's name constantly, battling with John;s masculine cusses and grunts. He was getting so close. So fucking close.

John was itching to just pound him silly and get it over with. He couldn't take this. He wasn't in the mood to 'make love'. But Zack was surprisingly strong and not letting up, even deadweighting himself just to prolong the sex.

Zack couldn't hold it. He was going to come. it had been so long since he'd been fucked. And John was hitting his g-spot so good. He was just going to let rip.

"Oh John! Johnny!"

"FUck...damn..."

"OH JOHN!"

Zack could feel it thundering through his body. He was about to come. His abs were hurting...the sizzles were shooting up his spine.

"John! OH JOHN! OHHHHHHH!"

Zack opene dhis mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs as he went over the edge, semen spraying all up his abs, pecs, even his chin, orgasming harder than he'd done in years.

John immediately went to pull out.

Zack, red and gasping, locked his legs in.

"What do you think you're doing?!" he panted, "You're not done sweetie. Carry on!"

"But you nutted.."

"Carry on John. Or else."

Immediately as John resumed his thrusts, Zack began to moan and cry once more. He could be fucked until the end of time by this God of a man. He could take the post-climactic sensitivity easy.

This time John wasn't going to go slow.

His bus.

His call.

He pinned Zack down and began to pound him mercilessly like a charging bull. Growling. Grunting. Asserting his manhood. Zack was screaming. From pain. But mostly sick pleasure. Oh yes John. Destroy him.

"Come on John, let it out!" he gasped between screams.

At last John could feel his climax...thoughts of Randy shooting through his brain...no...get out...he pictured Randy moaning his name, the love flashing in Randy's piercing cobalt eyes whenever they had sex. ...John roared like a bear as he finally came hard, deep inside Zack's more-than-willing ass.

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Oh Lord.

Centon RIP :'(

And how will John get out of this one?

Obviously, more Shade goodness : P I love writing their banter and sex. Sorry I didn't get to the Ambrollins smut that was being hinted at but with Rybaxel (oh Curtis) and Batista/Randal too, I didn't want to overload the chapter! Sorry for the Tom Phillips cameos, but I think he's cute! I'd love to write a smut scene between him and Justin Roberts one day...I've seen Justin with his shirt off...anyway. Shameless selfishness there.

Still friction in Jody/Cosh-Rhews land. Well more than friction...,my babies are broken up :( And Elextrix got a small cameo here in a line from Cody. Just to say a huge thanks for your loyal support to my fics here over the years! : D Trust me I thrive on all of your feedback! That goes for everyone who follows :) Qzky wanted more Sheamus after all ; )

How will things go from here we wonder? Tune in soon x