Chapter 11
Thanks again for all the love! Yeah Centon split was a wham moment but trust me, I have plans for them. Especially John. Thanks to the suggestion from 'Angel' too : )
We'll open in the US before we cross the pond to good old Blighty for Raw at the O2! I know there was the Ambrollins smut to go as well. Will they do it after the show or will they wait until the romance of Europe? If your faveourites don't appear this time, don't worry they will next time! It's an ensemble piece after all :)
We may see a guest appearance from a new pairing having watched Main Event this week. Those who saw the dark match may know what I mean ; )
Not quite as long as C10 but still, I recommend a brew!
John Cena awoke, head banging. Ow. How much whiskey had he put away last night? It was a blurry haze. A vague recollection of sweaty bodies, anger...he looked out the window. Different surroundings. Good old driver knew the score. John needed to give him more commission for putting up with all his drama. He picked up his phone and opened Maps. North Carolina. Cool.
Who was that in his bed?
John leaned over, expecting to see copper skin, arm tattoos; a crew cut.
Not brown hair, light stubble and a well-proportioned, smooth from head to toe, youthful frame.
He gasped and sat bolt upright.
Zack.
Oh fuck.
It was all coming back to him now. Last night. He'd drank himself silly. And got busy between the sheets with his one time fling, Zack Ryder. Oh God!
Why had he been so stupid?
Randy had cheated on him again, yes. But sinking to his level?
Grunts and rustling sounded next to him.
Zack wriggled around, rubbing his eyes.
"Morning," John grunted.
Zack was beaming.
"MORNING!"
He pounced on John and pressed his lips to the elder man's.
John tried to wriggle away. Zack pinned him down and kissed him forcefully.
Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose were sat in a bistro downtown. Sadly it had ended up a late one for both of them and Seth's little plan to seduce Dean with more romance and less sleaze had had to take a backseat. So the duotone haired man was making it up to Dean by finding the classiest joint in this city to get a spot of breakfast. Dean had been a little disappointed once Raw had wrapped but they had managed to shower together without it degenerating into a fuckfest as it usually did. Seth had surprisingly delicate hands when he wanted.
"Wanna do anything else today?" asked Seth, gulping his coffee.
Dean shrugged.
"Nice park they got out here," Seth said, "Fancy a walk? If we power walk it, that's some of our workout done."
"Can do," Dean said, peeking over his shoulder.
It was the first time in ages they'd managed to eat out and not get swamped by Dean's seemingly infinite fanbase. Everywhere they went. It was like the gold in Harry Potter that multiplied at a touch. It always seemed to go the same... one Ambrose fangirl appeared, and then another, followed by five more until it was a lynch mob of squees and requests for autographs in some very inappropiate places. One girl had worn peephole panties and asked him to sign there.
"Relax, no Tumblr girls," Seth grinned, tying his long hair up and shoving a cap on it to try and blend in somewhat.
"I kinda know how it must be for Bieber and One Direction now," sighed Dean, "Did you know some hid in a restroom a few months back?"
"Happens to everyone," Seth said, "Part of the job."
"Why me, though?" Dean said, "Not that it's a bad thing...but...you know..."
"You're good looking and talented?" Seth said, as though it was the most obvious answer in the world, "Hey, could be worse. You could be Randy Orton."
"Like you'd turn down John Cena?" challenged Dean, "I wouldn't. Such power..."
Seth chuckled. That was nice...Dean coming out his shell a bit.
"Not quite what I meant," he said, "I mean, the crazy girls who stalk him and make shit up about being his latest bit on the side."
"Do you reckon he smashes a few just to maintain his image?" Dean said.
"I really don't know, and don't want to," Seth said, "SInce when have you been a gossip?"
"All the NXT dirt," Dean said, mouth full, "Kinda rekindled my interest. Wonder where the font of all knowledge is?"
"Josh?"
"He was on our flight," Dean said, "I could use some more gossip."
"Who cares?" Seth said, shaking his head. He guessed Dean was finding this 'date' situation totally out of his comfort zone.
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"Who you texting?" asked Dean, attention got by the tapping.
"The gossip source, I can see you're wayy out your depth," Seth said.
"Sorry," Dean said blushing, "We don't do dates often...and guys never bothered before I met you.."
"I know," Seth said, "After tapings. Tonight."
"Wouldn't Europe be better?" asked Dean, smiling a little, "I can wait."
Seth beamed.
"See? Progress already," he said, "You don't have to be banging night and day y'know? Can go a few days without being written off as a barren old spinster."
"Just means you might have to gag me," Dean smirked.
"Go Miss Honeywell on me and I'm shoving a jockstrap in it," Seth chuckled.
He spotted Josh walk in and raised his arm. The little man nodded and padded over.
"Hey," Dean said.
"Hey," Josh said, sitting down, still in his workout vest and shorts. His inked, ripped arms were scarlet and sheened, "Sure you guys don't want to be alone?"
"It's cool man, I invited you anyway," Seth said, "Jonny is itching to hear NXT dirt."
"Oh what, again?" Josh said, swigging from his water bottle.
"You alone?" asked Dean.
"Yeah..." Josh said, avoiding his gaze. Last time he and Dean had talked, the impression he'd gotten was that they were on shaky ground. But then...stuff...had happened since that bus ride.
"No Cody?" asked Seth.
Josh's face soured.
"Oh..." Seth said, "Bad time?"
Josh sighed.
"You guys may as well be the first to know," he said, "We're no longer together. I've had enough."
"Really?" asked Dean.
"Only so many times you can hear him drag your once mutual best friend and indeed anybody not named Curtis Axel, Damien Sandow or any of his family before you've had enough," Josh said, "He's a nasty piece of work. I should have walked away in 2007."
"Wow," Seth said, "Hey man, if you wanna get it off your chest...funny...just last night...I was talking to...him.."
"Yeah, lot's changed since then," Josh said, "I just...couldn't. Sick of being the 'other woman'. Eden slash Brandi hates my guts. When we are together it's always bitching about undercarders, former talent or having to talk about fucking RuPaul's Drag Race. I don't know him anymore. He's acting like well...how he was in his rookie year here. Thinks he's better than everyone. I only used to encourage his bullying back in the day cos if he got too bored, he'd turn on me and pick me apart."
"Forgive me for asking but why the hell didn't you tell him to get fucked back then?" asked Dean.
"You don't just tell the son of the American Dream to get fucked," Josh said, "Plus...I had a huge crush on him even then. Sad, huh? I've been an asshole to him. I didn't even tell him to his face it was over. I got Paige to do it for me."
"You what? Aww man that's not cool," Seth said, "She's just a kid, she shouldn't be doing your dirty work."
"She actually offered," Josh said, "Anyway noone cares about my irrelevant old ass. What you wanna know? NXT gossip, right?"
Dean and Seth exchanged glances. After all Josh and Cody were the first coworkers they were 'out to' apart from obviously Roman. And Cody did just about save Seth's sanity in his turbulent relationship with Dean.
"Any new hookups?" asked Dean after an awkward silence.
"Corey Graves smacked JoJo in the face at training last week," Josh said, "Because he holds her responsible for his breakup despite the fact he can't keep his legs crossed. They've written him off TV until further notice. You know Tyson Kidd's facing Adrian for Takeover at the end of the month? Well that was originally meant for Whorey Corey."
"I never liked him even back then as Stirling Keenan," Seth said, "Up himself asshole. Never changed when he signed with us."
"Oh and uh, he started a fight with me," Josh said, "He's got no friends...well...apart from his fucks. Big Cass. Mojo Rawley. Sylvester LeFort. Basically anything in pants on the roster who's not attached."
"Gross," Seth said, "I always thought he looked dirty. Why would anyone want to hit that? I bet if you swabbed his ass the thing would catch fire!"
"They used to say that about me back on the indies," Dean said, "Not all of us can be Ziggler or Rhodes, Colby."
The glower told Seth he'd just shoved his foot right back in it again. He babbled about needing to piss and got to his feet, tripping over the chair leg as he blundered towards the toilets.
"You're too hard on him," remarked Josh.
"Well he still never thinks," huffed Dean.
"He's right, Corey is dirty. Filthy. You can smell the lube on him at training. It's fucking gross. To think he and I used to be buddies. We even got a tattoo together."
"Huh?"
"Oh, I got this hideous lipstick kiss on my ass about a year and a half ago," Josh said, "LAsered now. He went and got his ass tattooed with JW. Ha. And then he showed his ass to every available male in Orlando."
"Whatever floats your boat," Dean said, "Any more dirt?"
"Yeah, prepare yourself for the showdowns," Josh said, "Before Seth DMd me I'd just got off the phone to Sami. Guess who's joining us in Europe?"
"Nice, Neville's awesome," Dean said.
"You won't say that if you're stuck in an airport with them and he forgets to hold Sami's hand or kiss him good morning. Oh God."
"You're making out like Zayn's this bossy, domineering..."
"You wait until you see them! And when Paige gets involved...hang on, message. Oh for GOD'S SAKE AIDEN...!"
"What is it?"
"He's just posted a fucking picture of himself being screwed by Baron...oh for the love of...what's happened to developmental?!"
Seth gingerly returned to his seat just as Dean was grabbing Josh's cellphone to catch a peek at naked Aiden English and Baron Corbin and liking what he saw.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Nothing," Dean said, smirking his head off.
"Just idiots back in Florida being gross," Josh grumbled.
"Give Aiden props, he's got balls," Dean chuckled, "I'd love to send a sex selfie."
"You will do no such thing!" Seth snapped, going scarlet in the face, "Imagine if the wrong person got a hold of that?!"
"Your cum face will make people laugh," Dean teased.
"Oh...kay...this is my cue to leave," Josh said, deleting the explicit picture and tapping a reproachful response via text to Aiden, "See you guys later."
He practically ran from the bistro.
"He's in denial," Dean commented, "Can tell."
"Never mind them," Seth said, "We should get the check."
South London, England.
After morning workouts and any media appearances, the WWE superstars and DIvas were spending their time shopping or sightseeing in the English capital. Or chilling in their hotel.
Cody Rhodes was sat in the hotel restaurant, staring at his coffee. All week long he'd cried himself to sleep, muddling through every day, every match, every show almost on autopilot. He wanted answers. But he knew it was a hell of his own making. Yet again.
Dustin hadn't been sympathetic at all. In fact his elder brother had told the ravenette that he'd deserved to be broken up with in such a low manner after his drama queen, bitchy, diva behaviour of late. Cody didn't know why he acted in such a way. He was catty. He was a bitch. He knew that as well as anyone. But so many gay men he'd met over the years acted similar so he didn't see what was wrong? It was all about image. Cody of course was really a sappy, affectionate, soft spoken geek whose biggest passion apart from the business was superheroes. Or video games. He was a big '80s kid really. But the more he went on social media...it didn't help that he was frequenting women's wrestling forums and engaging in 'stan wars'...he'd picked up all the latest lingo that twinks today used from the internet. He enjoyed the gay lifestyle still...but it was redundant now his Joshy had gone for good...his beloved...Joshy...
His blue eyes were turgid with tears.
Before he'd boarded the plane to Europe, he'd also finally fulfilled his husbandry obligations.
Which he guessed made him bisexual now.
Oh well.
He could look at all the photos of him and Josh he wanted.
Wasn't going to bring it back.
Cody darted towards the toilets and slapped open the door of the gents. Luckily nobody was in here.
Cody padded into the end cubicle (of two) and locked the door before climbing onto the closed seat, curling up and beginning to cry and cry with bitterness.
"Joshy..."
He heard someone walk into the bathroom and enter the cubicle next to him. Please no. Not today. He couldn't handle explosive diarrhea or a cruiser. However he heard the sound of a bottle being opened.
And then a hacking.
"Oh fuck..."
Cody's ears pricked up.
"God damnit..."
Hang on.
That was Cena.
Cena of all people.
Cody perked up, wiping his streaming eyes.
"H-hello?" he whispered.
"Shoot.."
He heard the door unbolt and footfalls dash to the sink.
John knew he'd been caught out.
He pretended to be washing his face as he heard the chain go and the other door unlock.
He turned, ready to face an on-the-button fan.
"Oh...hi Codes," he said stiffly.
"Hey," Cody murmured, sniffling. It was no use. He dissolved into more tears.
John was taken aback. Being the gent that he was, the Cenation leader opened his big arms and hugged the shaking ravenette to him. He knew a man in pain when he saw one. And for all of his fem qualities, John had barely if at all seen Cody cry. And plus John could use a hug right now.
Not like he was getting them elsewhere.
"Hey, hey," he said, rubbing the warm, shaking back, "What's the matter?"
Indistinct murmurs and blubbering.
John broke the hug.
He thought he could hazard a wild guess.
"I'm sorry man," he said, "REally, truly sorry to hear that."
"I loved him John...loved him so much...he was my life...I was going to get on one knee for him soon...why me?"
"Maybe it just wasn't meant to be? I mean, you guys seemed to fight a lot...even after that big match you had last year...perhaps you're better off as buddies? Like before?"
COdy shook his head, lip trembling, face red and puffy,
"Why does nobody understand?" he wailed.
"Other people don't matter," John said, pulling out a pile of paper towels and handing them to Cody, "But if you want to talk about it?"
"Never mind me," Cody sniffled, "What did you want to talk...about?"
"Boring stuff," John said, even though actually, a pair of ears would be nice right now. Sheamus was on borrowed time. Wade was attached to the Irishman everywhere he want nowadays. And John had no time for that bitter individual McIntyre, whom he only tolerated out of his currently-strained friendship with Sheamus.
"Might t-take my mind off," Cody sniffed, "You can tell me John..."
"You're cut up," John said.
"No, please...I need...distractions," Cody croaked, "Please John..talk...I'm...*sob*...doctor Runnels...*sob* is listening."
John had never seen a man so wrecked and defeated in his life. You could not fake tears like that. Cody was reacting like someone had died. He was reacting...like John felt when he saw Randy's video.
In front of John's eyes right now was a man with a heart shattered in two. Someone whom he could truly identify with.
"Well," he said, taking a deep breath, "Where shall I begin?"
"Not *sob* been your year has it John?" Cody sniffled, wiping his eyes and trying to get himself together.
John laughed flatly.
"Ha. Not exactly," he snarked, "But here's the gist. He belittled me. He cheats on me twice. And 'oh by the way honey can I sleep with a man who was already juggling a wife to be and one of your best friends'?"
Cody shuffled. He'd already known this was coming.
"Who besides...Bryan?" he hoarsed, still trembling and trying to get his breathing back to normal.
"Surprised you havem't seen it yourself, your ex," John said, voice hard, "Dave fucking Batista."
"No way?" lied COdy.
"Don't act so surprised but I'll let it go cos you're not yourself right now," John grunted, "But yeah. Big Dave's never been one for subtlety has he?"
"No," Cody said.
"Oh there's more," John said, "Might as well 'fess up. I'm back with...my ex. Zack."
"Really? Rebound?"
"Sorta," John said, knowing with a sinking heart that if Zack had overheard he would NOT be happy at being referred to as a 'sorta rebound'; "What actually happened with you?"
"He...he...just dumped me. And he...*sob*...got...fucking...*sob*...Paige to do it for him! I swear he and her must be at it because she's ALWAYS with him! ALWAYS! Joshy has NEVER been into girls! EVER! HE CAN'T BE!"
"You're married to one," John reminded him.
Cody sighed. Back to reality.
"Even if Josh and young Paige are together...sure it's a heck of an age gap but if they're happy..." John said.
"NAAAAANAAANAAA!" Cody was covering his ears feverishly, shaking his head. He looked like a kid but it wasn't funny at all to John. In fact it was really very sad.
"You're really head over heels aren't you?" he observed, "DO you er...know...why...he...ended it?"
"Cos I'm a bitch," wailed Cody, "A nasty...queeny...(he began to kick the sinks hard)...horrid...shady...self obsessed...BITCH! He hates me!"
"Hey hey...simmer down," John said, grabbing the 215 pounder, "Well that's in a way good...means you can admit to your mistake...takes a big guy to do that..."
"Not just that though is it?" sobbed Cody, "I'm married John...John...I...well...I don't even feel like me anymore...we uh..."
"Ahh..." John understood instantly, "Maybe you should move on. You can't string her along like this."
"I don't want to be married...I want to be Joshy's wife...mother to our son...we were gonna have a boy and name him Jody and live in Marietta with dogs...and it was going to be beautiful..."
John felt desperately sorry for the young man who was borderline cracking up in front of him. He also noted how Cody referred to himself as a wife and mother. Cody had never done that. Even when he was in full Queen Bee fabulous bitch mode. Never referred to himself as a she. Ever. John had worked alongside the kid for a long time now.
"Best laid plans of mice and men," John said.
"Least you and Randy had a child," Cody mumbled dejectedly.
"Correction," John said, "Randy had a child with a woman he married."
"Why can't I have that?!" Cody cried.
"I don't know," the Cenation leader replied, "But if you want my opinion...you shouldn't have gotten married. All it's done is upset people. Those videos on dot com don't help."
He suddenly winced and held his inner thigh.
Cody spotted this.
"Just overkilled it on the squats," John said, "Getting old."
"No you're not," Cody mumbled, "Why aren't you fighting to get Randy back? 12 years can't mean nothing...unless like all men you got bored and wanted a younger model?"
"Not like that at all!" erupted John, "How dare you!"
"Sorry," muttered Cody, "I...guess...I can't...talk..."
"Hey, I'm sorry...I know you're right," John mumbled, "There's me preachin' to ya and I could do with practicing a little myself...ow.."
He held his thigh again.
The door to the bathroom opened and in walked Zack. Or rather, strutted. Cody scowled.
"What are you doing in here John?" snapped Zack, "I've been waiting."
"Going to the bathroom?" John said.
"Hurry up," Zack said.
"Watch your mouth," Cody said, "Don't want to end up like A-Ry do you? Oh wait...he's on TV more than you these days anyway! And he's just an announcer."
"Leave it," John said.
Zack sneered at Cody.
"Like the announcer (he did a cruel impression of Cody) who's just dumped your ass?" he smirked, "Not so tough now you're stuck with wifey. Got a duty now."
"Hey that's not necessary," John cut in, folding his enormous arms.
Cody grabbed Zack by the chest of his shirt.
"YOU LITTLE...FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" he cried, shaking.
"Take your hands off me lispy," snarled Zack.
"I'm not done with you," Cody's voice was shaking dangerously as he reluctantly released Zack. He stumbled out of the bathroom, eyes stinging with yet more tears.
Zack rounded on John.
"Why didn't you call him off me?!" he spat, getting in the big man's space.
John shrugged.
"You are making it up to me tonight," Zack snarled, throwing his bag down, "Pick that up and carry it to the bus...honey."
John, incredibly obeyed everything the low-carder told him and carried the bag. He was the face of this company! But...he knew he had to obey Zack.
"And once you've put my bag away," Zack went on, "You are taking me sightseeing around London. I fancy going to the Tower Of London and then on the big wheel. And then you can take me to Harrods for lunch."
"Yes Zack," John mumbled.
He kept his head low as he followed Zack out of the bathroom and back through the restaurant. He could feel Cody's eyes upon him as he obediently followed his new squeeze. He was praying Randy or Dave were nowhere near the hotel right now. That would finish him. It was bad enough seeing them anyway...but them seeing him whipped by Zack...
Cody finished his coffee and dejectedly decided to make the most of his day. He couldn't sit in the hotel all day feeling sorry for himself. He'd fucked up. His own fault. He had a wife to provide for. Albeit a wife back in the States right now. But still.
"There you are," came the all-too-familiar drawl of his brother Dustin, "Stop moping Cody."
"Fuck you Dustin!"
"I tried to tell you that it was the wrong thing to do..."
"Told you so, blah blah...DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Cody cried.
"Calm down," Dustin said.
"Don't fucking tell me what do!" snarled Cody, "Leave me alone."
"You're acting like a child," his elder brother admonished.
"Don't care," Cody spat, "Don't talk to me Dustin unless it's do with whatever our match tonight is."
The Nineties veteran sighed. No use trying to get through to his brother when he was having a tantrum. He felt desperately sorry for his brokenhearted sibling but with Cody's divalike behaviour of late, Dustin couldn't help but feel that maybe this was karma biting Cody on the ass.
Cody threw a twenty pound note on the table and grabbed his hoodie, making sure to put the hood up to hide his face.
"Where are you going?" demanded Dustin.
"Out. It's London, in case you hadn;'t noticed old man," snarled Cody, "Big city. Lots to do."
"Well aware thank you," snarked Dustin, "If you even think about boarding the metro to Soho and sneakily getting laid..."
"You can't stop me!" roared Cody.
A few hotel guests and wait staff were all staring at them. Dustin felt uncomfortable. His brother always did like to make a scene.
"Yeah, fine, do what you want," he sighed, "See you at the O2 later."
Cody just turned and stomped out of the restaurant without another word. Through the lobby he went and out into the prosperous streets of Bermondsey. He opened up the App Store.
Grindr.
Couldn't be that hard to use.
He took a quick selfie.
Cody never thought he'd ever be lowering himself to using such an app. But anything to take his mind off Josh. And he was sure these Brits would love a piece of his hot American twink ass.
Username...
DarkLink85.
Bio?
Bottom boy from the good ol' Deep South. Here for a week. hit me up sexy Brits ; )
Good enough.
He began to walk along the street, not really knowing where he was going.
His phone instantly began to vibrate.
About five notifications on grindr already. Wow. That quick?
He opened the app once more.
Yuck. Old man.
Too young and blatantly a bottom. No thanks.
Hello. He was hot.
Cody tapped a response back. Before he knew it a quick conversation was happening, usual questions like 'do you like England?' and 'Whats a hot Yank doing here?' blah blah. Cody quickly turned up the heat by sending him an ass shot.
Five minutes later...Cody was navigating his way to the nearest tube station, Canary Wharf. That easy to find a hook up? No wonder they all used it. Wow Cody had definitely changed.
At Nando's in the O2 arena itself, a small company were gathered at a table.
Summer Rae, Paige, Adrian Neville, Sami Zayn and Josh Mathews. An NXT reunion lunch.
"You can't be young and British without spending your life in Nando's," the Divas Champion was saying.
"Amen," Adrian said.
"Ben," Sami admonished him as the NXT Champion shovelled a chicken leg into his mouth much like a ravenous dog.
"What?" asked Adrian, mouth full.
"Manners," Sami said, "What if fans are about?"
"Sorry," mumbled the Geordie.
"How do you cope living in the South?" Summer put in, showing absolutely no pretension as she dug into her own lunch.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Sami, folding his arms and pouting.
"People eating barbecues and using their fingers," the statuesque blonde said, "You need to relax."
Sami was being alarmingly delicate and using a knife and fork. The only on their table to do so.
"So, Paige, how does it feel being on your homecoming?" Adrian asked, knowing the look on Sami's face and taking the Arab-Canadian's hand under the table...instantly Sami smiled adorably and his shoulders dropped considerably.
"Feels like I've never been away," the young Divas Champ said, shooting a sappy glance at the tall blonde girl next to her, Josh noting this with a smile of his own.
"Same for me," Summer said, returning it very subtly.
"How was Mikey over the shoot?" asked Josh.
"Cesaro this, Cesaro that," Summer said, "Cute but I didn't need the exact details on what he can do with his tongue. Got to meet Maryse a few times though."
"What was she doing there?" asked Paige.
"She's Mikey's beard," Josh said, trying to keep the bitterness out his voice.
"Bit like Cody and Eden?" Adrian said.
Paige facepalmed.
Josh looked at his plate.
"What did I say?" Adrian asked.
Summer just shook her head and avoided his gaze.
"What?" asked Adrian again.
"Mind your mouth Ben," Sami scolded.
"I only said..."
"They've broken up, remember?" Sami reminded him.
"Oh...oh...sorry pal...I didn't think..." Adrian blushed.
"It's cool," Josh said, "I'm nothing special. Not exactly a secret. So did Mikey say when he was joining us?"
"Tomorrow I think," Summer said, "He said he needed a full body wax first. Had to pamper himself."
"Oh jeez...really?"
"That's what I said," Summer giggled, "He was quite sexy in the shoot. All beard, gun-toting and quite manly. Until they said cut."
"And then it's 'oh my Claudio is Mr Wonderful'," Josh said.
"Basically, yeah," Summer said, "I think we had every single Cesaro match on repeat most days."
Josh was browsing Mike's twitter. Husband and wife spa days? He bet Maryse loved having a hubby who took care of his appearance so much, albeit for a rugged Swiss man rather than her. It would be nice to see his friend (and ex) back on the road again.
"Why does everyone tease Miz for being open?" Sami asked, "I think it's sweet that Cesao buys him chocolates and flowers and treats him like a lady."
"He is a 230 pound man from Ohio, not a lady," Summer said.
"So?" Sami said.
"Ladies, ladies," Paige teased.
"Cesaro's an awesome wrestler but what a prick," Adrian said, "So full of himself. Big deal, he can lift."
Sami slammed his fork down and got to his feet, a scowl on his face.
Without another word he marched towards the gents and stormed inside. The sound of a cubicle door banging shut was clearly audible.
"What was that?" asked Summer curiously.
"I don't know," Adrian said.
"You better go after him, chop chop," Paige said, "There's a good boy."
"You just couldn't resist that, could you?" Adrian muttered, face scarlet. He got to his feet and padded towards the bathrooms.
"You love torturing him don't you?" Summer remarked.
"One of my remaining pleasures in life," Paige said, sipping her cola.
"She's still butthurt that Oli got released and didn't say goodbye," explained Josh.
"Damn right!" Paige said.
"You could mother Aiden?" Josh suggested.
Meanwhile Adrian entered the gents toilet.
"C'mon...what did I say?" the jumping Geordie said, addressing the small tiled restroom at large. He saw one of the cubicles locked and assumed his other half was inside, "Are you OK?"
"Fine!" snapped Sami.
And Adrian knew that he wasn't fine. And that he, Adrian, had put his foot in it.
"So why are you hiding in here if everything's fine?"
The door opened and Sami appeared, flat cap askew, his cute bearded face flushed with anger.
"Because as usual Ben you are a thoughtless, rude pig!"
"What?" Adrian was taken aback.
"I don't know why I stay with you, I really don't! I thought working in Europe together would have been great for us. But NO, as usual, all you're interested in is trying to go out for drinks with the likes of that big oaf Sheamus and his Brit buddies rather than spend ANY time with your boyfriend!"
Adrian shifted guiltily. He had spent most of the journey to London chatting with Sheamus via Whatsapp about checking out good pubs when they were travelling the UK. And telling him where the best pubs were in his home town of Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Well it was his first trip 'home' since Christmas after all.
"I have been spending time with you!" he countered, avoiding Sami's glare.
"Oh really? Every single god damn night, you roll in late to the fucking hotel!" raged Sami, "And yet I've only got to MENTION Cesaro and you get jealous! What, so I can't have friends Ben? I fucking keep our house tidy, cleaning up after your messy ass day in, day out, make your fucking meals! And this is the thanks I get?! WE HAVENT EVEN HAD SEX ONCE THE PAST 8 DAYS WE'VE BEEN HERE IN EUROPE!"
"Voice down!" Adrian hissed, going crimson in the face.
"ARE YOU ASHAMED OF ME BEN?!" roared Sami, hand on hip, looking so alarmingly like an angry schoolmistress. Even his red Misfits tee seemed to be glowing along with his face right now.
"You're making a massive mountain out of a molehill," Adrian muttered, cowering under Sami's furious gaze, "I just don't like Cesaro. I think he's up himself. That's all."
"He's my fucking FRIEND, Ben! Who do you think you are, insulting my friends?!"
He was bearing down on Adrian now.
"What are you actually pissed about?" asked the Geordie, "Me dissing Cesaro, or us not, y'know, doing it?"
He was genuinely confused. What had he actually done wrong? It had been a busy week, and somewhat overwhelming, touring with the main roster. Sometimes Adrian swore Sami was just a drama queen who enjoyed having a go at him.
"EVERYTHING, BEN!" snarled Sami, "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"
SMACK.
He slapped the NXT Champion hard around the face.
"You're an asshole Ben," he choked, lip trembling, "I've been hurt by guys before cos they think it's a joke...I thought you were different...I thought you loved me.."
"I do love you!" Adrian replied defensively., holding his stinging cheek. Sami's bitch slaps always CANED.
"Do you? You've barely shown me any affection on this trip," sniffled Sami, "Always trying to impress your Brit main roster bros."
"I've got to show the big guys respect," Adrian reasoned.
"How about showing your BOYFRIEND respect," Sami continued, "It's not a crime, Ben. I am your boyfriend. BOYFRIEND. See?! You're flinching! Are you with me because it's easier than chatting up some chick?!"
"No, not at all!" Adrian gasped, hurt that Sami thought that low of him.
"You don't even like sex face to face!" Sami sobbed, leaning on one of the sinks and removing his flatcap, "Why?"
"Because...you know I'm not that...experienced with lads," Adrian admitted, "Before I got signed, I always had girlfriends...you're the first lad I've been out with...and...it's...(he blushed even harder)...easier...to...er...do it...behind..."
"What's so bad about feeling a connection, huh?" Sami challenged, "Or will it freak you out to see my beard, hairy chest and dick and confirm that yes you do have a boyfriend and not a girlfriend? JUst because I'm the bottom doesn't mean I'm a girl Ben!"
Adrian had to bite his tongue hard. Sami was ridiculously female. Beard and chest hair notwithstanding! But Adrian liked that about him. The Brit did love Sami...he was still finding his feet in this dating-a-guy-thing. Maybe he should just explain to Sami. Do the dreaded 'talk about feelings' thing. He'd been naive to think that blokes weren't interested in that. He'd gone into this with a very narrow view of what to expect...and he just kept making more and more mistakes. Sami was a beautiful man with his pale skin, dark red hair, loving and sparkling eyes...and very sensual in bed. Plus he was the most talented worker in developmental in Adrian's opinion.
"I'm sorry, really, I am," he mumbled, "You know this is still new to me..."
"No rule book Ben," Sami said, softening a little. He stood in front of his beloved NXT Champion (and opponent for tomorrow's dark match) and stroked the pointed features. Corey Graves had bitched him out when he'd first got with Adrian, saying how 'ugly' the champ was and how he could do so much better. But what did a whore like Corey know? Adrian might not be conventionally handsome but Sami loved him. And he might be inexperienced with men, but he pushed all of Sami's buttons in bed. Sami pecked him on the lips.
"I'm sorry Ben," the Arabic Canadian whispered, "I'm just...tired...the flight here was long..."
"PMS?" joked Adrian.
"Not funny Ben," Sami said, pecking the Brit some more, "Take me to the hotel."
"But...lunch?"
"Ben...please."
"OK..."
Sami took his hand and led him out of the bathroom, the Brit uncomfortably aware of the few glances they received from punters.
"We're going back to the hotel," Adrian garbled.
"Oh, are you?" teased Paige, tossing back her raven locks.
"None of your sodding business you nosey cow," Adrian said to her.
"Shag Sami through the mattress, that's an order," she hit back.
"Don't be jealous," Sami chimed in, now grinning from ear to ear, his face a little blotchy from crying.
"I hope you need stitches," pouted the Divas champion.
"Give you a blow by blow account later," Sami smirked.
"Really, I'm fine," Paige said.
In the flash hotel on the London Docklands where many of the superstars were staying, one room had a Do Not Disturb sign hanging on it.
Inside, on the crisp and squashy king-sized bed, Dean Ambrose was on his back, legs spread, moaning with ecstasy. Soft moans. The lights were dim, the curtains were drawn despite it being the afternoon.
Seth Rollins' long hair was visible between his legs, the enforcer of the Shield's slim, naked form winking in the dim lights as he used his talented tongue (and bristly beard) to pleasure Dean.
"Ohhh..." moaned Dean.
Since check in, they'd already had a cheeky bath together and had been engaging in slow, sensual foreplay, Seth finally carrying out his promise to turn up the romance and turn down the sleaze in their sex life. No swearing was allowed. It may not be something from a Mills and Boon but the sounds Dean was making was enough to tell Seth he was doing a damned good job.
Dean had fantastic thighs. So smooth.
"You like that?" purred Seth.
Dean just nodded.
"You're amazing...fucking amazing.."
"Hey...c'mon...we agreed..."
"I can't help it...I'm so turned on...!"
"Told ya it was possible to go slow.."
"Don't talk...carry on!"
Seth continued to rim Dean, enjoying the mewls and moans. He wagered that none of Dean's many, many past conquests on the indie scene ever bothered to make any effort to please him like this, just cutting straight to the deed and banging him until they shot their wads. Assholes.
"Sethie...please..."
"Huh?" Seth looked up, grinning at the elder man.
"Please...want you.."
Seth reached over and jerked Dean's weeping cock playfully.
A loud moan split the air.
"No...don't...want you...to..make me..."
"OK, OK..."
Seth crawled over to his open sports bag and fished around in it for the lubricant. Aha. He pulled out the bottle and began to coat two fingers.
"Baby...shouldn't need much...you've been so...amazing..."
Dean was a mess. And Seth found this so freaking hot. It was like the FCW days again. And no trace of Dean's pyschotic screen persona on his face...his lips were parted, eyes sparkling.
"Come here," moaned Dean.
He pulled Seth to him and kissed him passionately.
"I love you Colby," he mewed.
Seth just smiled back.
"Love you too."
Dean's face lit up.
He raised his smooth legs.
Seth took this as his cue and began to lightly prep his elder partner.
"Don't,...rush it..." gasped Dean, moaning sensually as the fingers entered him, "Go slow..."
"Good man," Seth said, "You're in control."
"No...control...just...love me."
Awwww.
The younger man removed his fingers and began to coat himself liberally. No pain. Show him what a gent he could be. He kneeled between those smooth legs and pushed at the tight entrance. And missed.
He hissed in annoyance. Hang on.
He grabbed a pillow.
"Lift up," he whispered.
Dean did so and Seth placed it under that pert ass.
The Armenian tried one more time...and Dean whimpered as he was finally penetrated. He wrapped his legs around Seth's lean form as the younger man moved all the way inside, kissing him to quieten him as he did so...the tight heat feeling extra good. He looked into Dean's eyes.
Dean stared right back into those dark eyes. His arms flew around Seth's neck, pushing his ass up and whining some more...oh...my...this..was...it never felt this good. It was like they had a real connection for the first time in ages.
"Ohhh...Colby..."
It was like a different man.
Dean was so much sexier when he was being sensual. Seth knew he'd done good to change the vibes in the bedroom. No trace of Jon Moxley or any of his psycho gimmicks. Jon from Cincinnati. That was it.
The younger man began to move, and wow, Dean really began to moan this time. Seth's long hair hanging over his face...tickling him, the bristled lips pecking Dean's...oh this was so worth the wait. And more. He felt...loved.
"Ohhhh...!"
"Feel good baby?"
Dean nodded.
"You're...oh...ohhhh...amazing.."
Hang on.
Seth had an idea.
Something Josh said.
Well...something Miz told Josh..
Seth pulled Dean up gently so they were sat upright. Dean riding the younger man. Seth rubbed his hands up and down that toned, slim back. And the sounds leaving Dean's throat now...the Ohio native was barely on the planet now...fuck this guy was just amazing...he couldn't imagine being with anyone BUT Seth now. Sorry Roman but as long as they remained a faction the Samoan would have to live with working alongside a couple. Dean's prostate was being touched in just the right place in this position...they were of such similar height and build...they were a perfect couple...Dean softly moaned Seth's real name over and over...music to the Armenian's ears.
Dean stroked Seth's long hair behind his handsome head before planting soft kisses over his partner's olive skinned features. Seth thought that was precious...see Dean was a softie really. And he loved that. They had switched once...but that hadn't felt right. Dean had always been a bottom. And now Seth, who'd been more open about that stuff, could see why.
Every so often Dean would freeze up and grab his own cock, edging.
Seth didn't try and stop him. He was too busy working to make the elder man feel fucking fantastic. And also edging. He was determined that Dean would come first. Wanted Dean to come first. Sweat was sheening their athletic bodies, Seth's hair taking on that wild wavy quality like in his harder-fought matches.
Dean could feel his abs burning as his orgasm once more thundered through his lower body...he wanted to release...but this felt so good ...he could happily stay like this forever...in Seth's arms...Seth inside him...
He mewled louder.
"Hey..." purred Seth, "It's OK...don't keep holdin' it back for me...just...let it go baby.."
Dean moaned sharply.
He began to writhe faster.
He was so close.
So fucking close.
His back arched inward.
Seth held his rapidly-approaching-climax partner steady, about to lose it himself just watching and feeling Dean like this.
Moans became whines. Whines became wails. Wails led to sharp almost screams...eventually Dean screamed, gripping onto his man as he exploded. Really exploded...semen spraying between their writhing bodies...fuck he'd never come like this. Ever. Even during their best nights together...oh man...he barely knew his own name.
Seth couldn't take it anymore and growled mannishly as he too finally gave in just as Dean finished coming, driving up into the youthful body of his partner and climaxing hard.
They'd virtually lost it together.
Oh man.
THat was so worth it.
So worth everything.
Seth fell on to Dean and they collapsed in a tangle of limbs to the bed.
Seth gingerly pulled out, politely ignoring the consquential sound, instead letting his older partner rest his head on his chest.
"I love you..." croaked Dean, completely spent.
"I love you too baby...worth it?" purred Seth, stroking Dean's soaked, brown hair.
"And more...thank you...you're amazing...Colby...I love you."
"Hey...c'mon...relax now...it's OK..."
Dean was so satisfied. Three years...he thought Seth was the best he'd ever had...now...he'd wished Seth was the ONLY person he'd ever had.
He moved his finger idly on Seth's chest.
The younger man looked curiously.
Dean moved his finger again.
"What you doing?" asked Seth.
"Drawing a heart."
"You big softie..." chuckled Seth. How adorable. And one thing the Tumblr girls must never find out. Something only he, Seth should see.
Sami Zayn was leading Adrian Neville along the corridor of their hotel floor. Hot cricket in the afternoon, why not? And Paige looked so jealous! Adrian had felt a bit out his depth holding hands with Sami on the Jubilee Line but nobody had even noticed, too busy getting on with their day to stare.
As Sami searched for the room key, Adrian noted a 'Do Not Disturb' sign a few doors down. Looks like some more of their coworkers were getting busy in the Docklands. THe Geordie would hardly call this wealthy redeveloped southern peninsula of the English capital a romantic hotspot but it was a pretty nice area. And plus it was back home in Blighty. He was amazed how much Sami seemed to love Britain. Oh well, the hotel rooms were posh. Must have got folk in the mood.
"Come on Ben," Sami said.
"Sorry," Adrian mumbled.
He followed Sami inside.
Sami shed his signature cap and blazer before kicking off his sneakers and laying on the bed. Adrian was surprised Sami didn't want to do it in the cap but oh well.
"Open the minibar," Sami smiled.
"But...we'll get charged," Adrian said.
"So? it's London," Sami said, "Enjoy the moment..."
Adrian opened the minibar and located the frankly pathetic bottle of champagne. Barely enough for one glass each. Oh well. Probably wise to not show up to Raw totally bladdered. Was there any glasses? Aha.
Pop.
Adrian was pretty good at doing this.
He poured two glasses and turned to Sami, feeling a bit cheesy. And nearly dropped them when he saw that Sami had stripped down to his briefs. Some sexy, tiny and tight blue ones that clung to his smooth, pale bubble butt.
"Rami..." choked Adrian.
"Clothes fell off," Sami said shrugging, a cheeky grin lighting up his cute bearded face, "Oh for me? Thank you Ben."
He took the glass.
Adrian kicked his trainers off and sat opposite Sami.
Sami gently took his hand and kissed it.
"Not gonna join me?" asked the redhead.
"Er...OK..."
Sami took Adrian's glass as the Englishman began to remove his red Fred Perry polo and jeans.
"Take your hair down Ben, you know I like it when it's down."
Adrian undid the loose bun his brown hair was currently in and shook it loose.
Feeling a bit silly, he sat opposite Sami and took his glass back.
"Your body is amazing Ben," Sami said, "Seriously...so...muscular..."
"So's everyone's at work," Adrian said.
"Yours is the best," Sami said, "I'm pale and scrawny...you're ripped...and unf.."
He lay his smooth ivory leg on Adrian's thicker, tanned one. He pulled Adrian closer and pecked his lips.
"You need to relax Ben," he murmured, "It's only me...nobody's here watching...just...be you..." More kisses.
"I know...I'll get used to the lovey stuff eventually," Adrian whispered.
"Why not give me a massage?" Sami asked, a cheeky glint in his eye.
He supped his champagne and then lay on his front.
Oh dear God.
His ass...every curve visible in those briefs. And he was subtly arching.
Adrian downed his fizz and crawled to Sami, his hands magnetised to that ass. He gently massaged it before spanking it.
Sami moaned.
"Oh Ben!" he said, "Haven't we got masterful!"
Adrian didn't know what made him spank Sami. Sami was sensual and loving but also very mischeivous when he wanted. Those undies...he knew what he was doing. In fact Adrian wouldn't be surprised if the dramtics at Nando's were all a staged part of the plan for Sami to have his way. It wouldn't be the first time. Adrian was wrapped around the highflying redhead's little finger. And he knew it. But hey. It was good sex. Great company (apart from when Sami was 'on his period') and Sami was SO bloody talented in the ring.
"Don't be shy Ben," Sami moaned, "Spank me again. You know you want to."
Adrian did just that. Moan.
And again. An even louder moan.
Sami lowered the briefs, his pale, smooth ass now on show. He arched his back some more, looking ever so slutty. He looked over his shoulder, shooting Adrian a naughty grin. Oh he was bad. He was very bad.
"Take them off, go on," he purred.
Adrian pulled the skimpy blue briefs clean off that slender, perfect body.
Sami wriggled around and pounced, pinning Adrian to the bed.
He was in control.
He ripped Adrian's boxer shorts off and began to get to work, taking his English partner down his throat, enjoying the masculine, guttural moans...his accent went so thick in bed. Sami could come just from listening to Adrian read the telephone directory in that wonderful North East English accent. He raised his pert ass skywards as he continued to suck the NXT Champion off. And he was wrestling his love this week...he might not be able to control his wandering hands...
Sami wriggled back, releasing Adrian from his mouth.
"Jesus..." gasped Adrian.
"Nope, just little me," grinned Sami. Oh he was such a minx.
He leaned over, purposely shaking his amazing ass as he searched for the lubricant. He might be bottom but he took control in bed. Adrian needed to learn somehow. Sami found the lube and began to prep himself in front of Adrian, moaning and whining like a hussy, snapping his hips.
Adrian was trying not to wank himself off...jesus Christ. Sami was something else. He was under the thumb. But with a hot display like that, who cared?
Sami crawled onto the bed much like a tiger stalking its prey...pulling Adrian forward by the ankles.
"Don't I need the...?" asked Adrian.
Sami smirked and sucked his partner off some more, before gently tossing Adrian off with his lubricant-coated hand. Should be enough.
"I think you're prepared enough," he purred, eyes sparkling with wicked intent.
He straddled the muscular if short Englishman beneath him, his smooth, creamy thighs spread..rubbing his cool, pert ass teasingly against Adrian, moaning whorishly.
"Oh Ben..." he whined.
Adrian was always gobsmacked just what a sex kitten Sami could be.
Sami lowered himself on slowly, resting his free hand on Adrian's chest, crying out immodestly until he'd taken every inch of Adrian. He snapped his hips back and forth. He was going to do all the work. Adrian's job was to lay there and look hot.
"Oh yes..." Sami moaned, as he began to fuck himself, "Oh BEN..."
Adrian just grunted and groaned mannishly as the tight heat squeezed around him..Sami working that slim body of his. Sami grabbed Adrian's hand and their fingers locked. MMmm...this was perfect...
And Adrian realised what an idiot he'd been to not face Sami when they had sex...this wasn't hard and Sami just looked so beautiful...passionate whimpers...was he...yes...oh bloody hell he was...faint mumbled Arabic.
Sami couldn't help it...his mother tongue bursting forth...he loved being 'on top'...his prostate was being hit perfectly...
"يا شيخ حبيبتي (my man, my lover)" moaned Sami.
It sounded to Adrian like magic. How erotic was that? Almost as erotic as the time Sami had given him a freaking belly dance. Now that was hot.
"Oh Ben," Sami gasped, his eyes closed, lips parted, his lean body writhing in ecstasy, "أنا أحبك من كل قلبي بن!" (I love you with all my heart)
Adrian had no idea what Sami was saying but it sounded hot. He was getting close just listening to Sami whimper in his native tongue. It had only happened very rarely until now. Sami's cries were getting higher in pitch.
His hands were gripping Adrian's hands harder.
"اللعنة!" cried Sami as his orgasm hit him, Adrian's chest sprayed white.
Adrian had guessed that Sami had just said 'fuck' in Arabic. Because that's what he said last time he slipped into his native language during sex. And that was such a turnon. Knowing that Sami had just broken many taboos in one moment. And he wasn't stopping working that body.
Adrian couldn't help himself.
He bellowed as he too succumbed.
In an upscale penthouse in the middle of Canada Water, Rotherhithe, Cody Rhodes was laying in a king size bed, the duvet just covering his naked body.
He'd broken every one of his principles and just had dirty, wild sex with a high-flying estate agent whose name he didn't even know, but the guy had a great gym honed body and a huge dick. Cody's first Grindr hit. It was such a rush. The guy was definitely not a WWE fan so Cody hadn't bothered to tell him who he was. When asked his name by the trick, Cody had said his name was Kurt Smoller and said that he was a personal trainer. Pretty poor cover story but he highly doubted that he'd seen Warehouse 13 either. The guy was dark and handsome, probably Cody's age. Great thighs. And he was rough which Cody liked.
Cody was wiping his congealing release from his shiny abs and pecs. The guy had swooned at Cody's muscular body and fantastic long smooth legs. He'd asked Cody if he was definitely a bottom once he'd seen how hung the ravenette was and Cody had practically shouted 'Yes' in response. The guy was a damn good fuck, 8, maybe a 9 anyway.
But he wasn't his Joshy.
It had been a great release to just have no strings, hot, sweaty sex under an assumed name for Cody.
But the guy wasn't Cody's precious Joshy.
Cody picked up the knotted used condom from beside him and lobbed it across the flash bedroom into the waste paper basket. He had been so used to bareback sex that it had felt more clinical with a condom. He heard the guy humming as he showered.
Cody quickly began to dress, leaving his briefs on the guy's pillow. The guy was very good. So Cody had left him his underwear as a present. Just like he did in his wildchild party boy days in OVW and early WWE pre-Ted. The ravenette made the bed and searched for some paper.
He scrawled 'Thanks for a great time, maybe I'll hit you up again when I'm in the UK. Be back here in November. Keep my underwear, it's a present to remember me : P See you around, Kurt x'
Cowardly? Perhaps.
But this was the Grindr way, wasn';t it? No strings fucking. They both got their rocks off so what was the issue? The guy had his estate agent's job to get back to, and Cody had Raw tonight.
Now how to get back? 20 minutes on the Underground if he remembered correctly.
There were more than few satisfied men sat in Catering in the evening before Raw.
Curtis Axel was sat at a table, feet on a chair saved for Cody. His friend hadn't been answering his texts.
And when he'd asked Goldust, the veteran had told him to basically get stuffed.
So a quickie backstage with Ryback had happened.
So risky. Mmmmm.
Ryback was even better when there was the thrill of being caught. Shagging for England, he believed was the expression. Or so Wade Barrett had said when they'd emerged sated from the little office they'd stolen to fuck in. Almost caught in flagrante.
Little did he know that Barrett had gone into the office for a bunk up with Sheamus. But anyway.
A raven-haired figure perched into the seat, causing Curtis to quickly remove his feet.
At last!
"Where have you been?" asked the Minnesota native.
"Working out," Cody said.
Curtis had mopped up plenty of tears about Josh as well the past few days. He too thought that Cody had pushed Josh way too far with his Alpha Bitch ways. He'd seen Cody's cute, geek real self enough to know that it was all an act. But why? All Cody had done was piss people off and lose the love of his life.
"Really?" asked Curtis," Hang on...that's a hickey!"
"So?" spat Cody, "What's it to you?"
"OK you're not telling me something.."
"Fine," Cody said, "You really want to know. Say hello to DarkLink85, newest member of Grindr."
"You WHAT?!"
"I'm on Grindr now, deal with it," sassed Cody.
"But you hate that kinda shit!"
"Well I'm not gonna get him back am I? Doesn't mean I can't ever get laid again."
"Cody this isn't you."
"Why are you lecturing me?"
"I'm not."
"I happen to be very popular on there and I've only been on it a few hours," Cody said, opening it up, "Ooh 10 online...a few techies, Rod Zapata obviously, Eagleboy...oh hey there Swaggs...no Ambrose huh? Maybe he's deleted it."
"You are not going to hit Swaggs up," Curtis said incredulously.
"Why not?" demanded Cody, "He's hot, hung and an alpha top."
"He is a married dad with a kid," Curtis said.
"Didn't stop Mizzlekins getting her cunt filled with him repeatedly," Cody said, Curtis wincing at his gutter mouth.
"Cody, seriously, stop trying to make a point," Curtis sighed, "Are you determined to make a complete ass of yourself?"
"Everyone except you seems to hate me, I don't give a fuck anymore," Cody spat, "Two guys in one day, haven't done that in years."
"So who did you fuck?!" gasped Curtis.
"Didn't catch his name," Cody bragged, the sassy pout on his face, "All I know was, he was six foot, about seven inches hard, tight body with no fat, a big BMW and a nice penthouse apartment in...Canada Water or somewhere. Looked a little like Prince Devitt in the face, tongue game strong, fucking technique nine out of ten."
"So this is your answer? Finding random fucks in every town and country we're performing in?" Curtis snarked.
"Makes me feel better," Cody said, shrugging, idly snapping the waistband of his trunks. Curtis realised Cody wasn't wearing underwear and averted his eyes.
"Wait...you're commando..." he choked.
"Yup," Cody said, "Left him my Andrew Christians as a present for being a stud in bed."
"If he sells his story..." Curtis said, facepalming.
"Had no idea who I was," boasted Cody, "I told him my name was Kurt Smoller."
"You did WHAT? Oh for the love of..." Curtis sighed, still facepalming, "I mean REALLY? Your character in Warehouse 13?! Suppose you told him you're a personal trainer and all, huh?"
"Yup, well with a body like this, what else could I be?" Cody sassed, "He didn;t beleive I was a bottom at first until I twerked for him."
"Oh for God's sake..." Curtis said.
"Anyway bitch," Cody said, "I can see a handprint on your thigh..."
"Well Ryan and I needed to pass the time," Curtis shrugged, "Barrett almost caught us."
"Should have let him watch," Cody said, "Your hot bubble butt being abused by a lump of man like Ryback is hotter than porn. You'd be a hot twink if you didn;t have your cute beard."
Curtis couldn't deny that he enjoyed it when a looker like Cody complimented him, even if he thought his bestie's behaviour was reckless. He made up his mind to catch a word with Goldust, warn him that his brother was starting to act totally out of character. Cody on Grindr just didn't sound right.
However Curtis spotted Josh walk in, accompanied by Paige and Summer. Luckily Cody was browsing his phone.
Josh spotted Cody and turned away. Curtis noted Josh was in wrestling gear. Summer spotted Cody and shuffled across to shield Josh from view.
"Whatcha looking at?" Cody asked.
"Nothing," Curtis said.
"Liar."
"Nothing, honest."
Cody, however, turned in the direction and spotted Summer...and then the black and silver attire...Joshy...his Joshy...he thought Josh would be in Florida as they weren't recording preshows...he had no idea Josh had come to Europe...maybe he was working house shows and dark matches too...Cody felt the bottom drop from his stomach.
Curtis saw the colour drain from his best friend's face.
"Why...didn't you...tell...me...he was on the European tour...I thought he wouldn't be...needed?" Cody's voice was quivering.
"Was hoping he'd not be at Raw," lied Curtis.
Cody, still trembling, got to his feet.
He padded over to his now ex-bestie and ex-boyfriend.
Summer turned to look at him, having heard the sniffles and footfalls.
"What?" she said coldly.
"I...want to see Josh..." Cody murmured.
"Well he doesn't want to see you."
"Who made you his mouthpiece Big Bird?!" snarled Cody.
Summer's mouth went thin. She could take shots at her appearance. It didn't faze her that much.
"What's going on?" asked Paige, a glower on her pale, pretty face when she clocked Cody, "Oh. it's you."
"I want to talk to Josh." Cody's voice still quivered, unable to maintain the sassy front.
"Girls...leave it..." sighed the small man, fiddling with his taped wrist, "I can handle it..OK. You got five seconds...Cody."
Cody just shuddered. The coldness in Josh's eyes.
He looked at the floor, the guilt...the shame of becoming a Grindr slut...he had no business doing this.
"Well?" spat Josh.
"Iwannatalk."
"Sorry?"
"I want to talk. ALONE."
Josh huffed.
"I think you've said all you needed to say, don't you?"
"Please..."
Another huff.
"Fine! You got five minutes and that's your lot. I have a match to prepare for."
Cody followed the elder, smaller man like a lost puppy down the corridor until they found the side room. The same one Curtis and Ryback had screwed in. And the same one that inside...
.."Oh yeah..." grunted the six foot plus Englishman. On all fours.
"Twice in one day?" panted his partner, a huge flame haired Irishman currently balls-deep inside the masculine Brit.
"You know it," growled Wade, "Hurry up for fucks sake before someone catches us!"
"Shh!" SHeamus said, freezing suddenly and dropping his voice to a raspy whisper, "Someone's outside."
"Again? This keeps happening!" Wade complained in frustration.
Sheamus pulled out.
"Damnit!" huffed Wade.
"We can't keep shagging at work!" Sheamus said, hastily pulling his trunks back on, "All the time in the hotel we had but someone wanted to watch Sky Sports!"
"Well I had to see the results!" Wade said.
"Man City won, all you need to know!" Sheamus teased.
"Champions League final this weekend!" Wade said, reluctantly pulling his own trunks back up around his waist.
The door opened.
"Oh...sorry..." Josh said.
"Just...stretching..." Wade lied.
"Yeah stretching," put in Sheamus.
"I'm gonna go grab a sarnie," Wade said.
"Drink," choked Sheamus.
"Cool. Mind how you go!" Wade said, blundering out, totally ignoring his JBL and Cole SHow co-star Cody and scuttling off in the opposite direction.
"You too mate!" Sheamus said, a huge airy smile on his flushed face as he tripped over a table in his bid to leave the small side room.
Josh's lip curled. Two six foot plus brutes of men acting like boys with their hands caught in the biscuit tin. The room REEKED of man sweat and sex. But anyway. Josh turned to Cody, arms folded.
"Well?" he spat again, "Spit it out."
"Joshy...please...why...we never talked...you just took the easy way out!"
"The way you conduct yourself around WWE these days, what makes you think you deserve a gentle let down?!"
"You owed me a face-to-face explanation!" Cody hit back, stung, "I shouldn't have to stand there and hear it from some upstart child of a Diva!"
"You take one more shot at Paige and I'll kneecap you," Josh snarled.
"You couldn't take me in a fight!" scoffed Cody.
"You, you, you, it's all orbit-the-planet you, 24/7!" Josh sighed, "You hate everyone who isn't Curtis Axel or the other select few you deem worthy. You spent 90 per cent of time acting like some ninety pound teenage twink bitch!"
"Yes well, I've still got youth," sassed Cody, "Which is more than can be said for you old man."
He looked Josh up and down snootily.
Josh just scoffed, refusing to bite.
"As usual, shots fired at my appearance...I mean, really, calling Summer 'Big Bird'? How old are you? She's heard worse from kids half your age."
"Why don't you retire?" Cody went on, "Not like you'll ever be remembered as anything more than a generic, replaceable announcer."
"OK, five minutes are up," Josh said, "Don't come near me again Cody. And don't send your brother as messenger either. Oh by the way, DarkLink85, enjoy your hookups. I'm sure Brandi feels even better knowing what she's married to."
Cody's stomach did a backflip. Josh knew. His face went scarlet.
"You forgot I still have Grindr," Josh said, "May not use it, but I check it occasionally. That just proves what a fake-ass hypocrite you really are."
"You...still...had it?" stammered Cody.
"That's got you worried!" Josh said, a strange glee sparkling in his eyes, "It was OK for you to come onto Ziggler behind my back but any hint of someone giving ME attention...here's the thing Cody. You're not as good in bed as you think you are. You might be hung but you're a clueless top. I was so frustrated the first time you tapped me that anything could have got me squirting. Don't try kidding yourself my five foot nine shrimp ass is the best fuck you've ever had either."
"So...is...this...it?" Cody spluttered, white in the face.
"I don't want anything more to do with you Cody," Josh said, voice icy cold and calm as he stood right in Cody's space, "And you know something? I really don't feel sad about it. You showed your true colors. And I'd like my ring back."
Cody, tears pouring down his face, pulled from his ring finger, Josh's metal thumb ring and threw it at the small man's feet.
Josh picked it up, wiped it down on his black and silver shorts before placing it back on his thumb.
He didn't even look at Cody as he turned on his heel and left the side room.
Cody sank to the floor.
He hugged his knees to his chest like a sad little boy and started to cry bitterly.
Outside the door, Josh took a deep breath and exhaled hard, swallowing the lump in his throat. Even he was shocked by his own coldness to Cody. Of course he was sad about it. Seven years almost. But it was time to shut that door for good. Move on. He didn't know how much time he had left here.
It was time to tape Superstars just before Raw went on air.
Goldust was searching the O2 for his little brother. They were due to have a match and he couldn't find him anywhere. Jesus...
Had ANYONE seen him?
Every bathroom in this god-damn place was empty.
Oh please don't let him have done a runner.
Not in freaking London.
No good asking coworkers, cos Cody seemed to have pissed off a good eighty per cent of them.
Goldust was ready to admit defeat and confess to Hunter that his little brother had gone AWOL. He perched next to a wires box to take a moment. He dialled COdy's phone.
It was ringing.
Hang on.
He could faintly hear 'Golden Smoke' coming from enarby. Either at last, his brother was found, or his brother's phone was hidden somewhere. It sounded like it was coming from that door.
The suited veteran slowly pulled the handle and softly opened the door.
Yes.
It was in here.
This little sweaty room with the lights off.
Where were those god-damn lights?
Ah.
"Cody? Where the HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! OUR MATCH IS IN TEN MINUTES?!"
Cody looked up, his pretty face tear streaked and desperately sad.
Even Dustin could never stay mad when he saw the kicked-puppy expression. Those baby blues were crying out for help. Cody might be a sassy independent 28 year old most days but right now, all Dustin could see, even with the ring attire and jacket, was a scared, upset little boy.
"Sorry..." mumbled Cody, sniffling.
"Hey...hey...what's the matter?" Dustin asked.
A wretched sob.
Cody stood up, covering his face and shuffling towards his big brother.
Wordlessly, the gold and black painted man hugged the shaking ravenette close, hating the scratchy sobs into his shoulder...he'd so rarely seen his little brother cry.
"Hey...hey...ssh ssssh..."
Cody might be six foot. He might be 215 pounds. But he'd been well and truly heartbroken. Kicked when he was down. OK he'd already fucked a stranger. But still..he just wanted some love.
Dustin's heart pained for his brother when he distinctly heard an anguished "Joshyy...", muffled by his thick chest and arms.
Raw had wrapped for the night. Many of the roster were planning on a night out in London as they were also recording Main Event and Smackdown tomorrow in the capital. Not John Cena though.
He was carrying his AND Zack's bags back to the tour bus.
Zack was mad.
Again.
Zack hadn't been given a moment on Raw. Well if you counted that ridiculous bunny costume as one of Adam Rose's party crew. OK he also was in a skit with Dolph for the JBL and Cole show filmed earlier tonight. But that was NOT enough, damnit. John should have fixed it. DAMNIT!
Zack threw himself on the bed.
John sighed.
So much for one night of blowing off steam. Far from it. Zack had turned on the waterworks the morning after that night last week. So John had given in. At a pretty hefty personal cost.
"WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING FOR ME JOHN?!" suddenly roared Zack, startling John.
"Huh?"
"A FUCKING BUNNY COSTUME FOR THAT DICKHEAD ROSE?!"
"You got on TV didn't you! I'm not on the creative team, Zack. I might be quote unquote top guy but I don't have THAT much pull. Just over my stuff."
"Not good enough John. You told me the morning after we made love that you'd do anything to make me happy. You said I made you ten times happier than that skank Randy ever did! WELL WHY HAVENT YOU FOLLOWED YOUR PROMISE? YOU PROMISED, JOHN!"
John tried to ignore it. He went to his cocktail cabinet and got out the three-quarters-drunk bottle of whisky...sod it. He gulped it down, hacking. He'd already taken to drinking on the road. Subtly, just when things got too much. Mainly vodka to avoid the smell on his breath.
"You said I was your superhero John!" Zack went on, "Make it up to me!"
"How? Look all I can do is ask!" John said.
"Not...good...enough...you're full of shit John Cena. All those who shoot on you are right. Selfish prick. MAKE IT UP TO ME DAMNIT!"
Zack didn't even make sense.
But John guessed what he had to do.
He reluctantly removed his tee, khakis and trainers and lay on the bed next to Zack who pounced, kissing him feverishly, whining against his lips. John knew he had to undress Zack. Every night these past seven days, Zack had begged for sex. So John had to give it to him. And it had become a ritual. John had to do everything. Undress Zack. Prep him. Kiss him.
The hulk removed Zack's black top and began to undo the designer jeans, pulling them down, making light work of getting Zack naked. Zack was hard and leaking precum already and they'd barely made any foreplay. But Zack just wanted John inside him. John reached for the lubricant and obediently began to coat his fingers and prep Zack.
"OH JOHN!"
He was extra loud these days.
Those smooth, toned legs raised.
John removed his own boxers and began to coat his length.
He shuffled forward.
Why.
Why was he in this predicament?
This wasn't a relationship.
Wasn't even a fling.
What could Zack really do to him? The kid was an undercarder. A laughing stock amongst coworkers and fans alike. John had seen the tumblr jokes. But never mind. Any hole's a goal. Better than his hand now Randy was dancing around Dave Batista's cock - around the clock by all accounts - night and day. John still missed Randy and all his idiosyncrasies terribly though. Was he really better off right now?
He moved forward some more and entered the tight heat.
"OH JOHN!"
Seriously he was like a bad porn actor.
Zack wasn't faking it. Oh yes! Every time felt out of this world! He was going to vocalise the pleasure he felt. He worshipped John. he was only angry because he felt let down. He loved John too much to ever leave him. Zack wished he could get pregnant...but that was another story.
"Johnny...oh John...I love you...superman..."
His arms locked around the elder man's neck as pleasure coursed through his body, his spot being touched perfectly. Oh John. You were the best. Always the best.
"Superhero," grunted John.
"SuperWHAT!" snarled Zack, not happy with John's tone.
He clenched his hole tight.
"Oww.."
"Super...WHAT John?" he hissed.
"My dearest superhero," John said, hating his life right now.
"When I ask you to call me that...I want you to MEAN it John," moaned Zack, "Kiss me."
John pecked him as he began to thrust his powerful thighs against Zack's slimmer, smoother ones.
"Properly John."
John began to kiss him passionately, in his mind it was Randy.
Luckily Zack was happy with this, moaning against John's lips.
"Ohh! Oh John! Oh yes!"
He threw his head back, his face etched with ecstasy.
"More! MORE!"
John began to move a bit faster.
Maybe it was adrenaline from Raw.
Maybe it was nerves.
Maybe he was just blue-balled.
But either way the hulk wasn't gonna last.
Zack's cries rang in his ears the more they went at it, the younger man thrashing beneath him, occasionally begging for more kisses and hugs before throwing his head and arms back once more to throughly enjoy the assault on his hole and prostate. Those thighs. Such strength. Oh John. You were the best in bed. Knew how to please a boy. Zack held his legs wide open to allow John to thorughly go to town.
"OHH! OH JOHN! YES! POUND MY PUSSY!"
John cringed internally. Really? Was he acting in a $4.95 porno?
"OH JOHN! I'M CLOSE!"
Oh fuck so was John.
Seriously, though. Why so verbal? Randy was loud but not verbal. Not bad-porn-flick verbal anyway.
John couldn;t hold it any longer at thoughts of Randy being his hot mess self and roared like a bear as he exploded inside Zack, Zack working his body and mewling needily, enjoying the feeling of becoming one...he was about to blow his own load...
John pulled out.
"WHAT?!"
Oh shit.
Zack sounded enraged.
Zack had literally been about to come. And John had just pulled out of him?!
John realised he'd screwed up.
He kneeled back between Zack's legs. But he was losing his hardness now he'd climaxed.
Zack sat bolt upright, closing his legs. He was scarlet and his chest was heaving in and out. His eyes narrowed.
"Sorry...got carried away." John said, "Lay back, let me finish ya off."
"Dick."
"I'm sorry Zack, been a long day."
"Whatever."
Zack's voice was unusually calm.
Sinisterly calm.
"I'm getting a drink," Zack muttered.
He padded to the kitchenette, his naked ass winking in the dim lights of the bus. John heard the cutlery drawer go. But not the tap.
Zack walked back in, a sharp knife in his hand.
John went white as a sheet.
What?
No.
No.
THis was a nightmare.
A dream.
This couldn't be real.
"What are you doing with that?" he choked.
He was John fucking Cena.
And he was trapped on his own tour bus. In the heart of London, England.
"Oh nothing," Zack said, idly playing with the knife and sitting back down right next to John.
"Put it down," John gulped.
"Why are you scared of me John?" asked Zack, shuffling closer...the cold steel blade dangerously near John's thigh, "I love you."
"L-love you too," lied John.
Zack moved a touch closer.
"You must never be scared of your dearest superhero John," Zack said, holding the knife scarily close to John's flaccid cock and balls, pushing it softly against the cut inside the older man;s thigh, "But just remember. I drew blood once already on this tour when I thought you were rushing me. You ever do that again...be such a shame if your crowning glory just gets cut off...wouldn't it John?"
Gulp.
"Yes Matthew," John said.
"Good boy Johnny," Zack said, an evil smile lighting his face up, still holding the knife against John's inside leg, "You better keep all your promises to me. Because you know how...unstable I can be after liquor...my hand may just SLIP..."
He shook violently but still kept the blade still.
"I promise," gulped John, never more scared in his life, "I'll always make sure you cum in sex."
"You are not to stop until I climax, is that understood John?" Zack went on, coolly, "You rushed me through the Tower Of London today when I wanted to take photographs. You didn't cuddle me on the London Eye. And you didn't offer to return my fillet steak in Harrods when I asked for rare and it came well done. I am disappointed in you John. Tomorrow we're going shopping. You're buying your superhero some new clothes. Some beautiful boutiques in London."
"Media stuff," gulped John.
"You have none, I have checked your organiser," Zack said, "And I am allowed to buy anything I want. If you question it, well, be a shame if I was to mess up that handsome face, wouldn't it?"
John was too stunned to speak.
Finally, thankfully...Zack removed the cold steel blade from John's thigh. Once was enough. John really thought this time he was going to be maimed. The nick to his thigh was bad enough. He had no choice. Obey Zack's every whim. He was in too deep now. No escape.
He sighed with relief as Zack made the bed,.
John saw him place the knife in his sports bag.
Oh fuck.
He really had no choice.
He climbed into bed.
Zack climbed in next to him.
Zack cleared his throat.
John ignored him, trying his best to relax.
"Ahem."
John remained still.
"Ahem! Spoon."
John began to breathe loud, pretending to be asleep.
"I know you're pretending John. Just remember. Chop. Chop."
John sighed again and wriggled around, spooning the younger man. Zack mewled with happiness.
"I love you John."
"Love you too."
"Night night. Sleep tight."
The light went out.
Zack's contented breaths of sleep soon began to sound as the younger man sank into visions of being John's boy for the rest of his days...growing old together...adopting children...
John was petrified. He was a jacked, strong, pro wrestler and he was shitting himself in his own bed. This shouldn't be happening.
"Randy..." he mouthed, "Help me."
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Ohhhh heck!
How is John EVER going to get out of this one? Talk about being trapped in a hell of your own making.
Jody RIP. I think it is for good this time. Cody's on Grindr now. Lucky bastard who got to nail him in London, huh?
I realise my guest stars of Samdrian will not be to everyone's taste at all, particularly after being indulged by a double dose of Shade the last two chapters! As you can see, the two big guys are still very much at it, just took a backseat this time. Dean and Seth seem to be A-OK again now Seth's been a gent to him.
Next time...Mizzy is BACK on the road. I have missed him (writing him, not watching him on TV I hasten to add!). No doubt more Ambrollins, Shade...Zena...Randtista..the usual players.
It may not be what everyone was expecting but I hope you like it all the same! Can't wait to hear your thoughts! xx