Chapter 13
Unlucky for some. Thanks for the reviews!
Well. Payback and Raw have provided so much fuel! Batista's gone (YAAASS!), Brotherhood split (NOOO :'() and of course, Sethie turned heel on us. Expect Ambrollins here!
We're going to open at NXT Takeover to meet with Samdrian before heading to Chicago for Payback shenanigans.
I get the feeling if Shade don't appear there'll be riots! ; )
The atmosphere in Full Sail University was crackling with excitement and anticipation. The second pay per view for developmental was underway.
In the Uni cafeteria which had been set up as 'Catering' for the developmental superstars and Divas, a small group of people was sat.
The Divas Champion Paige, a visiting Summer Rae, NXT Champion Adrian Neville, his other half Sami Zayn, and Josh Mathews were all discussing the show over bowls of fruit salad.
"Hope we don't end up on Total Divas," Adrian was saying.
"What makes you think they'd feature your ugly mug?" teased Paige.
"Well...seeing as I'm defending against Kidd and Nattie is taking on Charlotte..." Adrian said, "They're bound to come waving the cameras. Plus, don't forget about your girlfriend being a sodding cast member."
Summer rolled her eyes.
"Doesn't mean I'll get to do anything," she remarked.
"Probably get you to throw some shade at Nattie," Josh put in.
"I don't know why they make out she's the big bitch when Natalya is a bigger bitch on the show," Sami said.
"You should be on Total Divas," Paige teased, "I can already see you on it, bitching about Adrian leaving his underpants everywhere."
Adrian went scarlet.
"Oh you would have to go there you dirty cow," he complained.
"Only fun I get," she replied with a naughty smile, tossing back her long black hair.
Eden walked by their table at that point and shot Josh a smile. Which looked suspiciously more like a gloat than a smile.
Josh returned a sarcastic one before stabbing a mango cube hard.
"Ignore her," Paige whispered, "Let her gloat. You're better off out of that mess."
"She's right pal," Adrian put in, "Leave it in the past."
"Is that how you'd write me off Ben?" snapped Sami.
"Sami..." sighed Paige.
"Well...would you?" Sami challenged.
"No, of course not!" spluttered Adrian.
Sami huffed and resumed eating. Adrian attempted to put an arm around him and the redhead shuffled his chair across. Oh just great. How could Sami have POSSIBLY taken offence to that? Adrian was stumped. Sometimes he could be way too sensitive.
"You're a little sensitive," Summer said.
"Well...I just don't see how you just think you can 'write someone off' after seven years!" Sami said.
"But it wasn't even about you!" Adrian replied, "It's about him!"
"Stop being a total Diva," Paige said, "Shaddap and eat your food."
Sami huffed and huffed before resigning himself to the fact that he was just being super touchy, putting it down to nerves and carrying on eating.
"Sorry Ben," he mumbled.
Adrian just rubbed his back.
"Uh oh," the Geordie said, pointing to the doorway, where Eden was greeting a ravenette in a grey suit.
"Looks like she's dragged hubby dearest along," Summer snarked, "And now we get to hear about his dick size for the umpteenth time."
"We heard about it anyway didn't we," snarked Adrian.
Josh glowered at him.
"Ben!" scolded Sami, "Tactless."
He shook his head disapprovingly.
"It's cool," Josh said, eyes narrowed at Cody and Eden, "As long as they stay away from this table. Oh. Fuck this shit. I'm going to warm up."
He was on the preshow card facing, of all people, Tye Dillinger AKA SHawn Spears, AKA his now-ex-bestie/boyfriend's old friend. This was bad enough. He should have known Cody would show up.
"Running away never solves anything," Sami said, "Let's change the subject. Guess who Whorey Corey's latest target is?"
"Conor O' Brien?" Paige said, "Haven't had time be updated on the gossip."
"Nope...Marcus Louis," Sami said, "Ugh it's gross. In the locker room...he went up to Marcus and was like 'oh I wouldn't mind tasting your French stick'...I mean REALLY?"
The two girls howled with laughter.
"What?!" choked Paige, "Is that even a real chat up line?"
"It's Corey," Adrian said, "Guy doesn't do chat up lines. He just goes and drops his trousers."
"Oh he did that too," Sami grinned, "Literally stood up, and his pants fell down and he did the whole 'oops my clothes have fallen' shit."
"Suppose when you're off TV you have to pass the time somehow," Adrian scoffed, "Oh and he tried it on with me..."
"WHAT?!" shrieked Sami. The entire cafeteria went silent. Several people turned to look at him.
"I was in the loo," Adrian said, keeping his voice down, "And he comes swanning in and goes 'I wouldn't bother doing that up just yet'."
"Yuck," Paige said, "You need protection whilst the girlfriend is working the dark matches."
Sami was red in the face. His knuckles were white and all the muscles in his arms were tensed. He was breathing heavily through his nose.
He leapt to his feet.
"Don't..." Adrian said.
But Sami had left the table. He was on a mission. To break Corey Graves' face. How fucking DARE the developmental bicycle make the moves on HIS man?!
"Go after him!" Paige hissed.
"Why me?" Adrian said.
"Because he's your boyfriend. Now shoo!" she snapped.
Adrian huffed and took off after Sami.
But Sami had disappeared.
He was pounding the corridors.
"Hey man, where you headed?" asked his opponent for the evening, Tyler Breeze as the shirtless, tight-clad whirlwind shot by.
"TO PUNCH GRAVES' LIGHTS OUT!" yelled Sami.
"Oh...you found out..." Tyler said, "Was hoping it wouldn't have gotten back to you.."
The handsome blonde pushed a stray hair behind his ear.
Sami stopped dead.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" he screamed.
"Calm down man, Adrian told him where to get off," Tyler said, "Plus...there was me and Aiden around so he knew he was beat. He just got pissed and chewed out Alexa before storming off. Cool it, dude. Not worth it."
"What did he say to Alexa?" snarled Sami. Alexa Bliss was one of his closer friends down in NXT.
"Called her Kelly Kelly with a bad dye job," Tyler said.
"All the more reason to break his fucking face!" raged Sami and he shot back in the direction he was headed. He found the locker room and slapped the door open with the palm of his hand before hurtling inside. There was his nemesis. Corey Graves looking as cocky as ever, idly browsing his phone.
Sami rushed over.
"That's a cool case," he panted, "Can I see it."
Corey smirked at him and handed him the phone. Currently on the screen was an X-rated conversation with Mojo Rawley. Ick. Sami took the phone and lobbed it across the room.
"HEY!" roared Corey, "That was my fucking phone you asshole!"
Sami then slapped him HARD around the face. A bitch slap that would have even rendered Cody speechless and would have had Stephanie McMahon holding up a card with a perfect ten on it. The blow knocked Corey off the wooden bench and sent him careering to the floor.
"That's just for starters you disgusting...slutty...bitch..." snarled Sami, leaning down and hauling Corey up by his jacket lapels, thrusting him against the wall, "Know why you can't get a real date,. huh? Cos nobody would touch your syphilitic ass with a ten foot pole!"
Corey sneered, defiant to the hilt as ever.
"Oh diddums, is this about the time your rat faced boyfriend turned me down?" he drawled, "Or does the truth about little Lexi hurt?"
"You little fucking..."
"You don't scare me Sabei, you know that," sneered Corey, "So kindly take your overrated hands off me."
"When were you last on TV, huh?" Sami raged, "Oh that's right, because the only reason you, like our oh so fair ring announcer this evening, suck off the booking staff to keep your job!"
"Please," Corey said, "I don't need to kneel down to get a push."
"Oh wait, you open your legs instead," Sami spat, "You make me sick! What gives you the fucking right to go after Ben?! You don't even like him!"
"Cos I can bitch," Corey smirked, "No man would turn me down. And he's got a nice body. And a big dick. I've watched him shower before. Don't look at the fireplace when stoking the fire do you?"
"And what's that supposed to mean?!"
"I don't have to look at his hideous face if he's fucking me doggie," Corey said, "Bitch, accept it. You're too high maintenance for him. He wants a real man."
"You? A real man? A few slutty tattoos and a pornstar haircut? Yeah fucking right!"
"He didn't exactly resist me," Corey sneered, "I saw him bulge when I felt him up...whoops. me and my big mouth, huh?"
Sami released him, looking crushed.
Corey had a smug smile of triumph on his face.
"Stay pressed El Generico," he gloated, "Your man wants a piece of me and you can't stop it. Build a bridge and get over it. Still...I hear Cesaro's watching the show. Could always get a pity fuck from him."
"You...you fucking dare..."
"Aww diddums. Don't want Adrian finding out about your little one night stand with the King Of Swing before you got with him? Awww."
"That...was ancient history...and at least I don't cheat! No wonder your ex left you. Bet he couldn't wait to get away from your diseased, slutty ass. You're like a fucking 7/11. Open 24 hours a day! I hope White is pounding Grey twice a day!"
"Losers and irrelevants deserve one another, I'm still here while their sorry asses got pink slipped," Corey said, "I'm over it bitch. Oh HEY ADRIAN! LOOKING FLY!"
Adrian just shot him an incredulous look. He'd guessed there'd be handbags at dawn in the locker room. He padded over to Sami.
"BEN!"
Sami clung to Adrian, shaking, burying his bearded face in the Geordie's sizeable chest.
"Ew, get it away so I can perv," Corey said shamelessly, sauntering over, dusting off his jacket and getting right in Adrian's space, "Good luck against Fattie's husband tonight...Ben..."
He pecked Adrian's cheek and went to grab his family jewels. Adrian pushed him away with his free arm, looking revolted. Corey just laughed and swaggered towards the far side to retrieve his phone before finally leaving the room.
Adrian held Sami close.
"Hey...hey...calm down," he said, feeling awkward (as Sami was a little taller than him).
"Ben...he's...I hate him..."
"You could take his arse in a fight easy," Adrian said dismissively, "Don't let him get to you. He does stuff to get a reaction."
Adrian had heard the snippet about Cesaro. He'd felt a major stab of jealousy but at the same time, it hadn't surprised him. He'd guessed Sami and Cesaro had had history. Why else did Sami get so angry when Adrian threw shade at him back in London? Maybe that was genuine and not a staged dramatics to seduce him after all.
"Baby...I heard...it's OK...I did suspect...but it was before you and I started going out...why couldn't you tell me?"
Sami shook and sniffled.
"You'd hate me, and every time you see him you'd feel like I'm really thinking about him," he murmured, "Ben...I love you...it just...happened with me and Cesaro. I don't want him. I want you."
"He's a better looking lad than me," conceded Adrian, "Look...what's done is done. Doesn't mean i got to like it. Just gotta deal with it, right?"
Sami nodded sadly.
"Sorry for being such an over sensitive, tetchy bitch," he mumbled, wiping his eyes.
"It's cool," Adrian replied.
"Let me make it up to you," Sami said, pecking Adrian's lips.
"Baby...Rami...show...maybe after.."
Sami sank to his knees, pulling Adrian's trunks down, pecking the Englishman's ripped abs, worshipping that body. Cesaro was a good fuck for one night. That was it. Sami had regretted it the next day. Adrian's sheer talent, laidback nature, manliness and that body were what drew Sami to the Brit. And he'd loved teaching Adrian the ways and means of dating a man. Sami knew he could be high-maintenance. But he just liked affection.
He began to stroke his partner's length, his eyes glinting a little, his cute face now lifting with a naughty grin.
"Need to let some prematch tension out?" he purred.
"Not in here!" hissed Adrian, enjoying the contact all the same.
"Come on big guy...let it go...title defence...live show..." purred Sami seductively, jerking the Brit off.
"Rami...stop...oh God...stop! What if they catch us?"
Sami just grinned. He stopped jerking and then pretended to stumble...lowering his tights down his bare, cute, white bubble butt. No underwear? Oh he was a minx.
"Whoops...oh Ben will you look at that, my tights just slipped," he mewed, putting his thumb in his mouth and shooting mischievous come-to-bed-eyes over his shoulder, still with the naughtiest smirk going on.
"We're not doing it in the locker room!" Adrian hissed, going bright red.
"Been a naughty boy Ben, you need to spank me," Sami went on, "Go on. Don't be shy."
Adrian re-adjusted his trunks.
"Come on Ben, I'm waiting, spank me."
"Anyone could..."
"So? They can see I've been a bad boy," grinned Sami, "Loosen up."
Adrian spanked Sami gawkily.
Sami moaned a little.
"You're a strong man Ben, you can do better than that," he mewed, lowering his flag-printed black and red tights some more, "I never finished my fruit salad. Whoops."
He turned around, his ass still on show and casually padded towards the door.
Adrian was scarlet and took off after him.
"Cover yourself up Rami!" he hissed.
"Why? Who can see?" grinned Sami, enjoying how flustered his partner was getting.
"Anyone? Triple H?!"
"So? Maybe the boss can spank me."
"RAMI!"
"I'm so naughty," giggled Sami, pausing and leaning against the wall, ass right out, "Six of the best Ben. Teach me a lesson."
Adrian sighed. it was either risk being caught in this corridor where nobody was about. Or have Sami make an exhibition of himself somewhere more public. He plumped for the lesser of two evils; he raised his hand and brought it down hard on the soft, smooth ivory skin.
Six times he slapped Sami's perfect ass. And every time Sami moaned louder. He liked being spanked. A lot.
"Oh Ben," he whined, "Take me."
"HERE?!" gasped Adrian.
"Please..."
The cheeky redheaded high flyer was pulling his tights down to his ankles, his cock rock hard and leaking. He loosened one of his black and white boots and pulled one foot out so he was naked virtually, his ring gear bunching around his right ankle.
He leaned against the wall, his legs wide open, before throwing his arms around Adrian's neck and kissing him.
"I love you," he mewled.
"Love you too," Adrian replied, kissing his naughty man. He was turned on and terrified of being caught in equal measure. Sami could be such a minx. He remembered that photo that got leaked of a few of the NXT wrestlers and featured Sami in just some unusually dull and baggy grey boxer shorts and nothing else. Sami had spent that entire day in just those. This was before they'd gotten together but Sami had been doing it to get Adrian's attention.
The Brit lowered his trunks and Sami immediately sank back to his knees and began to suck him off in earnest, basically lubing him up.
Before Adrian could get lost in the pleasure of the amazing head Sami could give, the redhead paused and re-assumed his positon against the wall.
"Come on Ben, I prepped you," he purred.
Adrian lifted Sami up a little, the redhead wriggled and rubbing his ass against Adrian, his legs tightly wrapped around him, the woodchipped wall feeling cool and rough against his back. Mmm. Adrian thrusted forward and missed.
"S'OK," panted Sami, reaching under Adrian, stroking the Brit's hardon and raising his legs, using his core strength to support himself, "Try again sweetie."
Adrian slowly did so and gasped as the tight heat began to surround him, Sami using his flexibility to help make this illicit coupling happen. The nylon tights, bunched around Sami's right ankle, felt strangely nice against his skin.
"OH BEN...you stud...yes...oh yes," he whimpered, now locking his legs around his partner. This was so hot. Against the wall. Pre-pay-per-view. Ass naked. At work. With his man. It hurt due to dryness but who cared? And his spot was being hit so right in this position. Made it worth it. He devoured Adrian's lips as the Brit feverishly continued to fuck him, trying to climax before anyone saw them. Sami whined and moaned as the sizzles shot up his lower back, his prostate being stabbed so gloriously dead centre...Adrian was so damn good in bed...he must have had girls back home begging him for more...you wouldn't know Sami was his first male sex partner...six months they were approaching and the fire hadn't gone out.
Chicago, Illinois.
It was time for Payback.
John Cena was in Catering. He was sat alone and was grateful for that. He really couldn't hack any more of Zack. Too much. While the erratic behaviour was thankfully kept to a minimum of late, the constant demands for sex were not. John felt like an escort doing it for free. It was a workout, basically. Maybe it was his advancing years, but the Cenation leader was now wondering why so many guys humped and dumped women (and men) on the ring rat circuit at all. You may as well use your own hand. Nothing felt like the times he shared with Randy.
The table shuddered.
Wait.
John looked up curiously.
Dave Batista. Wearing ridiculous bright blue sleeves, trunks, kickpads and shoes. John snorted.
"Oh yeah, laugh why don't you Cena," snarled the Animal.
"Oh dear Big Dave, is that meant to be stylish or edgy?" sniggered John.
"Go back to kissing babies and hugging fat girls!" spat Dave, "Just remember who banged your loving girlfriend."
John couldn't take anything this stupid sellout said seriously in that get-up. Even jibes at the demise of his relationship with Randy. And really? The fat girls insult? That was barely funny in 2010.
"Yeah, wasn't he lucky," he snarked.
"Dunno what you see in Orton," Dave remarked, "Worst lay in the world."
"Funny, that's what he said about you," retorted John, "And I don't think Cody rated your techniques highly either. You may as well go back to Hollywood. Nobody apart from Hunter likes you."
He could see Randy at the table of food, trying to look inconspicuous but most definitely listening in. He'd told Randy where to get off last week outside his bus. Male ego had got the better of him, not wanting to appear like he missed the temperamental Viper and all his idiosyncrasies terribly. But he did. And he'd heard what Randy had said to Zack though he acted like he hadn't. Randy was trying to get back into John's life. All this silly pantomime could have been avoided if he;d just grown a set and got tough on Zack sooner. And told Randy he appreciated him more.
Dave just snarled at him, realising that bandying words with that smug prick Cena was futile and decided to just go see Hunter. He was so fucking done with this company. OK he'd won the Royal RUmble. But no title shot. No title run. Stuck jobbing to those stupid Shield kids and taking flak from dipshit fans every night. He'll phone in the match tonight and then quit on Raw. Fuck you Hunter. Corporate sellout and balls in his wife's purse. Pathetic.
Randy saw Dave leave and was itching to go see John. He wasn't going to be beaten. No matter how hard Ryder tried.
He'd been stupid and he'd paid his debt.
Please John.
Take him back.
John saw Randy pad over like a scolded child approaching an angry parent. It was cute. Humble Randy was the cutest. Because nobody expected it of him. And...John had an idea. Be a dirty shit and 'have an affair' maybe.
SHeamus could see this from across the room. He had half a mind to do the Vicar of Dibley. Actually. Why not. It'll be a laugh and break the ice before the pay-per-view.
"Oh for heaven's sake JUST KISS YOU MORONS!" he roared, making several people freeze in alarm.
John glowered at him.
"What the hell man?!" he demanded.
Sheamus just grinned and shrugged.
"I didn't say anything," he said.
"Really?" John said, seemingly hulking up and getting into the meddling Irishman's space.
"Really," replied Sheamus.
"In future, I thank you to stop shit stirring at work," snapped John, "I told you stuff in confidence, man."
"Oh come on mate," Sheamus said, "He's been making the googoo eyes at you for the past half an hour. Man up. You don't need a silly little boy in your life. You need a fella. Your fella."
"You are a class A1 cheeseball," John sighed.
"Go and fucking kiss him."
"Are you..?"
"Move yer arse."
Sheamus gave the hulk a huge shove, knocking John off his feet. The bright green-shirted man stumbled clumsily and collided with a mass of muscles that knocked his baseball cap off.
"Hi," Randy rumbled.
"Oh. Hi."
John picked his hat up and shoved it lopsidely back on his head.
Randy removed it and placed it on his own head. Eerily reminiscent of their previous reconciliation.
"Give me that back, Orton."
"Why? I look better in it."
"Do you want your pretty boy legs broken?"
"You haven't got the balls Cena."
"Oh really? I can still hurt you and you know it."
Sheamus shook his head. Stubborn arseholes to the bitter end. He had sworn to himself not to meddle. But sod it. This was fun. Eastenders had nothing on the dramas of backstage and road life in WWE. They should make a reality show out of it. Be more entertaining than Total Divas anyway.
"OW!" Sheamus was startled by a large slap to his ass.
He turned to see a smirking Wade.
"Watch it," he snapped.
"Tetchy," the Brit grinned, "Whatcha doin?"
"Forcing those two dickheads to talk," Sheamus said, indicating John and Randy.
"Who are you, Dot bloody Cotton?" teased Wade.
"Carry on and I'm not using lubricant."
"Think that's a threat?"
"You'll say different when you're sitting on an ice pack at Raw. Now bugger off before I spank you in front of everyone!"
"I'm not Sami Zayn," smirked Wade.
Gossip about the ginger ninja's fetish for discipline had spread thick and fast the past 12 hours. Paige had such a mouth on her. Well it amused her and it was never malicious. And Sami didn't care. Not one bit.
Sheamus roughly pecked Wade's bearded cheek before turning to the show in front of him.
"I know you can hurt me...Johnny," Randy had that naughty smile going on. The one which usually spelled bad news for John in happier times. How could John even...this had all been SUCH a waste of time. And John didn't have to be beaten into submission by that ridiculous goof Zack. That's all John saw him as now. A goof. An idiot. A stupid child. Nothing about him was remotely attractive anymore. Well it never had been. John had been down and out. Zack was just there. It had seemed easier.
But John also had a sneaking suspicion about Randy. How did he know Randy was not just being shady yet again? After all the drama of the past few months...how could he just walk back in like nothing had happened? Randy had cheated on him twice. Nothing could sugar coat that. It was a tough pill to swallow. But maybe John hadn't been treating him right? He knew RKO was a handful. And John knew why Randy had been disenchanted. He wasn't stupid.
Funny how his story on Total Divas mirrored reality with Randy.
He knew Randy wanted to be his husband.
And he wanted Randy as his husband.
But with their careers and fan bases...it just could not be done.
Unless...
John's head was swimming.
Baby steps Cena.
Let him apologise to you first would be a start. He was the one in the wrong here. Not John. It was hard to forgive the Bryan and Batista mess. But he was prepared to give Randy one last chance. If Randy blew it this time. That was it. He needed to know if Randy really did want to be with him for life. Or if it was just typical Orton manipulation to get his own way. Randy could be a conniving little shit sometimes. Usually to get John to have sex with him in inappropiate places and at inappropiate times though. So maybe.
Life was for living. Not for what-ifing.
Randy was human and he had flaws.
John wasn't the perfect kid's hero he was portrayed as on TV.
Fuck it.
He gave Sheamus the finger.
Sheamus just smirked and pointed to Randy, making a teasing kiss-kiss motion with his lips.
John mouthed 'I'll kick your fucking punk ass for this' at him.
Randy looked at him curiously.
"What?" spat John.
"Nothing," Randy rumbled, shrugging. He took the cap from his head and played with it. And then tossed it over his shoulder.
John gave him an incredulous look.
"Oops," Randy said, and he turned and bent over in front of John to retrieve it, his trunks riding up the cleft of his perfect, solid, tanned ass. Oh John. Spank him. Please. Let this be what he was begging for inside. Let John pander to him. Anything to get his beloved Hustle, Loyality and Respect back.
John raised his hand and spanked Randy hard, figuring at this point he had nothing to lose.
Randy moaned.
"OHHHH!"
John went scarlet.
Randy enjoyed that a lot.
"Do it again if you like," he rumbled under his breath so only John could hear.
"How about you look at me," snapped John.
Randy picked the hat up and placed it back on his head before turning back to the love of his life, that naughty smirk lifting his handsome face.
"You are the shadiest...most irritating...pain in the fucking ass I have ever met in this god damn industry," John spat, "But...I fucking love you Randy."
Randy could have screamed.
Please don't let this be a dream.
But first.
SMACK!
John held his face.
"What the hell?!"
"THAT," snarled Randy, "Was for not mashing up Ryder's retarded face and forcing me to sleep with Dave!"
Twisted logic.
But hey.
It was Randy.
John expected nothing less.
"Let's not," he sighed, "I'm still fucking mad as hell at you. But I can't do this shit anymore."
Randy looked sheepish and at the floor.
"No...I'm an asshole...a slut...a whore..."
"Don't," John said, "You behaved like an overjealous bitch. And a slut. What's done is done."
"So fucking kiss me."
"What?"
"Kiss me Cena."
John huffed, determined to not be beaten but oh fuck it. THose piercing eyes.
He took Randy's face in his hands.
Hang on...
"Don't cry," whispered John.
This was too much. Randy was NOT a crier. Ever. He got Viper rage. But never tears.
He placed his lips on Randuy's bristled ones and for what seemed the first time in years, the younger man kissed right back, whimpering a little, hating himself for crying like a pussy in front of John. He'd shed tears privately over the state of his love life. But damnit for showing it. But...John...was..kissing him.
"Sorry...so fucking sorry..."
"Hey, stop that. No whining."
John hugged his long-term partner (albeit on-off) tightly to him. If Zack came in right now it would actually be a beautiful moment.
Sheamus clapped loudly and mockingly.
"Halle bloody lujah," he snarked, "Now bog off and have makeup sex."
"Fuck you," John said.
"No thanks," Sheamus smirked, "You do however, owe me drinks for the next month."
Well he did, right?
"Sure, sure, whatever, now go and get some bad news," John said, padding back to his chair, Randy following him.
Sheamus sighed.
"Oh young, I mean, old man love," he teased, picking up his water bottle and heading off.
As John sat down, Randy straddled his lap.
"Ooof...you're too fucking heavy," John complained.
"Don't care," Randy mumbled.
"And I have to piss," John said, "Randall...jesus...RANDAL! You're sitting on my fucking balls you clumsy bastard."
Randy huffed and stood back up.
"And your shirt is thrice worn," he complained, "See you've not been taking care of yourself."
"Well I don't have my live in maid.."
SMACK!
"Watch it Cena."
"You're still in the doghouse Randal. Just because i've..."
John was talking more to himself as he got to his feet and padded to the restrooms. Randy stalking him like the predator he was. He was ratchet. And he knew that. He was pushing his luck. But he was sure John would play along.
John entered the mens room and went to a stall, having twigged Randy's intentions. He wasn't going to win that easy. He was the cheater. He would have to wait.
Randy sighed audibly and huffed petulantly.
"Seen it all before Cena." he quipped.
"I don't trust you Orton."
The flush sounded and John reappeared.
"What's the face for?" he asked as he went to the sinks.
"Spoilsport."
"You can't assume I'm going to do what you want Orton. You're very lucky that I'm such a soft touch I even took you back."
"Johnny..."
"Don't Johnny me Randal."
Randy slithered over. He wrapped his long arms around John, pecking the back of the bigger, elder man;s neck. Mmm.,...he'd missed John's cologne...his massive traps...his thick, sinewy neck...the dog tags that jangled. He slowly rubbed his hardon against the khaki short-clad, impressive ass.
"And don't even THINK about THAT!" snapped John.
"What?"
"You need your damn head examined if you even think for one millisecond that I'm going to fuck you, let alone, let you fuck me!"
WHat? Randy genuinely hadn't even considered that. John wanting to switch? Please..no...but...if it's what John wanted...
"Wasn't thinking it at all," he mumbled, "I've just missed you..."
"You're a big fat softie."
"Bite me Johnny. So what?"
Last night, Randy had had an X-rated dream about John. involving whips. Chains. Cuffs. Hot wax. And his ass being destroyed by a furious alpha male John. Randy had woken up and had the hottest, fastest jerk off of his life. He'd cum buckets just off of that. Daniel Bryan was a fantasy. Dave was a misguided revenge fuck. But neither of them could measure up to John. Randy didn't know what the damn fuck he was THINKING when he opened his legs for either of those men.
John turned to him as he pulled some paper towels from the dispenser to dry his big hands.
Randy sank to his knees. Fuck it.
He wrestled John';s khakis open.
"Have you ever heard of this amazing new word, Orton? It's two letters, N and O. Look it up!"
"Shut up Johnny. Let me...please..."
He was itching to taste and feel John.
Mmmm.
John was wearing boxer briefs...cut to show his thick thighs off at their fullest. Oh fuck. Take him now! Randy yanked the shorts fully down. Fuck it. He wanted to see it all. Mmmmmmmm. John. Hunk. Hulk. His.
He began to kiss up those powerful thighs before hooking his nimble fingers into the waistband of the boxer briefs and pulling them down. Yes. John was hard. John wanted it.
John was turned on but annoyed at himself for giving in so easy. No wonder people played him like a violin.
Randy grabbed John's enormous ass cheeks and massaged them, moaning to himself. He'd missed this SO much. He licked up John's hardon.
"Fuck Johnny...your disgusting slack toyboy's not been doing his duty...bet you're just dying to shoot right down my throat..."
Randy's voice was a bassy, seductive rumble.
"Randall...in a stall...anyone could walk in."
"So?"
Oh jeez.
Such a minx.
Randy took John into his mouth. All the way in. He began to suck in earnest, massaging his man's ass as he continued pleasuring him, determined to make John realise just how much he missed him. Randy gagged but pressed on, deep throating.
Oh fuck.
John was groaning and grunting mannishly.
Oh fuck yes.
He'd missed Randy so much.
Randy just knew how to please a man.
Randy fumbled to free his own weeping cock from his trunks. He was itching to have John fuck him. But a reuinion fuck in an arena bathroom was tacky. Plus. He first laid Dave Batista in a bathroom. A bed was the only place for that. Maybe then he could get naughty with locations. But their bed was the rightful place. He'd have to be content with a blowjob.
He continued to suck John off, breathing heavily through his nose. Come on john, let that tension out...you must be so sick of Ryder...come on! He played with the big man's balls, enjoying the moans John let out.
Oh fuck...
John was so close.
He hadn't had a good blowjob in ages. Zack just wanted anal. Missionary. And it was on Zack's terms. And anyone could catch them...fuck Randy's tongue was sinful...
He growled like a lion, biting his lip to suppress the manly bellow he was dying to emit as he went careering over the edge, his release burning as it left him and shooting down Randy's waiting throat, the Viper barely flinching as he gulped it down like the water of life. Oh fuck...John tasted even better than he remembered.
He finally released John as a contented sigh left the elder man.
"Feel better?" he rumbled.
John nodded.
That was a good nut.
One he needed.
Oh Randy.
Randy got to his feet, his trunks pushed down his thighs, his cock hard and leaking a little.
"Wanna do me?" he asked.
John took a deep breath.
"You were too good...sorry."
Randy grinned a little smugly as he took John's hand. He brought the hand to his lips, kissing it before placing on his hard cock.
"Randal Keith Orton..."
"C'mon Johnny...just jerk me off...please?"
"Fine!"
Randy moaned loudly.
"Oh fuck...can't wait...to...oh yes Johnny...jerk me...I want...want you to...oh fuck!...want you to...take...me...FUCK..."
"You talk such crap Orton..."
Randy was humping the air needily. He was imagining John pinning him to the bed, making him spread his legs before entering him rough and making him scream for it...oh yes...he could almost feel the huge thighs pounding against his own, the bedsheets beneath him...John's muscles tensing, the manly grunts...he wasn't going to last...
"OH FUCK!" cried Randy as he came hard and fast, spraying the tiled floor.
It wasn't John making him cum after full sex...but...good enough for him...
"Wow..someone's held out.."
"I dumped Dave ages ago Johnny..." panted Randy, "I couldn't...I was a dick...he's not you...nobody's you..."
"Nobody's John Cena," John replied, attempting to redress his messy lower half.
"Your dad is, and I'm not after him."
"Yuck. Just shut up and cover up, you."
Cody Rhodes was packing his bag in the locker room. That was an unscripted moment. Dustin looked SO pissed off. He knew they were once more down to lose to Rybaxel but enough was enough. That botched moonsault was the final straw for the ravenette. He wanted out. Wanted to hand his notice in and go home to Georgia and hide under the bed clothes with just his dogs for company. NXT Takeover had been hell on earth on Thursday. He'd tried to find Josh after the little man's preshow match with Shawn Spears AKA Tye Dillinger. But even Shawn had said that Josh didn't want to see him and tried to quiz him on what had happened between them. Cody had just said his marriage had affected them and that was that. Shawn had tried to question his marriage too. Cody had then snapped at him before making a big show of being the dutiful hubby to Brandi once the show had wrapped. And Josh had walked past them kissing. He'd made a hacking noise, shot them both an evil glare before leaving with his posse of Paige, Summer, Adrian Neville and Sami Zayn in tow.
And then that smug PRICK Corey Graves had come and stuck the boot in, saying that Cody was condemned to the white picket fence life, driving a minivan and being forced to look for discreet cock when he was 35 (AKA 'old' in party-gay land) and realising he'd given it up to be the perfect hubby and father. Cody had ALMOST knocked his front teeth out. And then Corey had hit on him. Ugh. Cody wouldn't touch that slut if he was the last man on earth. Corey had given him the predictable sickening sleazy remarks about his cock size before attempting to grope him. Cody had angrily rebuffed him, and...he hated himself for this...used the 'do you know who I am' line. Corey had been scared off enough at the thought of pissing off Dusty Rhodes by going after his son to back the fuck up.
Cody would be happy if he never appeared on WWE TV again. He was thrusting his clothes into his sports bag and zipping it up. Tonight was hell. They were in Chicago. Punk land. Anything to get out of here.
"CODY!"
"What?"
"What the FUCK was that shit?! Hunter's going batshit out there!"
"You do need a better partner than me Dustin."
"Oh grow a fucking pair of balls! You fucked Ziggler! Get over yourself! Stop being such a child!"
"Leave me alone."
"Don't be surprised if you get fired, Cody!"
The furious Goldust left the room.
Cody just shook his head and picked up his bag. Anything. Please. Just leave him alone.
Cena and Orton had got back together. Just like that. And he thought they were done for good. Which surely could be a good omen but Cody didn't think like that. Everything good was happening to everyone else but him. No sign of this losing streak ending. Well it had now because he'd canned the Brotherhood live on air in the middle of Payback. Dolph Ziggler had avoided him like the plague since their one night stand. But Cody couldn't blame him really. Bad form screaming your ex's name at the moment of climax really.
He cantered through the corridors, looking for the exit.
"Hey! Where you going?"
Curtis Axel.
"Hotel," Cody muttered.
"You can't leave early, it's a damn pay per view!" Curtis said, "And what was that about?"
"I'm ending the brotherhood, Dustin deserves better...you deserve more than squashing us week in, week out," Cody said.
"Will you listen to yourself!" exploded Curtis, "Jesus...look, we're all sorry things didn't work out with you and Josh but you're acting like a brat! Don't like stuff so you're walking out! You're behaving like my own fucking ex!"
"I AM NOT LIKE THAT PRICK PUNK!"
"Really? Poor me, Josh dumped me cos I acted like a self entitled bitch! Poor me, I opened my legs for Ziggler and now he won't speak to me cos I screamed Josh's name! poor me, I'm losing some matches on TV! GROW UP CODY!"
SLAP!
Cody had bitch slapped Curtis hard around the face.
Curtis held his stinging cheek.
He was already not in a great mood despite a PPV win because of their being in Chicago and the knowledge that his ex and AJ were out smooching somewhere in this damn city. And his best friend was being impossible again.
"I'm sorry..." Cody's face crinkled, the kicked puppy look.
"Guess I deserved that one," mumbled Curtis.
"You're right," Cody conceded, sniffling, "And I didn't even think to see if you were OK...it's Chicago...didn't twig..."
"Exactly," Curtis said, "I bet he's even brought her along to the show!"
"Who cares about them!" Cody replied, "You got a man. A real man. One who treats you like a fucking prince!"
"Yes...he does!" Curtis said, "No...I'm not...I'm not gonna let it get to me."
"SO glad I still have you," Cody said, taking Curtis' hand and rubbing it softly, "Please...don't leave me like everyone else has."
"You dug that hole for yourself by walking out on Dustin on TV," Curtis said, "Seriously...I know you must be so cut up...but...he;s not dead."
"He's up on that panel Curtis and he ignored me at Takeover," Cody sobbed, "I can't work here while he is...it's too...painful..."
"And cos Brandi was down in Florida...I take it...you had to be a husband...in every respect," Curtis said, "Oh baby you're going through hell."
Cody nodded.
"It's...not...fair...she didn't ask to be caught up in this mess," he sniffled.
"But honestly...what's it like?" asked Curtis.
"What's what like?"
"You know..."
"I...uh...to get it up...I picture Joshy..." Cody was scarlet in the face and avoiding Curtis eyes.
"Oh jesus...Cody...this is ridiculous," Curtis said, "And unfair to her...she's your wife. But let's not go there, OK?"
"Funny thing is...if I'm feeling really shit...I'd get the sweatpants, the Mean Girls DVD or my X-Men ones...lots of bad food and talk about boys...but that was...with...my...Joshy..."
"I can do that, if it takes your mind off it," offered Curtis, "Mean Girls might be a stretch.."
"Bitch you were reciting the script same as me," Cody said, a wet smile on his pretty face, "But X-Men will be better.."
"One condition," Curtis said, "Don't even think about making a move on me."
Cody avoided his eyes guiltily, ashamed of his actions last week. He was lucky Curtis still spoke to him.
"I won't, I promise."
"And no Grindr hookups."
"Curtis..."
"Well just saying...meet you in the parking lot after the show, OK? Gotta go to the bathroom."
"OK..."
Curtis pecked Cody on the cheek.
Cody smiled a little and watched his one remaining friend on the roster leave. He padded back to the locker room with his sports bag. Running away won't solve anything.
"RHODES!"
Oh no.
Hunter.
Cody looked up at the imposing figure in his black trunks.
"Hi boss."
"What the HELL was that?"
"Just thought it was the right thing to do...Carrano says I'm gonna turn heel soon...and.."
"You're lucky the crowd AND Vince liked it!" snapped Hunter, "Otherwise your ass will be fired."
"Sorry Hunter."
"In future, pitch ideas like everyone else. Don't go off script again. Consider this a final warning."
"YEs sir."
Hunter turned on his heel and walked away. Cody sighed heavily. Could have been so much worse. And it'd be nice to hang out with Curtis rather than spend his evenings looking for more anonymous sex. Since Dolph, Cody had basically been a straight man. He was so out his comfort zone. Luckily no unwanted cries, but he was still hopelessly in love with Josh...in thought if not in deed. His head had been filled with memories of Josh all the time he fulfilled his duties. Not that his wife complained. Far from it. But it wasn't right. None of it was right.
Payback had wrapped an hour ago.
In one hotel room, a six foot seven Englishman was on his back, his long, muscular legs on ivory shoulders.
His partner, the meddling Irishman, was thrusting hard and fast. Sheamus had kept his promise to Wade and was fucking him like a man should. And Wade was taking it like the hardman he was. This was the best sex the Irishman had ever had. Why didn't he hook up with Wade years ago? He didn;t think there were 'real men' out there who were so willing to give their arses up anymore.
Wade was growling and grunting with ecstasy, his prostate being well and truly stabbed just right...the pain...the sweat...the grunting...mmmm...this was why he loved doing it with blokes. He was so close. They';d been fucking like wild dogs on heat for the past half hour, relentlessly. Sheamus had rushed him back to the hotel.
"C'mon...c'mon...giveusyerspunk.." Wade was moaning, "Fuckin bum me off..."
Oh he was pure Preston when he was in the throes of pleasure.
And Sheamus fucking loved it. His sexual fantasy back in the day (read: 2010) was a threeway with Drew and Wade. If Drew didn't have that long druid hair he'd have nailed that long ago. Sheamus liked men with short hair (Daniel had been the exception). He spanked Wade hard. He was close too. Too fucking close. He'd been that horny earlier that for once he might come first.
He went rigid, edging.
"Don't fuckin' stop!" snarled Wade, "Fuckin carry on yer bastard! Don't fuckin give a shit if you go first. Don't stop!"
Wade was possibly the manliest power bottom Sheamus had ever met. And he'd been with a few manly men (albeit those of a higher class - he'd been the 'bit of rough' prior to Daniel...wealthy businessmen, usually married and craving dick up their arses on 'business trips'. Yeah right.)
The Irishman continued. He began to pound Wade so hard the bed was crashing against the wall. Wade was yelling shamelessly, his bearded face contorted with sheer pleasure. Oh fuck yes. He never thought he could be fucked so hard and still feel like a man. Sheamus was the fucking BEST! Oh fuck!
He suddenly roared like a bear and his essence sprayed his sweaty smooth abs. Sheamus was taken aback.
Wade was gasping and moaning.
"Oh...OH...fuck yeah...you're so fucking good...oh f'kin'ell Ste..."
Sheamus really began to pound him. Fucking him like he hated his guts. Determined to blow a huge load up the Brit.
He bellowed deafeningly as he finally succumbed, Wade clenching thirstily to take his offering.
A tangle of muscular masculinity collapsed to the bed.
Sheamus pulled out and lay next to Wade.
Wade growled and kissed him.
"Stephen fookin Farrelly...gonna fookin say it but I think I fookin luv ya," gasped Wade, accent making his words barely audible.
Sheamus couldn't beleive it.
Did he mean that?
Because the Irishman was sure he loved Wade. They were still best mates out the bedroom. But making it official would be nice. And stick two fingers up at Daniel.
"Love ya too," Sheamus replied after a pregnant pause.
Wade grinned and pecked him.
"Soft sod," snorted Sheamus.
"Well...you've been shagging my brains out five days out of seven most weeks now..."
"Oh man up and admit your feelings Bennett."
"Fine. You're the best sex I've fucking had. And I don't want any other bugger. Happy?"
"Good enough."
Sheamus kissed him. He guided Wade's head onto his chest. The Englishman's only real flaw was that he was not big on affection. SHeamus was determined to soften the bare knuckle fighter up.
Wade stiffened a little.
"What you afraid of?" whispered Sheamus.
"Not used to it...poofy..." grunted Wade.
"Whatever."
"Fine," Wade said after a while, "Last bloke I fell in love with cheated on me with a chav slag from Wythenshawe. Caught him fucking her in the back of his van. Yeah. So since then..."
"Well he was a dick if he let you go, probably too afraid he liked you instead of slags," Sheamus replied.
"He was a mechanic," Wade said, "Went with lads on the sly cos he was shit scared his mates would find out. Only bad thing about the kind of guys I went for. Usually worried their arses about being caught out by their mates...or their girlfriends."
"I've had a shitty past with them too," Sheamus replied, "Like...when I was in FCW, I had a regular thing going with this rich CEO guy. He was older but looked after himself..."
"How much older?"
"Sixty," Sheamus mumbled.
"You what?"
"He didn't look it stripped...he was a tiny fella, slim, and his arse hadn't gone south. Anyway...middle class, married, grown up kids, a grandkiddy...enjoyed having a bit of rough. Looked a bit like an older Philip Schofield. I dropped the L bomb and he told me to grow up and leave him alone. How fucking humilating huh?"
"You into old men?" snorted Wade, not knowing whether to be insulted or amused.
"I've been with all ages, younger, same age, older," Sheamus said, "Like I said, I'm a big Irish lad who likes a beer. Fellas like that. Didn't mess about often...so yeah, that's my skeletons."
"You ain't my bit of rough," Wade smirked, "I'm hardly posh am I?"
"No you're not you filthy Manc," teased Sheamus, pecking him again.
Wade was starting to enjoy this. Being held. It wasn't that bad at all. Sheamus was so big everywhere and warm. He was a good cuddler, the Brit conceded. Maybe being a boyfriend wasn't bad. He could give Adrian Neville a lesson in that. if Wade of all people could soften up and admit it, the jumping Geordie had no excuse.
In Cody's room, he and Curtis were on the bed, Cody's iPad playing some 80s power ballads, the X-Men DVD laying forgotten. Currently they were two thirds through a huge pack of Fig Newtons, and T'Pau's China In Your Hand was playing. One of Cody's favourite 80s songs.
"Times like this I can see why you started the burn book," Curtis remarked as Cody was singing along to himself.
"Mmm-hmm..."
"Sorry...I know...don't talk about it."
"Wonder if Cena and Orton are doing the nasty?" Cody asked.
"I hope they are, and I hope Ryder walks in on them and Randy jizzes over his face," Curtis said.
"Yuck, don't want to imagine that prick getting a facial," Cody said.
"Why are you so into facials?" asked Curtis, "Just curious. You can ask me anything you want...no hold barred."
"I'm submissive," Cody said, shrugging, "And it shows my guys that I've pleased them. And you said anything, right? Wanna dish the nasty dirt on Punk as we're in Chicago?"
Curtis grinned. Burning Punk's name to the ground would be the biggest release ever. He'd never really had a chance to properly get it off his chest.
"How long you got?" he said, "Firstly...Maria Kanellis was right. He is distinctly...average. At best. Nothing special size wise."
"Yuck. Maria's pressed ass. But at least she got one thing right."
"And, he stinks." Curtis said, "I thought it was just cos he was having a busy media day. But he does. I mean, I like man sweat. But not armpits that make me gag."
"I'll say one thing," Cody said, "He had some killer thighs."
"That's what I first noticed about him," Curtis admitted, "And because he was such a womaniser that I wanted to see if he was all that...and then he started being nice to me, let me talk about Dad, and my bastard exes...so we started dating."
"I know that bit," Cody said, "Spill the tea bitch. TOngue game...dick technique, that stuff."
"He's awesome at rimming," Curtis said, "And he likes rimming."
"So did Dave," Cody said, "Funny that."
"He's good in bed," Curtis said, "He found my g-spot easy enough considering I was the first guy in years he'd dallied with."
"Apart from Colt Cabana," Cody said.
Curtis gave him a raised eyebrow.
"Oh come on, you really think he hasn't hit that?" Cody said.
"But you and him always hated one another," Curtis said, "Anyway, I used to lap it up...but...he's boring. Always doggie style. Always the same pace. Occasionally let me kiss him as he did me. And he ALWAYS jerked me off. He never let me cum without hands."
"Ugh, hate tops that do that," Cody huffed, "It's like hello, bitch, don't rush me."
"Exactly," Curtis said, "Who was the first guy to make you cum?"
"Fuck knows," Cody said, "I've been with a LOT of men over the years Curtis."
"I've had my fair share too," Curtis said, "Just since I got signed they dried up. And Ryan was the first."
"Really? Oh ouch. You poor thing. All those years of unsatisfying sex. And then one night with your tag partner..."
"He's amazing," Curtis sighed wistfully, "Seriously, I never screamed before him. He's big AND can use it. And he's just so...sweet...he's not such a big oaf in private. He's a gentleman. Oh...and do you know...he'll kill me...he's taken it before."
"WHAT?!"
"Yup, was curious. Said it was fun and different but he was more comfortable being top."
"Good job, couldn't imagine Ryback on the end of anyone," Cody said, "And not with a hottie like you in his bed.."
Curtis smiled.
"You're too nice," he said.
"Well you are hot," Cody said, "You've got a booty most gogo boys would snatch wigs for."
"That's the gayest analogy in the world," chuckled Curtis, as Cody lip synced along to China In Your Hand's epic chorus, "And thanks. I work hard on my tush. And anything from you is a compliment. I know you hear it a lot but you are hot."
"Sssh," Cody said, "Not about me."
"And," Curtis said, "Please, please don't kill me. If I was single...I would honestly...hit Dustin up."
"CURTIS!"
"C'mon, his arms are UNF," Curtis said, "He's aged very well now he's in such good shape."
"Flirt with Dustin and I will kill you."
"I'm only teasing," Curtis giggled, "But it's true. He has gotten very hot now."
"Bob still looks good," Cody mumbled.
"Huh?"
"I said Bob still looks good," Cody said, blushing. Curtis looked at him with curiosity. Hardcore Holly? Really? THat asshole? And then the cogs turned in his head. Of course. Cody's first tag partner as a rookie seven years ago.
"You didn't..."
"I did...Curtis...I trust you...I...uh...Bob and I used to fuck. Only Joshy and Teddy know...so this is important to me...please don't ever tell anyone...it started...willingly...didn't end willingly..."
"Oh baby..." Curtis went and hugged the ravenette.
"I want him back..." sniffled Cody, "This is exactly what me and him used to do back in the old days...if one of us had a bad fuck or argument with boyfriends...cookies, chick flicks or 80s cheese and talk about boys until the small hours..usually bring Lay along...she'd bring the wine..."
"But you drove her away," Curtis reminded him.
"I know...I'm such a bitch."
"She probably won't talk to you anymore..."
"I know...*sniffle*."
"Can I see some of your old photos?"
Cody smiled a little.
"You sure?"
"Yeah...hoping there might be some dirt on ex roster members...and because you were such a twinky thing back in the day."
"Best booty in WWE back then bitch," Cody giggled, wiping his eyes underneath his cute lenseless glasses, "There's lots of body glitter and lamé!"
"I can cope with that," Curtis said as Cody reached for his laptop.
Cody eagerly began to open up the folders from 2007-2008. This was actually therapeutic, sharing it with someone he was as close with as Curtis. Curtis was doing such a great job at somehwat filling the void left by Josh in Cody's life. The bestie.
"Did you and him ever fool around?" asked Curtis, "back then, I mean?"
"No, we always got laid, every night out," Cody said, "When Bob wasn't...you know...I wanted to though. Even just help one another get off one night."
"What stopped you?"
"We were both bottoms."
"Always a double ender," grinned Curtis.
"Stop it."
"I found a photo of you pinning me on Tumblr, and they'd captioned it 'fun with a double ended dildo.' Ryan saw it and thought it was hilarious. He actually asked me if I'd ever done that with you..."
"Ew!" Cody said, giggling.
Curtis' phone buzzed.
He opened it.
And swooned.
Ryback had sent a photo of his hard cock on his bed and the message read:
Missing you while you're doing your girly sleepover ; )
Curtis was red in the face.
"What is it?" asked Cody.
"Ryan being naughty."
"Oooh can I see?"
"Private."
"Sorry...you know I wouldn't.."
"I know...just...don;t want to rub it in your face."
"Honey you won't be. He's your boyfriend. Send him a picture back. I don't mind."
"What kind?"
"Duh. One of you popping that juicy phat booty of course. Curtis...sweetie...you've been so nice to spend time with me but don't let me keep you. Go and get some of that D."
"You're upset...I can go without him for one night."
Cody shut his laptop and shut off the music.
"Curtis...I'll be fine...you listened and that's all that matters. Go on...that's your man, go get him."
"Could always join us."
"What?"
"Put Ryan's idea to the test..."
"CURTIS!"
"I'm kidding, fuck you're easy...sure you'll be OK...call me if youre feeling really shit, kay?"
Curtis slid his sneakers on and picked up his sports bag. He kissed Cody's cheek before padding out of the room.
He made his way to the lifts.
And his heart sank as he saw Justin Gabriel. Why was he even here? Not like he was going to be used in the pay-per-view.
Curtis shuddered and pretended not to see the South African who was waiting for the adjacent elevator.
"Look what crawled from the gutters," Justin sneered.
"Just seen a mirror have we?" Curtis hit back.
"Clearly you haven't because your fat gut and flabby ass are straining those sweatpants and that vest," snapped Justin.
"So bitter, I dunno what I ever saw in you," Curtis replied, totally not letting his nasty ex get to him. It seemed a whole lifetime ago now. Soon after the Nexus and Corre had dissipated. When Curtis was Michael McGillicutty.
"You begged me for it," Justin said, "You dirty, needy bitch."
"You're so full of hate...all because you prejack," Curtis replied, "Well I'd love to stay and chat but you're a piece of shit. And my elevator's open. Bye."
He padded inside the elevator and pushed the door shut button. He'd had such shit luck with men before Ryback. And even when he was depressed, Cody knew how to make him feel better. Cody was definitely a friend for life. They were just perfect besties. Both born into the business. Both, in each other's opinion misused talent.
His floor.
Just a few paces away from his hot and bothered big man.
He swiped his keycard.
Ryback was on the bed, watching NXT Takeover clips on his iPad.
"Hey," purred Curtis, slipping his sneakers off and crawling behind the big guy.
"Oh hey...that was quick," Ryback grunted, turning toi kiss his boy (even though Curtis was two years older than him), "Sleepover cancelled?"
"He told me to go get you," Curtis smiled, caressing the bulge in the big man's sweatpants, "You miss me...I'm here now big guy..."
Ryback chuckled and rolled the smaller man onto his back, attacked his hungry mouth with kisses. Curtis whimpered and ground against him.
"How much did you miss me?" he mewled.
"Enough," growled RYback, "Your new cologne is HOT...makes me so fuckin' horny."
"You chose it," smiled Curtis.
Ryback began to kiss his neck, Curtis whining with need. He wasn't into waiting around. Ryback whipped the smaller man's sweats down, enjoying those sexy Andrew Christian briefs that bulged. Curtis could be an underwear model in his opinion. That ASS. Ryback had never been an ass man before he met Curtis. He supposed the revolting Brad Maddox had back for days but he was an arrogant, haughty douche who screamed like Kim Cattrall in Porky's. Curtis was a screamer but unlike Brad, was hot when he did so.
Curtis was whimpering as he shed his sweats and Better Than Perfect vest, keeping his briefs on. He got onto all fours, wiggling his beautiful behind in Ryback's face, framed perfectly by his navy and white briefs.
"Joseph.." Ryback grunted
"What?" moaned Curtis.
"Why do you always want me to do you from behind these days?"
"Huh? You wanna talk now Ryan...you tease..!"
"I mean it," the big guy said, "I'm not just a meathead you know. I do actually care."
"I know sweetie...and I love you," Curtis said, wriggling around and kissing his beloved man, "But...just seems random after you send me dirty cock shots. And You know it's not true...look at the finger marks on your pecs they have to cover up."
RYback knew Curtis was down because it was Chicago. He wanted to please his man so much that all thoughts would leave his mind. He could have just nailed CUrtis like a hustler but that would be the easy way out.
He gently peeled the briefs down and kneeled between those smooth legs. He began to rim Curtis.
"Ohhhh! Ryan! Oh fuck! Oh you bad man...!"
Curtis was not expecting foreplay...oh yes...his man ALWAYS knew how to please him! Their sex life was definitely glowing with good health. And they'd been together for a while now.
Ryback was gonna show Curtis that he could be a gentleman too. Plus, Cesaro was surprisingly helpful when it came to advice on how to truly please a bottom. If Curtis was a weeping mess after tonight, Ryback owed the Swiss several drinks.
He continued to rim Curtis, who was mewling and thrashing on the bed. Where did RYback learn THIS? Oh wow! It was like he'd taken a class on turning a boy on...oh yes!
He moaned the big guy's real name over and over.
He was fighting not to jerk..to enjoy this totally.
Ryback grinned as he kneeled back up, before reaching for the lubricant.
He removed his sweatpants, his huge, ripped body glistening in the light of the room. He looked every inch the Herculean god right now. He coated himself liberally. Way more than usual.
"You OK to do yourself...gonna...dim the lights.." he grunted.
"OK..." pouted Curtis.
Ryback padded to the light switch by the door. Curtis was prepping his ass, legs open, moaning like a slut, giving RYback a show.
The lights dimmed.
Ryback was gonna be a gent. And this hotel room had a dimmer switch. Might as well make use of it. He climbed back onto the bed. Curtis raised his legs in anticipation. Been a while since they'd done it missionary. He'd missed it if he was honest.
"Ohhhhhhh Ryan..."
Curtis moaned and whimpered as the big guy slowly entered him. Oh my...he was being so...so...
"Come here," grunted Ryback, stroking the pretty bearded face.
"Oh RYan...you're amazing...ohhh fuck.."
"Wrap your legs around me baby."
Curtis removed his legs from the huge shoulders and slowly wrapped them around the wide, muscular back...wriggling a little...OH MY...his spot was being touched...just right. Oh wow. He forgot how much he loved missionary.
He felt...well...like a girl...and he didn't care. This felt SO. Good.
Ryback began to move. Slowly, making sure to wriggle his hips a little...Curtis was making a lot of noise...whimpers, mewls, moans...the elder, smaller man's arms reached up and locked possesively around Ryback's thick neck.
"Oh Ryan."
"Like it?" the big guy was grinning.
"Love you."
"Love you too."
"Kiss me."
Ryback began to gently kiss those pouty lips under the smaller man;s beard, Curtis kissing him ever so slowly back, whimpering adorably. He knew his partner at work and in bed could be more than just the alpha power top...but not THIS good. He hoped RYback knew just how he was making Curtis feel right now. It felt so much more intimate...so much more loving...he gently writhed his body to meet Ryback's movements...wanting to scream at the jolts of pleasure shooting up his back from his stimulated prostate.
"Hey," rasped Ryback, in a low gruff whisper that just made Curtis' neck hairs stand on end. He was SO fucking sexy he had no idea.
"Ohhhh...RYan...don't stop...please...don't ever stop..."
There was a distinct flurry in the air in the closing moments of Raw. Seth Rollins had just had the most unexpected and shocking heel turn seen on the show in a long time. And he'd kept it under his hat. Roman had known obviously as he'd had to take the chair shot. But Dean...his reaction was genuine, not acted. And he'd had to take Seth's finisher onto the chair itself. He was incensed and shocked at the same time. He felt betrayed. What had he done to deserve that? OK it was a sure fire ratings winner and moved the Shield vs. Evolution angle in a new direction. But...two years as a solid stable, fan favourites from the off...
Backstage, Seth was being congratulated by some of the wrestlers for pulling that turn off so well. Roman was having his sore back seen to. Dean was stood in a corner, arms folded, and scowling.
"That was awesome champ," Randy Orton was saying, already on cloud nine because Dave had quit, also unscripted. Yes. Yes. Yes. Ding dong, the bastard's gone. Now he and John were almost there...back to where they should be. Together. Officially. There was the small obstacle of that idiot Zack, but Randy could handle that. His jealousy had subsided. He'd even been a good boy and left John to it after Payback. He would show he was genuine by waiting. But if John decided to carry on with him behind Zack';s back, then that was cool too.
"Thanks man," Seth was saying, "Still can't get my head around it...they HATE me out there. You look WAY too happy considering you could have a rival later on."
"Oh me?" grinned Randy, "I'm celebrating Bluetista quitting."
"I thought you guys were... oh...sorry...big mouth." Seth went red.
"I kicked his sorry ass into touch ages ago," Randy said, "Yeah I know...don't ask."
"so what's the deal?" asked Seth, "You back with Cena? Cos I saw him leave with Ryder just now."
"Ssssh," Randy said, looking alarmingly mischeivous. Seth was having trouble believing he was talking to the same laidback, somewhat arrogant and aloof Randy Orton. The guy right now looked like a kid with a big secret.
"Oh...right..."
"Gonna make Ryder suffer," Randy said, "Nobody takes my man."
"But you screwed Batista!"
"Anyone can make a mistake..Colby," smirked Randy.
In the background Dean was seething.
Get your slutty paws off him Orton.
"Oh right," grinned Seth, "That interview...'who the fuck is Colby'...right...yeah.."
"How did Dean take it?" asked Randy.
"Ah."
"You mean you didn't..."
"I couldn't...wanted to get the best reaction.."
"But you beat the absolute shit out of him...I thought you guys had just broke up."
He gestured to Dean, having spotted the scowling Cincinnati native in the corner.
"No...oh.,.yeah...I should go talk to him...thanks...look forward to doing some cool stuff with you soon."
Randy padded away.
Seth took a deep breath and slowly began to approach Dean.
"Hey," he said sheepishly.
"Whatever."
"C'mon..."
"Kindly want to tell me what the fuck that was?"
"A heel turn?"
"And you weren't gonna tell me? Oh sorry Colby, I'm only your fucking BOYFRIEND!"
"C'mon, not here Jonny.."
"Why? What you scared of? Am I spoiling your chances of getting a piece of Orton? HUH?! HUH?!"
"Seriously...pipe down...not at work, please."
"I really thought you were serious about me...turns out you were just buttering me up to stab me in the back on TV!"
"Roman knew..." Seth braced himself.
"WHAT?!"
"Roman knew..."
"Oh that's REAL FUCKING NICE! BET YOU WERE LAUGHING ABOUT IT BEHIND MY DAMN BACK ALL FUCKING DAY!"
"I'm sorry, when was this about you? This is a big chance for me and all you're gonna do is shit over it by making out like it was some stunt to make you look stupid?!"
SMACK!
Dean slapped him hard around the face.
"Don't fucking bother coming back to the hotel room. We're done COlby."
"What? Is that really necessary?"
"You heard. D. O. N. E. Done. Finished. Fuck you asshole."
Dean turned on his heel and stormed away down the corridor. Seth kicked the wall hard with a growl of frustration.
The imposing figure of Roman appeared, still shirtless, and wincing at the stinging from his back thanks to the TCP.
"What's eaten you," rumbled the Samoan.
"Jonny's just broken up with me over that."
"I did warn you that might happen..."
"But you agreed to keep it under wraps man!"
"Only cos you were sure he'd understand. And you did mash his face into the chair."
"He's done worse shit on the indies!"
"You know how sensitive he is man! Come on, amount of stuff I've had to put up with from you and him. Go after him before he ends up hitting up some random schmuck on Grindr or whatever it is you lot use to find hookups."
Seth huffed but took off in the direction Dean went.
He checked the restrooms. Nothing.
Dean was probably halfway back to the hotel now.
Seth sighed and made his way back to the locker room to change out of his bulletproof vest and Shield gear. Nobody was in there at the moment. Silently, he began to change into his street clothes.
Dean was already in the hotel room. His bags were at the door so if Seth did try to get in..
He was fuming. Absolutely fuming. And his head was sore after that vicious stomp into the steel chair. Why him? What the fuck was Seth doing? Was he really that selfish he'd throw Dean under a bus to elevate his career? Ugh he bet Epico and Primo were pissing themselves laughing at his expense. That was one of the main reasons he'd left so fast. Blood will flow if he'd run into those irrelevant, mouthy pricks who seemed to have the knives out for him. And Orton was sliming all over Seth. Yuck. Let's face it, who'd pick Dean over Mr Perfect Orton? Blandy Snoreton. Devoid of a personality but everyone wanted a piece of it.
Dean only had one thing on his mind. Revenge.
Play dirty.
Seth wanted to play dirty.
So could he.
He knew it was a good idea to keep Grindr.
But first. Get people talking.
He stripped naked and lay on his stomach, ass up. Jon Moxley, AKA Rated E For Easy was back in the house.
He took a selfie, tongue out, looking as slutty as possible. Damn his butt looked good actually. He fired up his barely-used Twitter.
TheDeanAmbrose who wants a piece of me? : P
He attached the slutty photo.
That'll get people talking. And maybe some offers. And the Tumblr girls would be so overcome they'll all pass out and forget to blog it.
Instantly his notifications went bonkers.
WWEReigns TheDeanAmbrose what the HELL? You serious?!
WWECesaro TheDeanAmbrose Put it away, that's not a good look!
WWEGraves TheDeanAmbrose DAT ASS! GIMME! *heart-eyes emoji*
CodyRhodesWWE TheDeanAmbrose huh? you single? *sad emoji*
ReneeYoungWWE TheDeanAmbrose what? You guys broke up? : O
HEELZiggler TheDeanAmbrose Check your DMs : P
Wait. DM?
Dean did just that.
HEELZiggler that's one hot ass man! You wanna have fun? : P x
Ziggler? Talk about a hit. Dean was not gonna turn that down. And stick it to Seth for doing that to him. Fuck you Seth!
Damn right Dean wanted to have fun. He'll steal Ziggler's show. He tapped a DM.
D HEELZiggler sure : P can u handle rated M for Moxley? SHow me what you got : P
Dolph replied instantly. With a cock shot.
Dean responded with another ass shot and told him his room number. He heard Dolph was an athletic fuck. And didn't he do Rhodes last week? THat's what he'd been bragging about. Pfft. Dolph would forget Rhodes' preening prettyboy ass ever existed after a night with him!
THere was a knock on the door.
Dean got to his feet and padded over, opening it.
"Come on in Show Off..."
But it wasn't Dolph.
"Nice," Seth said, "You really thought I wouldn't guess you'd do that? Ziggler. Wow. Classy."
"Fuck off! You're not ruining any more of my night!"
"Do you know how cheap that makes you look?"
"Rated M For Moxley bitch. Now get the fuck out of my room!"
"Not a good look you know Jonny. I thought you wanted to stop being known as the easiest slut in the wrestling business?"
"Least I can get laid!"
Seth forced his way inside and slammed the door. He was determined to have it out with Dean. Naked or not.
"Will you LISTEN to yourself?! This isn't the indies! This is fucking WWE! Where we're followed by FANS! Kids!"
"Spare me the PG lecture Colby and get the fuck out before Ziggler arrives," Dean snapped, "I don't give a fuck what you think!"
"Your phone's vibrating off the wall! You're being retweeted as we speak! If that makes TMZ your career here is over!"
"Don't care, can go back to the indies."
"You're pathetic."
"Oh really? Says the arrogant cunt who put his career before the guy he's supposed to love?!"
"Says the cheap, ratchet slut who first chance he gets hangs a great big neon Vacancy sign over his asshole?"
"About as hilarious as heart disease as per usual. If you'll excuse me Colby, I have a man to meet."
"That prick? He's not a man! He's a big mouthed overhyped prick who has a hairjob stuck in the Eighties!"
"Don't be jealous because he's a better fuck than you. Ask Rhodes, Ziggler smashed it last week. Now it's my turn."
"Like that's an acheivement, another hump and dump of Ziggler. Really?"
"Better than being with a mutt who makes the most digusting cum face known to man."
Seth was speechless. Wow. Dean could be nasty when he wanted. Mutt. Nice. Real classy.
"A disgusting mutt, am I, huh?" He folded his arms.
"Yeah. You are. A disgusting, overrated, mutt. With greasy hair." Dean's eyes were popping and an insane grin was now on his face.
Seth was getting uneasy. Dean was having one of his batshit moments. And this was once again his fault. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe they just weren't meant to be.
"Fine. Whatever. Have fun with Ziggler."
Seth turned on his heel and left the room without another word.
Dean was kicking himself. He began to slap himself in the head.
"Stupid...stupid...stupid..."
He grabbed his briefs and slipped them on before speeding to the door.
"Colby...Sethie...wait..."
Seth was nowhere to be seen.
Well done Ambrose. Nice work. You and your paranoia and your big stupid mouth. This could have been a good night. All because he got butthurt about not being told about Seth's heel turn. So what? It was done for business to get Seth massively over as a heel. And it had worked excellently. And now Dean had just pissed it all away for what? A bruised ego. And not only that, he'd made himself look disgusting online. He grabbed his phone and hurriedly deleted the slutty tweet. He'll deal with the flak tomorrow.
He threw himself on the bed, defeated.
He heard the door open.
Oh fuck. Ziggler.
"Well hey there," Dolph drawled, "Aren't I a lucky guy."
Dean figured he may as well now he'd pushed Seth away for good.
He rolled over to face Dolph.
"Nice panties," Dolph smirked, kicking his sneakers off. After the hot mess of Cody last week, this should be a much better night. He hoped Dean didn't scream Seth's name when he shot his nut. But hey, Dolph was about to score two of the most wanted men on the roster. He knew Cody and Dean had huge packs of adoring fangirls. And he could say he tapped those asses. Cody had been a hot fuck until he'd screamed Josh's name. Shame. Dean looked filthy. He was probably one dirty hot mess in bed. Mmmm.
And he'd heard of Dean's reputation on the indies. That was why he'd hit it up. To see if Dean really was the most popular ride in America outside of Disneyland. Stick a pin in the indie circuit wiki and chances were it landed on someone who'd fucked Dean.
"Thanks," Dean said, "Didn't know you played with dudes."
"Every now and then." Dolph replied, stripping his pink vest off.
"No kissing?" asked Dean.
"What you want, chocs and flowers?" Dolph drawled, "Thought you were a bit more hardcore than that."
"Rated M for Moxley," Dean replied, opening his smooth legs.
Dolph kicked his sweatpants down so he was just in boxers and crawled onto the bed. Dean grabbed him and began to make out with him, moaning sluttishly.
Wow, this guy was thirsty. Thirstier than Cody.
Dolph could smell the testosterone.
Dean was grinding against him.
"Don't waste time with oral," he moaned, "Take my smalls off and pound me Show Off."
"Do you have any amyl?"
"Yup."
Dean got to his feet and padded to his bag by the door. He fished around for the small bottle. He and Seth used it every now and then. He took a big sniff and moaned at the rush. He peeled off his briefs and tossed them aside so he was butt naked. He crawled onto the bed and got on all fours, ass up, taking another sniff.
"Wow, you're beggin' for it, huh," Dolph smirked, spanking that ass. Dean smelled like the mat still. That was hot.
Dean whined.
"Hurry up blondie."
Dolph shed his boxers.
"Lube?"
"Spit will be fine."
"You negative?"
Oh fuck. Dean hadn't been tested lately. He'd been in a long term relationship so he hadn't needed to. He assumed Seth was negative and neither of them had any problems, so to speak.
"Pull out before you shoot, I don't mind."
"Only if you're sure man. Still safe even if I play about."
Dolph began to rub his hard cock against that tight pink entrance. Dean moaned and pushed back. Wow he was aching for it.
Dolph spat on his hand some more and slicked up.
He line dup again.
"OH FUCK YEAH!" snarled Dean as he was painfully penetrated. This was just what he needed. A no feelings, hard, relentless fuck. Take the pain away.
"Damn you got a tight little asspussy there," Dolph grunted.
THey always said that. Despite what a whore he was.
"Pull my hair damnit and shut the fuck up."
Dolph grabbed Dean's messy brown locks and began to fuck him. Hard. Oh fuck yeah, this was a good ass. No wonder they all wanted a piece on the indie scene. Tight. And Dean could work that body. Cody was a better fuck...but Dean was more willing and dirtier. SLuttier. Dolph could get used to this...revenge fucking all the big names on the roster. THat'll get him a new push. Dean was moaning and crying out shamelessly. What a ho. What a common, loose-moral slut. Dolph fucking loved it. He spanked Dean.
Dean was loving it too. Oh yes. Treat him like the slut he was. Spank him. Spit on him. That's it. Curse him. Pull his hair.
"OH fuck! FUCK YES! So much better than fucking Rollins!"
"I know I am. Now take it!"
Oh yes. Dolph was one arrogant son of a bitch. The best kind of top. He knew he was hot. He knew could lay anything that opened their legs at him. Dean was getting close. Dolph was smashing his spot good. Nailing him. This was nothing like sex with Seth. Not even the time he went psycho on Seth. Oh fuck...Dean was close. Dolph was managing to make him cum. Oh fuck.
Dolph reached around and jerked Dean's throbbing, leaking cock.
Dean screamed in ecstasy as his orgasm thundered through him, spraying the bed.
Dolph was getting close. What a slut. Oh fuck...pull out, pull out...
He pulled out and fisted his cock before cursing loudly and exploding all up that back and those pert round ass cheeks. Oh yeah. Dean with jizz on him. Looked so right.
Dean fell to the bed, moaning in satisfaction.
Dolph quickly began to dress.
"Where you going?" asked Dean.
"I'm done," Dolph said shrugging, "So are you. Heading back to catch some Z's."
After last time with Cody, Dolph couldn't risk Reigns or ROllins catching him. Especially not Rollins. He was gonna high tail the fuck out of there before anyone walked in.
Dean was hurt.
He felt utterly used.
Now the high was dissipating...he felt so stupid.
"Don't you want to spend the night?" he asked, "Wake me up in a few hours for some more?"
"No thanks, you're a hot fuck though Dean," Dolph said, "Last time I hung about, Goldust walked in and it was hashtag awkward."
"Don't bother then!" snarled Dean.
"Don't be such a chick. We had fun, didn't we?" Dolph replied, pulling his vest back on, "Hit me up again if ya want. Keep it casual."
Dean just made an indistinct noise. Did he treat Cody like a hooker too? What an ass.
"See yaz soon."
And with that Dolph was gone as quickly as he'd come.
Dean felt empty. Null and void.
He'd forgotten this feeling of emptiness after another meaningless cheap fuck with a frustrated indie wrestler. He'd been with Seth for so long he'd forgotten. Dolph had literally used him as a substitute for his fist. Didn't touch him up or nothing. At least some of the indie guys had let Dean suck them off and jerked him a little.
Dean wanted to talk to someone. He started to tap a direct message to someone on Twitter.
TheDeanAmbrose CodyRhodesWWE Hey.
CodyRhodesWWE TheDeanAmbrose Hi. I saw Ziggler DM'd you.
TheDeanAmbrose CodyRhodesWWE Yep. You can guess what for.
CodyRhodesWWE TheDeanAmbrose Oh Dean you didn't? *sad emoji* You poor thing. He's a prick *hug emoji*
TheDeanAmbrose CodyRhodesWWE I asked for it didn';t I. Don't feel sorry for me.
CodyRhodesWWE TheDeanAmbrose Am available for hugs if you need them : ) x
TheDeanAmbrose CodyRhodesWWE Thanks. Want to get out this room . DW. Wont hit on u.
CodyRhodesWWE TheDeanAmbrose Never thought that. Know a cry for help when I see 1. Room 459 x.
Sorry this was up so late! And that it's still a week behind. I thought this past Raw wasn't as good as the post-Payback show and with the NXT segment I thought the chapter was long enough!
So Centon are ALMOST back together. John has grown a set and realised Zack isn't as threatening as he tries to be. And Randal made his move. I couldn't keep them apart forever. Sorry!
Shade still at it like rabbits. I genuinely can't at this point think of drama for them. They're too manly to be drama queens!
Oh Dean :( You silly, silly boy. And I know the previous chapter closed with Dolph involved but last week's Smackdown with Dolph vs Seth gave me the idea. And gave Seth a legit reason to want to fight him. He's going to fight to reclaim Dean.