When Raw Wraps OR Total Superstars

by DashingJetBlack

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

14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Thanks a lot for the reviews! We're going to immediately kick off from this week's Raw. I'm going to gloss over the hideous poisoning of Stephanie segment and focus on the good stuff...Ambrollins feud and STARDUST! Sorry but Coddles is going to feature in this!

Oh by the way, end of the chapter, have Spotify open and play the two mentioned songs to embrace the effect. Haha!

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Cleveland, Ohio.

Seth Rollins was exiting his rental. Being a member of the Authority hadn't sunk in yet. He wanted to enjoy this career upsurge but it was difficult. Smackdown was horrible. He'd got a very satisfying win over that smug prick Ziggler (he swore the bookers had bugged him last week because the day after his now ex banged the blonde dickhead he was then put in a match against him!) but having to fight a furious Dean was horrible. At least before they were in a relationship and feuding just fuelled the bedroom fire, but now they were bitter rivals and the punches from Dean were for real. Dean seemed to have turned into Stanley Kowalski on meth on Smackdown and was reverting back to his old psychotic indie persona, both on and off screen. He'd heard the tales from Roman all week. Dean had been going out to gay bars every night after live events and ending up in some creep's bed. Dean the slut was back.

Seth would happily kill Ziggler. The dust had barely settled before that bastard had muscled in on Dean. And it was like the last 3 years had never happened. Even Triple H had been asking if things were OK. Seth had firmly replied yes and that he'll do anything that they asked him to push him as a corporate stooge and top heel. He had to man up and just fight Dean. He had kind of brought this on himself by keeping his heel turn from Dean. He should have known Dean would go off on the deep end.

"Hey," came a deep voice.

"Oh. Hi Rome. Don't be caught talking to your former business partner," snarked Seth.

Roman shook his head.

"I'm legit concerned about you man," he rumbled, clutching his script, "Especially after what I've just had the misfortune to find out."

"What? What have you found out?" snapped Seth.

"Dean. Well he's sorta back home so he got here last night," Roman mumbled, avoiding his ex tag partner's eyes, "And uh, when I got here...he..."

"What?!"

"Well he was getting out of this rotten beat up Buick with two other guys in it...older...creepy looking."

Seth shut his eyes.

"He's out of control man," Roman said, "You should talk."

"When he's not trying to rip my skin off on TV?" Seth said incredulously.

"C'mon man, he's upset," Roman replied.

"So upset he's getting fucked by strangers every single god-damn night?"

"Maybe it's how he likes to deal with it. Doesn't have to think about how much he misses you?"

"You're such a sap for a big dude Rome."

"Being a father does that," Roman replied, shrugging.

"Has he...uh...tried to make a move on you?" Seth mumbled, fearing the worst. Dean had been SO jealous of how Seth and Roman seemed to click easier than he and Roman had. And he was convinced Seth wanted Roman in him.

The large Samoan avoided Seth;s gaze.

"Yeah," he rumbled, "Walks around the locker room in his jockstrap. I told him to back it up. He thought I meant...I had to smack him to snap him out of it. He got major pissed and then went off on this rant about not being good enough for my tastes and stuff."

"And the fact that you're one hundred per cent straight.." sighed Seth, "He won't listen."

"Don't look at his Twitter, I'm amazed they havent hauled him up for the shit he posts," Roman said, "Seriously, he's always getting his ass out."

Seth felt sick.

He opened his phone, unable to take the suspense.

TheDeanAmbrose Hot night last night ; ) Two Daddies played with me.

Seth exited the Twitter app in disgust.

"Why is nobody helping him?" he huffed.

"You could by telling him about going Corporate!" Roman said, "Face it man, this is your doing and you made your bed."

"I know," sighed Seth, too defeated to fight back, "Suppose I better go in."

"I got your back still OK," Roman said, "I think he has been hanging out with Rhodes a couple of times."

"No fucking wonder he's gone back to his old ways! Rhodes was a ho back in the day and all!" Seth erupted.

"Actually, when he has been hanging out with Rhodes, he's not gone out and done shit," Roman replied.

"Oh...OK," Seth said.

"Ziggler had Rhodes before...y'know..." Roman began.

"OK Ziggler's a fucking douchebag cunt," Seth snarled, "Does he just wait until guys break up and then move in to pick at the leftovers?! What a fucking vulture!"

"Looks like it," Roman said, "By the way. You've got him tonight."

"Great...I'm gonna fucking work stiff on his twerking ass," Seth growled, "Hometown boy or not."

"I think even Vince has heard stuff," Roman said, "He's done the show tonight. Hey. Guess what I'm doing?"

"Romancing someone?"

"Nope. Poisoning Stephanie. She's gonna yak all over Vickie. And then I'm in a battle royal to find another opponent for the title match."

"That's awesome man...I mean the battle royal," Seth said, "I better go prepare to face a blonde dickhead. See ya later."

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Dean was sat in Catering alone. His ass hurt from last night. Two downtown older men had been very rough with him, tag teaming him. He'd fucking loved it. He'd turned down the ketamine they'd offered him but took a lot of poppers.

Cody had been such a willing ear last Monday night. But Dean had got the urge back in the cold light of day to start sleeping around again. That way he wouldn't have to think of Seth. And then they had Seth face Dolph on Smackdown. But Cody had been off for most of last week. So Dean had just gone out cock hunting. Sure he';d had some good fucks but none of them were Seth.

A shadow fell across him.

"Well hey there."

Dean looked up.

The smug grinning face of Cleveland's own Dolph Ziggler.

"Hey," mumbled Dean, swigging his diet soda.

"Doing anything after the show?" asked Dolph.

"Not at the moment," Dean replied.

"Funny, I forget you're an Ohio boy just like yours truly," the blonde replied, "No wonder we had such a good time last week."

"I don't talk, I just fuck," Dean said shrugging.

"You're the best ass I've had so far," Dolph said, "Man, I bust a few nuts thinking about how slutty you were for me."

"Cool...I guess," Dean said.

Dolph shuffled closer and reached across, stroking inside Dean's leg, hidden under the ugly, cheap, baggy jeans he was wearing as part of his updated costume. Dean moaned at the touch. Ziggler was an ass. But he knew how to talk the talk and make a move.

"I got your ex again, funny how they keep doing that," Dolph continued, stroking and enjoying the moans from his prey, "Must turn you on so much."

"Not really...Colby's a selfish cunt," Dean murmured, "Ohh fuck...Nick...stop..."

"Getting you wet am I?" teased Dolph, "Could always do a quickie...we got ages before the show starts."

"I uh...still...last night...bit...uh...sore," confessed Dean.

Dolph wasn't put off by how much of a whore Dean was. That';s what turned him on. Dean being the easiest ride in professional wrestling. Kelly Kelly in a tight vest and ugly jeans. Only with a tighter pussy.

"You know you want it," purred Dolph, unzipping the fly of Dean's jeans under the table and slowly running his finger not on Dean's hardening cock but his smooth thigh.

"Ohhhh..." moaned Dean. He reached over to Dolph's trunks and unzipped them.

"Jesus man you do want it!" gasped Dolph as Dean disappeared under the table.

"Yeah I do," moaned Dean and he began to suck Dolph off right there in the middle of catering. He was going to think about Seth and he couldn't. He needed to be distracted. Keep his time with Seth to the bare minimum. And Dolph tasted so masculine. Mmm.

Dolph was moaning and fucking Dean;'s mouth, trying to not draw attention to the fact that he was getting head at work where anybody could see.

Dean released Dolph and peeped up at him from under the table, a wild-eyed grin on his face.

"Wanna fuck me?"

"Find somewhere private, man!" gasped Dolph.

Dean slithered out from under the table.

"Restroom."

Dolph shrugged. Hey. Anywhere was cool with him. He was a man with blue balls and here was a more than willing piece of ass. Lately he was preferring to screw dudes rather than chicks. Well mainly because he now happened to work with someone as easy to talk into dropping his pants as Dean. Cody he wouldn't touch again. Hot body, hot ass, incredible mouth...but a little bit wrong in the head as far was DOlph was concerned. He screamed freaking Mathews' name during sex...someone Dolph saw as far, far beneath his good self. He had no qualms being Dean';s go to fuck buddy. Meant he didn't have to use his hand.

He zipped his trunks up and began to follow Dean, being careful not to be too close and be really obvious.

Dean found the mens room and padded inside, shooting a slutty smirk over his shoulder.

Dolph walked inside a minute or two later. The far stall was locked. He knocked the door.

It unbolted and Dean greeted him. His jeans and shoes (he'd been commando...having forgotten his underwear from last night's tricks) were thrown in the corner and he was in just his black vest. Dolph crept inside and Dean attacked his mouth with whimpers.

"You're a wild one arencha," Dolph growled, grabbing that smooth bubble ass, "You need careful handling."

"Don't pussy out on me now Nemeth," snarled Dean.

"Bend over."

Dean didn't need telling twice. He turned around and did just that, pulling his ass cheeks open. The two tricks had used a condom. Dolph was the only guy since his breakup who';d gone bare.

Dolph kneeled down and began to eat his eager partner out.

"Ohhhh FUCK!" snarled Dean, "Yeh...fuck yeah...eat it.."

Dolph continued to rim Dean's smooth, tight ass. Dean's rough, gravelly voice just sounded so fucking hot.

Dean was jerking his cock, moaning at the contact, trying hard to not imagine Seth.

Dolph unzipped his trunks once more and lowered them to his padded knees. He spat on his hand once more and coated his hard cock. He figured he'd been inside that ass once bare. He'll risk it. Dean looked like such a low-rent cheap fuck. Dolph will treat him as such. He stood behind Dean who held his ass open once more and leaned forward.

Dean cried out as he was painfully entered. Ow. Ow. He was sure this didn't hurt as much last week. But he hadn't been roughly pounded not twelve hours previous by two truckers that time. And he wished just one of his fucks had looked at his face...every one of them wanted to take him from behind. And none of them let him cum by himself. He always had to finish himself off. Actually the guy he had on Thursday night had jerked him. But he missed being made to feel like a partner rather than just a hole. They'd all said what a great tight ass he'd got. But none of them were Seth.

He was going to make sure Dolph didn't pull out until he, Dean had cum.

Dolph began to pound hard, yanking Dean's tousled, unruly hair right back. Dean cried out. Oh yes! His spot was being hit just right. Oh fuck yeah!

"More!"

"Damn you want it bad."

"Fuck yeah I do."

His voice was growly and dirty.

Dolph fucking loved it.

He spanked Dean hard and continued to wreck that ass. Could he make the dude blow his nut without jerking it? He'd gotten Cody to bust by himself after all.

"Oh yeah...yeah...just there Nick..."

Yes. Moan his name bitch.

Dean turned around, or tried to with his head pulled back. Dolph devoured his hungry mouth and continued to pound.

Dean's moans were getting louder.

And louder.

He was close.

Closer than he thought.

Maybe it was the thrill of being at work.

Oh fuck.

"OH FUCK YEAH NICK!"

Dean couldn't help it...his body convulsed as ropes of semen sprayed the tiled wall and the toilet in front of their sweaty writhing forms in this cramped stall. Dolph had just made him cum. Fuck yes.

Dolph was getting closer...his ego boosted by hearing Dean scream his name and watching Dean blow his load unaided. Oh fuck yeah. He owned that ass. Dean leaned forward to give Dolph more space to pound him.

Oh yeah! Still hitting his spot. Dolph carried on long enough he could get him to cum again!

Dolph grabbed Dean's shoulder as he jackrabbited his fellow Ohio native...oh fuck...he was close.

He growled and grunted as he too went over the edge.

"Oh yeah...shoot in me..." moaned Dean.

Oh fuck. Dolph forgot to pull out.

Oh well.

Dean clenched his hole and took everything.

Wow.

He was a great fuck. Dolph wanted a piece of that again. Deffo.

He pulled out of Dean.

Dean turned around.

"Come here," he grunted and kissed Dolph slurpily.

Dolph kissed him back, reluctantly. Now he'd shot his wad, he wanted to go back and get some eats before the show. No romance. He wasn't into that shit with dudes. Dudes were for fucking. Nothing more.

"You're amazing Nick," panted Dean.

"Thanks," Dolph replied, zipping up. He unbolted the door before Dean could even redress, "See ya later man."

"You know, I'm...not doing anything after the show," Dean smiled.

"Calm it," Dolph said, "Look...see ya later, yeah?"

He unbolted the door and went to the sink.

Dean sat down on the unforgiving cold plastic of the closed toilet seat as he heard Dolph...wash his hands?

Now he felt even more dirty and used.

WHy?

Why did he just let that asshole use him AGAIN? One grope and Dean was anybody's! Dean stood up. He had to shower. Did they have showers here? He groaned a little. He quickly lifted the seat. He had to get Dolph...out. So to speak.

Once he was dressed he went and began to feverishly soap up his arms...chest...back...anywhere that his vest exposed...to try and feel less dirty. It was awkward and clumsy but he felt a bit cleaner. Not where it mattered but at least he couldn't smell Dolph';s cologne on him now. Next time he'll say no. Next time? There won't be a next time. Cody had been so nice to him, and told him how bad anonymous fucking could be. It was never a substitute for a relationship. Cody had told him what Tye Dillinger/SHawn Spears had told him, Cody, all those years ago. Now Dean truly saw why. Especially as he'd let Dolph cum inside him. Only Seth had done that. For all his slutting about, Dean always made them wrap it. Until DOlph.

He'd almost asked Dolph on a fucking DATE...and then the blonde prick had just walked out on him! Dean studied his reflection, taking in his messy hair, his sweaty, flushed skin and his gold earring. He looked like a small town crook from a filthy low boozer. Who'd want him? Who'd want to date him? He was a cheap fuck. And that's all he'll ever be.

Seth had made him feel so wanted. And he'd still let his fierce jealousy and insecurity ruin their relationship.

Maybe it was a mark of how Dean had grown in the last few years. Rated M for Moxley seemed so...tacky. He hadn't even mentioned that once to Dolph. When the few tricks from last week had asked his name, he'd told them his real name. They'd not asked his surname. And none of them were wrestling fans. Which was lucky. He couldn't even risk it if anyone recognised him. The ring rat blogs were everywhere. Someone would dish the dirt somewhere.

The door to the bathroom opened.

"Oh...hey."

Cody.

Dean almost didn't recognise him.

His hair had almost been shaved off. And he was wearing his fake glasses.

"Hey..." mumbled Dean.

"How you been?" asked the ravenette.

"Been better," confessed Dean, "Good vacation?"

"A few days back home...meh," Cody replied, "You talked to Seth yet?"

"Er..."

"Dean..."

"I can't!"

"You've been fucking about haven't you?"

"How could you tell?"

"Because I read your tweets?"

"Ah.."

"You can't keep doing that, it won't win Seth back!" Cody said, "Opening your legs to anything in pants is no subsitute for a real relationship!"

"Hark who's talking!" hit back Dean, "How many have you had since Josh dumped you? Oh yeah, four, including Ziggler?"

He felt sick even saying the blonde's name.

Cody observed Dean wince.

"Oh Dean...sweetie...you didn't..?"

"Yeah go on preach! Preach! I let him fuck me right here in this restroom!"

"Thought I could smell jizz," Cody remarked, "Oh jesus...I thought after that talk..."

"I know...nobody else talked to me...he came over..."

"Dean.." Cody went and rubbed his shoulders comfortingly, "You're worth so much more than that!"

"Am I? Look at me Cody, I look like a dirty hillbilly from Snakebite, Florida! Who'd want a relationship with the likes of me? I look like Marlon Brando in a Streetcar Named Desire on fucking crack!"

"Surprised you know the movie," Cody remarked, "And don;t say that Dean."

"Alright for you, a hottie like you has no trouble getting laid," Dean snapped, "I'd give a right arm to look like you!"

"You won't say that later," Cody said, a small smile on his pretty face, "Don't tell anyone you've seen me, OK?"

"Why?"

"Just...OK...only Dustin, Vince, Hunter and Stephanie know I'm here," Cody said, "Hey. Hug. Now."

Dean sighed and let the adorable ravenette hug him. Cody was so good at hugs. Dean realised how wrong he'd been about Cody. He was a nice guy under his bitchy, sassy front. They'd both found out loads about the other last Monday night. And Cody was in the same boat as him.

"You should talk to Seth," Cody said after a silence, "He'd appreciate it...you're feuding after all...least keep the fueding to TV."

"Like he'd touch me after the way I've been."

"You're hurting. And trying to avoid thinking about him. I know because that's why I started sleeping around."

"When you weren't sleeping with your wife."

"Hush."

"Sorry."

"I know he's here," Cody said sadly, "I saw Paige as I came in...and of course she was with him and Summer...they didn't see me...it's why I hid in here."

"Is that what you meant by not telling anyone you're here?" asked Dean.

Cody nodded.

"What about Curtis Axel, he's your best bud?"

"It's best if I keep it to a minimum. I've told him I'll see him soon. And that's it."

"You're hiding stuff."

"Am I?"

"Yeah. And I don't know you as well as others.."

Cody giggled.

"Look at the time, better go get some food," he said, "Gonna head downtown rather than here. If you can't face Seth...join me if you like."

"People will talk, say I'm after you next," Dean said dryly.

"Dean, you're sweet, but I'm not into you," Cody smiled.

"You look like a model but you're not my type either," Dean said.

Cody pulled a beanie out of his backpack, still as always strapped around the front like a little boy, and placed it on his head.

"You haven't got a spare?" asked Dean, not in the mood for wild Tumblr girls.

"Yup, it's my favourite Triforce one so take good care of it," Cody replied, rummaging in his bag and locating said hat before handing it to Dean.

---

John Cena was lifting some weights in his tour bus. His spirits had been lifted a fair amount recently. He wasn't going to lie, having Randy back in his life had been the best thing in recent weeks that had happened to him. But Randy had been off to get an injury seen to. And tweeting mischievous photos of himself sunbathing in tight shorts purely to get John's pulse racing.

John even tolerated Zack. Sure, he still had to tap that ass most nights. But thinking of Randy. He hated having to confess that bit to Randy. But strangely, Randy didn't blow up at him. Maybe at last, Randy had grown up a little and stopped being so jealous. John had assured him he'd thought of the Missouri native every time. Randy had actually gotten off on being John's secret affair. He'd got one over on his arch-love-rival Ryder and that was enough to beat his green-eyed monster into submission. So he'd flooded John's phone (well, Snapchat) with naughty nudes so John wouldn't get caught out. So thoughtful. Ephemeral messaging was a Godsend. John had resisted the urge hard to take screenshots.

Zack was luckily out today (albeit spending John's money on clothes) so the Cenation leader was enjoying some much-needed downtime. He grunted and his sculpted torso was sheened with sweat. The Incredible Hulk indeed.

John did not hear the bus door open.

Or the cheeky footfalls.

He gasped as nimble fingers groped his ample behind and he almost dropped the bar bell.

"What the?"

"Don't tell me nobody's ever felt your ass before? A huge muscular piece of perfection like that?"

Unmistakeable. Gruff, bassy rumble.

Sparkling, piercing blue eyes.

"What are you doing?" John spluttered.

"Coming to see my man?" Randy said, raising his eyebrow.

"You didn;t say you were cleared for tonight," John replied, turning to kiss the mischievous Viper.

"Wanted to surprise you," Randy replied, eagerly returning the kiss, "You alone?"

"Yeah...the ball and chain is out maxing out my plastic downtown," John said.

"Gold digging bitch," snarled Randy, "You should cancel the card so it bounces every time he buys another ugly shirt."

"I can afford it," John said, "But thank you for your concern for my finances."

Randy casually laid back on the bed.

John placed his bar bell down and padded to the bus door, locking it. He felt so naughty. Carrying on with his man behind his rebound's back. Made it more exciting this way. And he and Randy were yet to make things up fully...

He shot his dimpled grin at the younger man as he returned, perching on the bed next to Randy.

"Missed you," purred Randy, pinning John to the bed.

"Bet you did, those Snapchats were filth. Pure filth," John smirked.

"So what do you think?" snarled Randy, "Ready to give me what I want?"

"Randal!"

"I've been waiting long enough," Randy growled, "Please?"

"So romantic," snarked John.

"I';d love a candelit diner-a-deux, night time walk in the park but we haven't got time for that after Raw," Randy said, voice dripping with sarcasm but deep down that's what he would have LOVED. Cleveland had some nice spots after all. But he missed John so much.

"I guess not," John said.

"I see you locked the bus, what are your intentions, John Felix Anthony Cena?" teased Randy, that naughty smile lifting his perfect face.

"I dunno," John smirked, "Depends."

"On what?"

"Whether Queen Randella is serious or just horny?"

"JOHNNY!"

Randy looked pissed off.

John snickered.

"What?"

"Call me Queen Randella again and I'm cutting your dick off."

"Like to see you try. You'd be a bitch from hell if you couldn;t get it at all."

John playfully wrestled Randy to the bed.

"God I hoipe I get to beat your ass tonight," Randy purred, painfully hard.

"If I don't beat yours first."

"Oh...fuck...please..." Randy was a hormonal mess. He was thrashing uselessly beneath John's strong grip. He humped the air.

"You're thirsty aren't you?" grinned John.

He began to kiss Randy's neck. He was going to still test his boy. Keep him waiting just that bit longer. Make sure he was deadly serious.

Randy whimpered at the contact. Oh fuck. John began to move down, lifting the tight black RKO tee and pecking those sculpted, perfect abs. He paused before unbuckling the Prada belt and pulling the buttons and zipper of the expensive jeans apart. Mmmm. Those thighs. He;d missed them. Zack had a fantastic body but he wasn't Randy Orton. And Randy was sporting tiny briefs that only just contained his sizeable hardon. Oh the minx.

Randy was willing to just submit and let John pleasure him. Oh John.

"Like them?" he rumbled.

"Another new pair?"

"Of course."

John began to pull the jeans down those amazing copper hued legs and removed Randy's loafers and socks. Randy eagerly peeled his tee off. For once he didn;t want to be rushed. John had no intention of doing so. He grinned at Randy. Randy smiled back. His blue eyes glittering.

"Love you..." he moaned, barely audible.

"Love you too," John replied, leaning over to peck those bristled lips.

"Please Johnny..."

"Sssh...no talking, just enjoy it."

John had a mischeivous smirk going on as he leaned back to Randy's torso before biting on the waistband of the Viper's briefs and pulled down, Randy's leaking cock springing free. John whipped them off him and began to softly jerk his boy off.

Randy whined and moaned, humping the air.

So far, their rendezvous had only been blowjobs, always for John by Randy. This time John was going to pleasure Randy.

John's fingers wandered down, caressing the younger man's balls, enjoying the thrashing and moaning before at last, touching his boy's entrance.

"Johnnnyyy..."

"Sssh."

John reached under the bed.

Menthol lube.

He'd refused to use THAT on Zack.

Somehow he'd always known Randy would be back.

He coated two fingers and then shuffled up the bed to lock eyes with Randy as he reached between those legs and finally...thankfully...entered him.

"Ohhhh fuck...Johnny..."

John grinned and began to ever-so-slowly finger, scissoring. He knew what he was doing. He had no intention of taking Randy. Cesaro had told him this over beers...you;ll be surprised how much your fingers can drive a man wild...

So John was just going to finger Randy. Foreplay. Keep him keen.

Randy's legs shot up and spread open, giving John full access. He was in so much ecstasy...oh wow...this felt...so good...just being touched...John taking his time. Oh John..

He was whining and moaning.

John pushed against Randy's prostate.

"OhhhhH!"

A deep, bassy grumble. Dripping with pleasure.

John had Randy in the palm of his hand. Or on the end of his finger. But anyway. He was going to jerk Randy without touching the younger man's cock. He hadn't done this in years.

"Ohhhh Johnny...fuck...you've not done this to me in fucking years..."

"Like it?"

Randy nodded.

Oh God!

This was...fucking incredible...why hadn't John taken it long and slow with him sooner..

"Let go..." John growled, voice low, "Baby..."

Randy whimpered.

John could ask him to do anything and he'd do it just to prolong this.

That perfect body was slowly writhing.

This was better than any porn in the world. And all John was using was two fingers.

"Johnny...don't stop!"

"No intention baby.."

"Johnny...oh...fuck...fuck...fucking...Johnny...!"

John pushed that little bit harder.

Randy cried out.

"Easy tiger," grinned John.

"Fucking...don't stop!"

Randy sounded desperate. Desperate to blow his load.

John jerked Randy;s dick a few times, making sure to keep his grip at the base. What? He'd read up on how to pleasure a bottom in his time.

Randy could barely cope. His senses were in overdrive.

He looked up at the mirror.

Soon.

Soon he would see John inside him, fucking him. Making love to him again.

Making him scream.

He lifted his ass up off the bed.

He wished John would be fully inside him.

But this was just as good.

"Johnny...!"

John continued to finger and jerk the base. He wanted Randy to cum without his hands.

The whimpers, rumbles and groans were telling him Randy was on the road to orgasm.

He stopped jerking and just concentrated on fingering.

Randy's legs were spread as wide as he could go.

"OhhhH!"

"C'mon baby...shoot yer wad for me."

John deliberately turned up his New England accent.

Randy was getting close.

He'd never cum from being fingered before.

Could he?

John kept the Thuganomics thing up and he definitely would.

John loved watching his boy lose his shit. Randy was so bottom. Without the fem-ness. Mostly. When he wasn't telling John off for not ironing his clothes or messing up his house, hotel or tour bus. or his collection of fast cars.

Randy could feel it shooting up his lower back. This was going to be intense. So fucking intense. He couldn't stop it. Keep pressing his spot...John please...Oh John...Oh John...his moans increased in volume into cries...he didn't care..he felt so good...this was a better feeling than any drugs...oh fuck...he couldn't hold it...yes John...keep at it...oh fuck.

Randy finally exploded, and his bristled mouth opened wide and he let out a strangled, bassy scream that rattled the windows of the bus as hot semen sprayed his dark bronze abs, burning on its way out, the knowledge that it was the man he was crazy about and had been since he was a kid of 21 only serving to intensify the sensation.

John was gobsmacked at just how much Randy got off on this. Wow. He wished he'd filmed it as this was the ultimate porn. And just from fingers! John owed Cesaro a million beers.

Randy, gasping, leane dup and yanked John in a passionate embrace, their lips smashing together.

"Oh fuck...you're a fucking God...I love you.."

"Hey hey...that's just the nut talking," chuckled John.

"I mean it Johnny...love you so much...won't ever...abuse the shit again...please...love you."

"I know baby, I know...I love you too..."

John prised Randy off his face. The Viper immediately yanked him right back down and hungrily groped the front of the West Newbury native's khaki shorts. John slapped the copper hand away.

"You've been doing it to me all week, today was my turn," he grinned, "Relax."

"Don't want to relax," grunted Randy, before taking in the messy tour bus.

"So..." John said loudly, "Shall we head into the arena?"

Randy immediately pulled on his briefs and sprung off the bed. Instantly, he began to pick up the empty protein shake bottles, protein bar wrappers...soda cans...empty water bottles, tossing them into the waste paper bin only to realise it was overflowing. With a growl of rage he stomped into the little kitchenette and returned with a black bin bag, angrily shoving all the rubbish into.

John was shaking with suppressed laughter. Oh jesus. Even at a time like this...

"WHAT YOU SMIRKING AT YOU DIRTY BASTARD?!" snarled Randy, startling John, "LOOK AT THIS FUCKING BUS! THIS HALF MILLION DOLLAR TOUR BUS!"

"I uh...got behind..." John spluttered, trying SO hard not to howl with laughter.

Randy thrust the rubbish bag into the bigger man;s enormous arms.

"We, that includes YOU, you lazy trogdolyte, are going to clean this fucking bus from cab to back end RIGHT NOW!"

"Randal...Raw..."

"FUCK RAW AND START CLEANING CENA!"

John, defeated, began to continue stuffing his rubbish into the bag. Oh Randy. If only the fans could see him now. His sexy live in male maid. Randy now had bright yellow and hideous rubber gloves on his inked arms and was raiding the cupboards for cleaning stuff. He stomped into the bathroom and made a loud gagging sound.

"Oh it's not that bad," John said.

"DO YOU CALL THIS CLEAN?!"

"Er...yeah..?"

SLAM!

The door slammed shut and John could hear bassy, furious chuntering and the sound of cleaner being sprayed. John collapsed on the bed, howling with silent mirth. He should so film Randy on one of his mess rants. No wonder he had hypermobile shoulders. He almost forgot that Zack was due back at any minute.

John supposed he better pull his weight and strip the bed. It stank of Zack's cologne and sweat. No wonder Randy was incensed, he conceded.

John had made the bed with fresh linen and dusted the shelves of the bed area before Randy had reappeared with a bulging bag of rubbish from the little bathroom.

"What's in there?" asked John.

"Oh just some dirty toothbrushes, bottles of cheap Walmart shower stuff," Randy growled.

"You didn't?"

"A half million dollar bus with WALMART shower stuff?"

"Not mine," John said, inwardly chuckling. Randy. Still a bitch. He was throwing all of Zack;s personal things in the bin. John could tell by the glint in his eyes. And damn his ass was eating those briefs. John was getting hard again just looking at Randy. He should wear a French Maid's outfit...well...just the apron. Jesus Cena, clean your mind.

"Where's that stinking bed stuff?" snarled Randy, barging past John, bending over right in front of him and picking up the old bed clothes before tossing them into the black bag.

"That could have been laundered and gone to charity," John remarked.

"After that skank's been sleeping and spilling his disgusting fluids on it, the poor and needy deserve far better," spat Randy, tying the bag up before opening yet another.

"I've cleared every bit of rubbish," John pleaded.

"Not quite," Randy said, and began to pick up all of Zack's clothes and tossing them into the new bag, "Some more trash that needs to go."

Oh Randy.

Sod Raw. They can be fashionably late.

This was a tense and charged atmosphere.

Randy knew John;s entire wardrobe virtually so he could easily pick out Zack;s clothes. SOme of the recently-bought designer pieces from Europe he decided to keep for himself. Zack wasn't much smaller in build than him. He'd boil wash them first obviously.

"Randal are you...?"

"They;d look far better on me than on that trashbag whore."

"I did pay for them," admitted John.

"And they're colors I like," Randy smirked, "Oh you."

He pecked John on the lips.

John shot him the dimples. He'd inadvertently picked out stuff for Zack that he liked Randy in. Maybe things were meant to be after all. Who could replace the inimitable Randy Orton in his life?

Randy finished dumping Zack;s clothes into the bag and tied it up. He found the back of an envelope and a pen and began to scrawl.

Unfortunately they missed you when they culled the rest of the dead wood the other week.

All your trash has been extracted from OUR home. Come anywhere near John again Cardona and I'm breaking all your bones. I'll see to it you never wrestle again...even TNA won't want you. Consider this a friendly warning. : )

Kisses,

The Face Of The WWE, 13 time WWE CHampion RKO (RKC) xx

Randy had a grin of triumph as he attached this bitchy note to the clothes bag. John had read it over his shoulder, shaking his head. Oh that vicious viper tongue. The fangs were sharper than ever. And then Randy picked it up along with the two other rubbish bags and tossed them out of the bus door before locking it again behind him.

"Randal you're gonna get me into so much trouble," chuckled John.

"So?"

Randy removed his rubber gloves and dusted off his hands.

"Come here you little..." growled John and he lunged for Randy, picking him up onto his shoulders before AA'ing him onto the bed, the long legs almost knocking the mirror off the ceiling. John feverishly unbuttoned and took down his khakis before clambering onto the bed and devouring those bristled lips. He wanted Randy. Right now.

It had been enough time. He was sure Randy could get off once more. He was still young.

"Fuck yeah," growled Randy, "Take me...please..."

"Just what I'm gonna goddamn do Orton."

Randy moaned and raised his legs. Enough messing about. Just fuck him. Please. Be his again.

"Take your panties off!" John rasped, adopting his full Word Life persona.

Randy could not shed his briefs fast enough. His cock was already rock hard.

He tossed the lube to John who shucke doff his boxers and began to coat his weeping cock. John was aching to get off. And he wanted to do it inside the man he still loved more than anyone.

"Don't mess about Johnny...you prepped me more than enough earlier.."

John kneeled between Randy's open legs and aimed...entering him first time...oh wow...he'd missed this SO much. The tight warm heat...the bassy whimper as Randy FINALLY got what he craved.

"OH FUCK!" yelled Randy. He was not going to be quiet. Fuck it. His beloved John was back where he belonged. Inside him. And John's eyes were glittering. Randy moaned and began to hungrily kiss John before resting his callused hand on the handsome, dimpled face.

"Missed you..." he whined.

"I've missed you too baby.."

"Love me Johnny..."

John loved it when Randy got sappy. And when Randy got slutty. Everything about Randy damnit. Randy wrapped his long legs around his hulk possessively, locking him in. Dave WHO? Bryan WHO? How could he have been so fucking stupid?

John was touching his prostate perfectly.

This man was the fucking best...13 years on and still the best sex the Missouri native had ever had.

John began to thrust in and out, using his huge, powerful thighs to really see to Randy...to satisfy him totally...show him what he'd missed...remind him what they had together. Randy threw his head back and cried out immodestly, locking his long, inked arms around John's thick sinewy neck, snapping his hips to meet John halfway.

John was not going to last. God-damn he was horny and because it was RANDY he was in again. How could he have ever considered Zack...? Well he'd had no choice because Randy cheated on him...forget it now...what mattered most was that right now, Randy was in his rightful place. John's bed.

"Ohhh..fuck...JOHNNY!"

John began to slow down, not wanting to rush him.

Randy just let out moan after satisfied moan.

John grinned as he pulled almost all the way before slamming HARD back into him.

Randy let out an involuntary scream as his prostate just got nailed.

John loved making the Viper scream. He bet nobody else ever could. Not deep-voiced Randy. Only he, John had the privelege of bringing that bass up to a borderline falsetto.

He repeated this.

Randy let out another scream.

"God...damnit...Cena...John...stop...I can't..."

It was too fucking intense. Sweaty, early evening/ late afternoon sex. Oh yes. Fuck it. Carry on John. Nail him. SHow him you were the boss.

John grinned and continued to long fuck his long term partner, speeding up, showing off just how amazingly strong he was, Randy now a wailing, sweaty hot mess, not caring who heard him or how thirsty he looked. He was crying out John's name over and over again...not appreciating John pausing every now and again (to edge)

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

He was getting close again..

John didn't mind waiting even longer to nut. He just wanted to see if he could still make Randy come. He occasionally paused to steal some hungry kisses from the desperate mess that was once Randy Orton beneath him.

Suddenly Randy bellowed John;s name and he convulsed wildy as he came for the second time that day, all up his perfect abs, where his previous load had dried on.

"Don't...stop...please...cum in me..."

His voice was a gloriously masculine rasp.

John continued to pound that perfect ass...he couldn't stop now...he was cussing and growling mannishly...he let out a roar as he finally climaxed, driving deep inside Randy.

Randy wrapped his limp legs tight around John as the elder man kissed him passionately, their bodies soaked in sweat.

John, gasping, just about managed to pull out and lay beside Randy.

"Oh...holy fuck..."

"You're fucking amazing..."

"We gotta...Raw..."

"Don't say Raw again..."

John collapsed into chuckles.

So did Randy.

They fell into another lazy hug and lazy kiss before Randy lay his head on John's trucklike pecs. Awwww. John pecked the buzz cutted head and wrapped his treetrunklike arm around those hypermobile shoulders. Oh yes.

They were back.

---

Wade Barrett pulled his trunks back up over his sore arse as the Irishman stood against the wall next to him backstage. Oh this was so naughty. Arriving early, changing early and getting a bunk up at work yet again. All because Wade wanted to watch the World Cup highlights.

"Can you not go without it for five minutes?" panted Sheamus, already redressed, his grey Fella tee showing clear sweat stains. He'll have to get a new one.

"Well Cena's not answering his bloody phone again," Wade complained.

"So you could have waited?" grinned Sheamus.

"Nope," Wade said.

"It's coming up to six!" Sheamus said, "I've got to go get a new t-shirt!"

"Go shirtless?" shrugged Wade.

"Times like this I wish I hadn't given up smoking!" Sheamus sighed, pulling his phone from the wires box beside them and dialling John's number one more time, "If we don't find John boy in the next five minutes Stephanie's gonna spank all of us!"

"Like you'd complain," Wade teased as Sheamus held the phone to his ear.

"Sup," John said, "Yeah, was gonna call you back."

"Where the bollocking hell are ya?!" Sheamus said, "Vince is looking for you! We're kicking off soon!"

"Alright, alright, I'm just walking to the arena now," John said.

"This better be good," Sheamus said, "See ya mate."

He hung up and beckoned to Wade.

"What now?"

"We go meet him so it looks like he had stuff to sort out."

The two Brits, well Englishman and Irishman padded towards the parking lot. Sure enough, there he was, the green hulk...

"I thought so," Sheamus folded his arms and smirked.

"So not really HIS fault," Wade said, before clapping mockingly, "Halle bloody lujah Cena, you finally shagged him."

Randy looked SO cocky as he held John';s hand.

John shot them both his dimpled smile as he approached, totally without shame.

"Yeah, yeah, be jealous," he teased.

"Good job you're a minute away mate, hey," Sheamus teased, "Don't let Ryder see you Randy."

"Ah," John said.

"You finally ditched him?" Sheamus said, raising a vermilion eyebrow.

"Well...I was going to...only someone got there first when he was having a hissy fit about the mess of the bus.." John sighed.

"Waaay...under the old thumb like before John boy, one nil!" catcalled Wade.

"Yeah yeah, I'll beat you at pool after the show," John said.

"Are those love bites?!" Wade drawled, "As usual Randy is a slag."

"Be jealous," rumbled Randy, folding his arms and looking smug as anything.

"Not of your high maintenance diva arse, poor John, " Wade hit back, "Hey Randy, I think your tampon string is poking out your trunks."

Sheamus howled with laughter.

Randy glowered at him.

"I'm gonna fucking slap you in a minute you English cunt!" he snarled.

"Ladies, ladies," Sheamus teased, "Handbags away, please."

"Don;t you bloody call me a lady!" spat Wade.

"You take his dick, that makes you the lady Barrett," Randy snapped.

"I can fucking take your prissy arse in a bare knuckle fight!" Wade growled, bearing down on Randy.

John and Sheamus were collapsing with mirth. Even when being 'catty' Wade was still ultra-manly and Northern.

"Please...please...save the Dynasty catfight for afters," sighed the Irishman.

"Barrett's salty because Cody quit on him," Randy said triumphantly, folding his arms, that mischeivous grin on his face once more, the one that meant John was shortly going to be clearing up the mess of the fallout of this.

"Where is your former stooge anyway?" asked Wade, "He's ignored my texts and even Goldust was being cagey."

Randy shrugged.

"How should I know?" he grunted.

"I thought he was your bitch," Wade snarked.

"Newsflash it's 2014 not 2009," Randy said, "And I thank you to remember that. Bennett."

"Sorry about him," John said, "He's a little sore."

Sheamus smirked from ear to ear as Randy went scarlet and scuttled back behind John like a scolded kid.

"Oh really? So how many times?"

"Once!" John said, "I'm not eighteen anymore O'Shaugnessy!"

"Quality not quantity...Paddy," sassed Randy, reminding them all alarmingly of Cody with a much deeper voice at that moment.

"Oh bloody hell he's swallowed Cody," sighed Wade, "John mate, we'll see you later when Randella LaKeitha Whoreton is off her period."

He turned and strode away, Sheamus, snickering, following him.

"I'll KICK YOUR ASS BAD NEWS BARRETT!" yelled Randy.

"Cool it!" chuckled John.

"Well he's got up himself since he got Sheamus up him," spat Randy.

"Come on trouble, let's go get food before Hunter gets mad," John said, taking his hand and leading him inside.

---

Josh Mathews was just walking back through the curtain, having worked the dark match as a heel against Xavier Woods. With many of the lower-card heels like Drew, Jinder, JTG and Hawkins now pink slipped, the small announcer was now going to be wrestling as a heel but maintaining a face persona when running the preshow.

He was met by Hunter.

"Oh...hi boss," he said, "Just gonna go start the preshow."

"It's cool, can wait," Hunter said, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Er...sure," Josh said.

"It's nothing bad," the Game said, "Look...are things OK with you and..the other half?"

"We're not together anymore...broke up almost a month ago," Josh replied, avoiding the Game's eyes.

"Oh...right...just with Payback and stuff..."

"Yeah I didn;'t know that was gonna happen either...I haven't seen him really in ages. I try and avoid him...stay professional and all that."

Hunter nodded, looking a little sympathetic.

"Well you're doing a great job in the ring still, you worked Woods stiff," Hunter said, "But can I ask one thing and it's better coming from me than the boss...the Diamond Dust?"

"Yeah...?"

"Can you stop using it...not that you can't do it well...it's just...well that neckbreaker you can pull out of nowhere and as you're a bad guy now..."

"Sure," Josh said, "Can I ask why...is that OK?"

"Er..." Hunter avoided his eyes and Josh was curious, "Just...er...too flashy for a heel...I'll er see you soon kid. Go get your suit on."

"Right away boss."

Well that was odd. Was Hunter hiding something? Josh thought he was doing OK in his match just now. But Hunter didn't say that he wasn't...and Xavier hadn't complained.

"Heeyyy," came the English accent as Josh was greeted by BFF Paige.

"You don;t have to keep hugging me," he mumbled.

"But you look so cute in your colourful ring gear," Paige teased, "Blue and purple...my favourite on you too..." she pinched his cheek to annoy him.

"Quit that," Josh said, "Don't want to make Summer jealous."

"So what did the Game want?"

"He was acting weird. Told me I'm not allowed to use the Face Lift anymore."

"OK.."

"When I asked why...he was really cagey..."

Paige shrugged.

"Hey, least you're not getting bollocked," she said, "I had to get away from the locker room...Randy is all over John like a rash."

"They've just got back together," Josh said, "And from what...C..my ex used to tell me...Randy's big on PDAs now."

"You've got to speak to him," Paige said, "I can't keep hiding you. He'll be back soon."

"With his WIFE," Josh said, "Look...you don't have to..."

"I don't mind," the Divas Champion replied, "And I need someone to mum when Sami's not having a tantrum."

"Oh God, he wants to be Adrian's valet now!" Josh complained, "Even though Adrian...and I...and half the locker room told him it would be a total waste of his talent."

"Can you see him in tight dresses like Lana?" teased Paige as Josh snickered.

"Weirdly yes...he's got the ass for it," chuckled the small man.

"We're getting bitch slapped next time we're back in Florida," the raven haired young girl giggled.

"You mean I will...he'll just chew you out and then point out how you should be treating Summer," Josh replied.

"Oh he knows he can never beat me in a bitching match, he does try bless him," giggled Paige, tossing back her long black hair, "When's he gonna get called up?"

"He won't come to the main without Adrian," Josh said.

"So much for being an Independent Woman," Paige sighed, "I thought he was a sassy ginger ninja who took no shit."

"Behind every great man there's a great woman," Josh said, shrugging.

"Exactly," Paige said, standing behind Josh and chivvying him down the corridor, "So tonight, if your ex is indeed back here, you are going to talk to him."

"But SARAYA..."

"Don't Saraya me young man!"

"I'm thirty three...you're twenty one..."

"Age is just a number Joshua, who's the champion here?"

"Fine, you win. What makes you so sure he's going to be here anyway?"

"DO you not remember last week on Raw? He was finding a 'magnificent partner' for Goldust?"

"Oh...that means it's Sandow in another ridiculous suit..oh God...no...please don't tell me Ted's coming back? Hashtag AWKWARD when Fandango's about..."

"I don't think it is, wayy too obvious," Paige said, "Can't wait though. Oh hi Curtis."

"Hey..." Curtis was bored without Cody. Ryback was in a meeting with Carrano for now.

"Missing your fancy man?"

"He isn't my fancy man! He's my actual boyfriend! You wanna get laid sometime Paige."

"Who says I'm not?" teased the English girl, "But enough about me...you look bored shitless."

"I am...do you know if...oh hey Josh...don't worry about it..I'll ask someone else.."

"You can say his name," Josh sighed, "Cody. There. He does still work here. I can deal with it. He's your bestie."

"Why can't you just talk to him?" Curtis said, "Seriously...all he talks about is you. And how much he misses you! Just pull your head out of your ass and say sorry! He only wants to make stuff right! Now he's gone AWOL and nobody seems to know anything about him!"

"Curtis you don't have to," sighed Josh, "Look...I'll deal with it my way, OK?"

"Please do," Curtis said, "Cos I don't know how many more times he's gonna hit up creeps on Grindr. I'm facing Goldust and whomever he's got lined up this week...probably Sandow in a gold catsuit calling himself Silverdust or some other shit now all the irrelevant hacks have been fired...and I can't even find Goldust to go through our match!"

Two thick arms wrapped around Curtis' middle at that point.

"Hey," rumbled Ryback, "I know something you don't.."

"What?" Curtis pouted, melting into his Big Guy's embrace.

"I know who's tagging with Goldust," grinned the large man.

"Ooh tell me tell me..."

"Nah," smirked Ryback, "Leave it a surprise. Magic of wrestling...oh...hi Josh...didn't see you...yeah..."

"What's going on around here?" Josh huffed, mainly to himself, "I got a preshow to set up...I dunno...ugh...this place...nobody tells you anything anymore."

He stomped off muttering to himself, Paige following him.

Curtis turned to Ryback.

"Seriously...what do you know?" he asked.

"I told you, wait until the show starts, we're on near the end," Ryback said.

Curtis sighed. He could totally see why Josh was pissed...he too felt like people were hiding stuff. Honestly.

---

Backstage Dean Ambrose, a gasping mess, was sat as far as he could from Seth. He'd kicked Seth's ass out there and they liked it. Looked like their feud was hotting up. He'd really had enough tonight. Bad enough Seth was facing Dolph after the seedy little encounter before the show...

By gorilla, Seth was gulping down some water. He padded back towards Catering. Anywhere that wasn't near that smug prick Ziggler. What a douchebag. Seth could totally see why the guy kept having his monster pushes derailed. Fancy Dean saying he, Seth had a very punchable face! Dolph was the smuggest of them all! Seth enjoyed stiffing the blonde punk out there.

"Oy! Rollins!"

Seth turned and rolled his eyes.

"Grow a set Ziggler, I worked stiff on your ass to get more heat," he sighed.

Dolph scowled.

"You're a little bitch," he snapped, "Why does nobody here have real balls? All catty and bitchy like a bunch of chicks! Your ex is just as bad. Oh by the way, you can have him back. I'm done hitting that. His sloppy-ass cunt was blatantly being opened to half of Cleveland last night. And he tried to ask me on a date. No fucking thanks, who knows what I've caught off him."

"YOU LITTLE PRICK!"

Seth threw Dolph against the wall. Hearing him coldy insult Dean and speak of him like he was just a piece of garbage incensed him.

"Dunno why you love that," Dolph continued defiantly, "He's a cheap, trashy whore. I've paid for better holes than that in college!"

"YOU BASTARD..."

"Take your sweaty paws off me Rollins. Go back to Ring Of Honor with your buddy Punk. Seriously. You indie pricks are all the same. THink you deserve respect cos you paid your dues elsewhere. I dunno why you thought you could change a mess like Ambrose. He probably sucked Hunter to get his job!"

"Well who do you do to keep yours cos you can';t keep your punk-ass mouth shut in interviews!" Seth spat.

"Better than kissing corporate ass to get a push. You used to be so cool Rollins!"

"What is this? TUmblr?" snarked Seth, releasing Dolph.

"Whatever. I have my dignity and self respect," spat Dolph. He stormed away down the corridor.

"Prick," snarled Seth.

He decided to head over to Catering to get a drink. And then had the misfortune to walk right by the set of the ipecac prank result. Ugh. Oh well. Proof that nobody was safe from on screen humiliation. Seriously would Roman even do that? Seth had worked with the guy for two years and knew his screen gimmick through and through after all. He wandered into Catering and picked up a bottle of water. And then found himself face to face with his ex. Dean couldn't resist it.

"I've said all I need to say on TV," Seth said, not wanting to make a scene whilst Raw was on air.

"Oh that's right Colby, just use me as a stepping stone," snarled Dean, "Like the last 3 years meant nothing! Just like you didn't tell me you were going over me! Real nice."

"Please," sighed Seth, "Not now."

"Why? You afraid of everyone else knowing what a selfish coward you are?" Dean challenged, raising his voice.

"Keep your voice down."

"Why? Why? Am I embarrassing you? Huh?! Huh?!" Dean was now getting right in his ex's face.

Seth really didn't want to fight even though this was all totally his fault.

"You're only embarrassing yourself," he muttered, uncomfortably aware of Epico and Primo, Dean's nemeses watching this whole spectacle and sneering.

"Fight me like a man Colby!" yelled Dean, "Come on then! Let's do it! No prancing about! You think you're so amazing because youre from the indies! Well newsflash! So am I!"

"You're making an exhibition of yourself," Seth said, turning his back on Dean. Big mistake. Huge.

"Coward."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks. Ziggler was far better."

OK that was it. Seth whipped right back around, his face a mask of fury. His chest was heaving in and out. He stared Dean down, the pair of them regarding one another with deepest loathing. Any sympathy Seth had felt when Dolph was trashing Dean to him had evaporated.

"I should have done this ages ago," spat Dean and he slapped Seth hard around the face, causing the Armenian to stumble back and almost send the food table careering over. Seth held his face, fury boiling up. No. Don't react. It's what he wants. He bit his lip hard and just chose to glare at Dean who was looking madder by the minute, his blue eyes popping wildily and morphing into his psychotic screen gimmick totally.

"Whats the matter Lopez? Chicken shit to fight back? Huh?!"

"Get the fuck out my sight."

"You make me fucking sick anyway. Corporate kiss ass. You fucking betrayed me. Live with that for the rest of your amazing career."

Dean's voice was shaking.

Seth felt sick.

He watched Dean storm out of Catering.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?!" roared Seth to the room at large as several superstars and divas all goggled at him.

Fuck this. He left the room, wanting nothing more than to be alone.

"Like a bloody episode of Eastenders," Wade remarked.

"Ambrose doesn't do much acting on TV," Sheamus replied, "Seriously, the bloke's a mentalist. Have to say Seth's a nice looking fella. He could do better than that."

"Like who, your ex?" snarked Wade, "After all they're smark favourites."

"So are you," Sheamus reminded him, stung a little by the mention of Daniel, "It's because of the internet you got over again."

"True," conceded Wade, "I know I knock that little poof Cody but I do miss the weird shit he came up with for the JBL and Cole show."

"Is it really their show anymore?" Sheamus remarked, "Wade and Cody show more like. I reckon Slater should just become Clem."

"Cody picked Slater for that n'all," Wade replied, "I thought he hated him."

"Slater's OK now Gabriel's barely around," Sheamus said, "Had a few beers with him."

"Yeah I have an'all," Wade said, "Funny thing is, Cody came up with my whole Bad News shit in the first bleedin' place. He made this joke up about how I'm this old bloke he used to watch wrestle when he was a little kid who literally used to roll up and give bad news to people. And when I was invited onto the show I just thought sod it, use that Bad News Barrett crap. Next thing I know Vince says is the funniest thing he;s ever heard and bam. Here I am."

"So you're always slagging him yet he helped you revitalise your career?" Sheamus said incredulously.

"I guess...in a weird way I suppose...ugh...I like him. Even if he is a big mincing fucking fairy!" growled Wade.

Sheamus chuckled.

"You are a miserable sod tonight," he laughed, "Full on Jim Royle."

"Jim Royle my arse...oh bugger..." Wade huffed.

Sheamus let out a loud belly laugh. Wade could be so funny when he was pissed off. Maybe because he just remained so stubbornly and resolutely English no matter how long he'd lived in America now. On TV and off, he was the same.

Both men cried out suddenly as a huge bin bag was lobbed at them, missing both their heads by inches.

"What the bloody hell?!" roared Wade, springing to his feet.

"What the fuck ya playin' at?" bellowed Sheamus, following suit.

THe pair of them were staring at a scarlet faced Zack Ryder, wearing that ridiculous bunny suit and shaking. He looked so ridiculous that neither of them could hope to be intimidated at all.

Wade got in Zack's face.

"What the bloody fuck's your problem, chucking rubbish bags?!"

"You know perfectly fucking well," Zack choked, voice shaking, "You HELPED didn't you...DIDN'T YOU?!"

"Helped what?!" snapped Wade.

"You...helped...that...that...bitch...ruin my life..."

"What you talking about?" Sheamus snarled, "And you're lucky you're not on the floor having your mad arse beaten black and blue!"

"Fuck you both..."

Zack picked the bag up and stormed away. He wasn't done. Not by a long shot. He knew damn well that they'd assisted in Randy throwing his stuff out the bus. Zack didn't want to upset John so he'd not moved it back in. But rest assured this wasn't over.

---

Raw went on and on.

Layla and Summer's feud progressed in a virtually no contest match.

Roman won the qualifying battle royal.

Paige beat Cameron to continue her winning streak.

And then it was time for the closing matches.

Curtis Axel was stood in the ring with RYback as Goldust came out before his music paused. He looked back up at his other half who was smirking ever so slightly under the darkness and yellow lights. And then...

"Introducing his tag team partner...Stardust!"

And then a new enchanting theme blasted through the arena as a catsuited figure appeared, moving very much like a mime artist, hands in front of their face, clad in gold gloves with a black star motif made up by the joined appendages.

Curtis' jaw dropped as the figure removed their hands and spread them to form a cross shape.

The face was painted gold with a black five-pointed star across the eyes like a robber's mask...a terrifying Joker-like toothy smile lighting up the golden face, framed by pointy black lips.

It was Cody.

He was wearing eerie red contacts and his hair had almost all been shaved off. But no mistaking that dazzling grin.

What the HELL?

Well that was one heck of a way to make an entrance! Curtis struggled to maintain his heel persona as he watched his bestie gurn and mug, moving lightly on his feet alongside his elder brother. He was literally a young Goldust. What a team.

The crowd seemed to absolutely lap it up.

Curtis shot a look up at the preshow booth. He bet his bottom dollar that Josh must have been floored.

It was a fast paced match once the bell sounded. Goldust doing his usual veteran stuff flawlessly. Eventually Stardust was tagged in and so was Curtis. He had no idea how to take Cody. Cody refused to break character so Curtis had to call a few spots. Sometimes this made the job far more exciting to work on the knife's edge like this. Not like he and Cody were newbies at the game. It was a quick back and forth before Curtis found himself in the turnbuckle, Cody shinnying gracefully up it with the agility of a cat, locking his arm around Curtis' neck, tapping his bestie's shoulder.

"Huh?!" Curtis didn';t know what Cody was trying to do.

"Diamond Dust..." Cody rasped, in a voice barely audible and Curtis got in position before the catsuited ravenette somersaulted over his head, Curtis selling the move like it murdered him. Cody slithered in to cover. One. Two. Three.

The arena erupted.

---

Backstage, Paige, Summer and Emma had been watching this on the TV screen in Catering. Several people were reacting with interest and shock. On the whole it was a positive reaction. Apart from the usual bitter suspects like Epico, Primo and Zack.

"What...was that," giggled Emma.

"He looks like a bloody mime artist!" Paige said, "THat was epic!"

"Like Aiden and Goldust had a baby..." put in Summer.

"Oh don't tell him that!" Paige giggled.

"Hadn't you better go up to the preshow panel?" Emma teased, "Go and do your Big Momma thing?"

"Can't yet," Paige replied.

Curtis Axel walked into Catering, still trying to process what just happened out there. He suppose, thinking about it, it was the most obvious thing to have done. Cody had been on a losing streak, he idolised his elder brother on screen and in real life...what better way to breathe new life into the Brotherhood than that? Curtis just couldn't understand why Cody had been so secretive about it. Oh well, it made for a much better reaction. And why had Ryback known and not him? Curtis was Cody's best friend!

"Hiii!" giggled Paige, spotting the bearded man.

"What...was...that...I can;t even...is this real?" Curtis sighed, perching next to her.

"Oh it's real," quipped Summer, "It's amazing."

"I am so going to steal some of his dance moves," Emma said, getting to her feet to go get some more food.

"Shall I go...?" Summer asked, sensing that her other half and Curtis had stuff to discuss.

"You don't have to.." Paige said.

"Oh relax," Summer replied, tossing back her mane of blonde hair, "See you in the car."

"I'm picking the music!" Paige called after her.

"Tomorrow it's my turn!" Summer hit back.

"Won't you get busted for being seen with her?" asked Curtis.

"No!" Paige said defensively. She forgot Curtis didn;t know about her and Summer.

"I mean cos you're a face and she's a heel.." Curtis replied, sensing he'd offended the young English girl.

"Oh...right...sorry...yeah..." Paige giggled airily, hoping she'd covered her tracks. Give it a few months she'll tell more people, "So...Stardust..."

"Yeah...Stardust...different," Curtis said, "Dunno where he's gone."

"Probably to do some backstage stuff?"

Two gold gloved hands appeared in front of Curtis' face.

"What the...?"

"Guess whooooo?"

"The Boogeyman?" Curtis snarked.

"Wrooooonnggg."

"I give up."

"Starrrdust..." Cody removed his hands and then shot Curtis his terrifying Joker smile.

"Can you not...it's freaky," complained Curtis. Cody still had his contacts in.

"You are officially my favourite," Paige remarked, forgetting the drama between the catsuited man and her male BFF completely.

Cody shot a huge grin at her. Eyes wide.

"Whoa!" she shrieked, dropping her title.

Cody sashayed around, putting his hands in front of his face before nipping behind Paige and flinging his arms around her face. He opened them and then shinnied onto the table.

Curtis was totally nonplussed. Cody looked genuinely happy for the first time in weeks. But could he stop that now the cameras were off? But Cody was an old-school 80s fan and was living his gimmick.

"Hi!" Cody beamed, in his normal voice.

"Er...hi.." Curtis replied.

Cody's gold boots rested on Curtis' lap.

"Do you mind?" Curtis complained.

"Like it?" Cody grinned.

"Yeah...wow..." Curtis said, "Way to relight your fire."

"THat was a Take That tune," giggled Paige.

"Hi Paige," Cody said, waving adorably. Or as cute as he could be with those freaky lenses in.

"Hi.." Paige replied, not knowing how to react. Last time they;d spoken their words had been crossed to say the least. She didn;t want to be rude as she was still a relative newbie compared to a seven year veteran like Cody.

"We need to talk," Curtis said.

"Later schmater," Cody replied, "Paaige..."

"Yeah?" the Divas Champion asked.

"Have you seen...?"

She should have guessed.

"Er...yeah...panel..."

"I watched his match," Cody said, "And he used the Diamond Dust..."

"Yeah he did..." Paige said, "That why you used it?"

"Stardust..." Cody did an eerie impression of his brother's signature intake of breath, "Paige...I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you. Really...truly sorry...I deserved everything I got."

"It's OK," the Divas champion sighed, "And I was a bitch for being messenger girl."

"So...do you...think...he...might...want to...?"

"I honestly don't know," Paige said, "I won't interfere. I'll let you do it by yourself."

She got to her feet and left.

"She's right," Curtis put in, "Don't use messengers...go talk to him. It's doing nothing all this hiding."

"But maybe it was fate telling us we weren't going to work," Cody said sadly, "And if he slams the door in my face...he was so cold Curtis...so cold."

"I can't predict stuff," Curtis said, "But, you know whatever happens, I'm here. OK?"

"OK," Cody said, nodding.

He was filled with hope all the same. This new gimmick was the start of a new era. Before he was frustrated with his lack of direction on TV as well as Josh never being here enough. And when Josh was about he'd gotten cocky. This had been one hell of a slice of humble pie to chow down. But it had all been worth it. Cody didn't want to be 'queen bee'. He wasn't interested in stupid vapid gay culture anymore. It was all vodka, glitter, flashing lights, poppers and casual sex. Since the Dolph incident he'd deleted Grindr. That was one thing he'll never do again. His first impression of what he used to call "the slut's app" had been spot on. Nobody ever found love on things like that.

"Cody?" came Dustin's voice.

"Hey," Cody replied.

"You killed it baby boy," his brother said, "Fancy using...your ex's finisher though.."

"Only way I can be connected to him and fits the name.." Cody sighed, feeling his cheeks burn under the gold and black face paint, "Dustin...reckon the panel's open yet?"

"You're so predictable," sighed his brother, "Not until they've wrapped the post-show stuff. Why I'm here. They want us to do an interview for the app."

"Who's conducting it?" Cody asked, his hopes rising.

"Tom Phillips," Dustin said.

Cody's face fell. He'd hoped...so hoped. Oh well. Tom was a sweet kid. And then he looked up once more.

"What?" asked Dustin.

"Ooh...Tom...he's...Joshy's friend...reckon he could...?"

Dustin looked fondly at the eager hope in his brother's painted face. He was like a little boy in that respect. So naive sometimes though he thought he was so worldly.

"Could what?" the Attitude Era legend asked.

"Could...go...talk...to Joshy?"

"Cody...you're twenty-eight, not eight."

"I know but..."

"Fine, ask him once the cameras cut."

---

Up in the preshow booth, the cameras had just wrapped for the post-show discussion. Booker T had already headed downstairs, leaving Josh with Alex Riley. It was almost like the olden days now Alex was once more dating the now-departed Evan Bourne. Josh had been a total mess.

He wasn't going to sugar coat it.

Stardust had knocked him for six. And then some. He'd taken a leaf from JR's book and not read the Raw scripts so he could react to stuff naturally. And Paige hadn't tweeted him or nothing so he;d been totally unprepared for Cody's new look.

And he finally understood everything that happened earlier. Triple H was telling him to stop using the Face Lift (Diamond Dust) because Cody had adopted it. And Ryback clearly must have known before Curtis hence HIS cagey behaviour. Josh could see when the cameras were on Rybaxel that Curtis was just as gobsmacked as he was.

His phone buzzed.

From: Paige

OMG! What do you think of Stardust? xxxx

Oh Paige.

He tapped a reply.

To: Paige

Call me a softie but I think I'm in love again : O x

With a jolt Josh read through it. What? Did he really just admit that?! Oh God he was getting soft in his old age. All resentment for Cody prior had seemingly evaporated...all because of a new gimmick. Wow. THis was why Josh had never wanted to work in any other industry. Professional wrestling had such a unique and magical hold over you once you were in.

From: Paige

about fucking TIME! so all this drama...what for? And his arse in spandex...*heart-eye emojis* *wink faces* xxx

To: Paige

yeah OK, no need to be such a horny bitch : P Guess I got a ton of pride to swallow.

Oh he so did. Josh was stubborn but he knew he'd been a total douchebag. Cody had been a bitch but what he, Josh, had done was cold-blooded and cruel. Splitting up hadn't done either of them any good. He was 33. Getting a little old to jump to the dump. Work on things. Talk. Unlike Cody, Josh hadn't gotten any attention since dumping him. Nobody else interested him.

"I can hear the gears grinding," remarked Alex.

"Yeah..."

"Do I need to ask?" the former wrestler turned commentator asked.

"Nope."

Josh was packing his stuff up, his heart pounding. He felt like a schoolkid whose crush was nearby. This was ridiculous. But anything could happen in WWE. Never a truer mantra. Ask anyone who worked there.

Footsteps sounded on the floor of the podium at that point and Josh looked up to see Tom Phillips.

"Hey," he said, "Something up?"

"Oh, no," Tom replied, "Someone wants to see you."

"Is it Hunter?" asked Josh stupidly.

"Uh-uh."

"Where are they?" Josh asked.

"Backstage once this shit all gets taken down," Tom said, "It's important."

"Oh...OK..." Josh murmured, heart racing. Was he being fired?

Alex just smirked at him.

"What?" snapped Josh.

"You have gone SO red," Alex chuckled.

"Yeah you have," put in Tom.

"Oh quit making fun of me," Josh complained, "I better go find out whats up. Maybe I'm getting an NXT title shot."

He began to make his way backstage amongst the dwindling throng of fans who were obviously hanging about to try and snaffle a photo with a wrestler or an autograph. Josh might be half-wrestler, half-announcer but he wasn't 'important enough' to get harassed by fangirls and wannabe ring rats, so he was backstage before he knew it. He was searching for Hunter.

But Hunter and Stephanie had already left, obviously because Stephanie was a key figure in the Special Olympics. Hence the crass way she'd been written off TV for tonight.

"C'mon Tom, drop a hint, who wants to see me?" Josh asked, "I'm tired and want to get back."

Tom just had this grin going on.

And then Josh jumped as two hands wrapped around his face. Gold gloves. Pushed together. And a familiar, comforting scent just masked by that of the rubber catsuit. He looked down and saw golden boots.

Not wanting to get his hopes up..

"Hi Dustin, what's with the theatrics?"

The hands moved apart and turned so the palms were in front of Josh's face. A black star made whole. Josh knew it. Only Cody...he never did things the rational way.

Josh turned and stared into those eyes, still hidden behind red contacts but unmistakeable.

"Er...Tom, what's going on?" Josh asked stupidly.

"Oh wake up," the young announcer said, "Look I'll catch you at Main Event tomorrow. You got stuff to do."

"Haven't I just...?" Josh sighed as Tom left.

He felt so utterly stupid.

Cody stayed silent as he stayed in the mime-artistesque pose. Josh was reminded of Aiden English in some ways.

And then suddenly Cody relaxed and blinked.

"Hi..." Josh said sheepishly.

"You smell nice," Cody whispered.

Odd way to start.

"Just my usual cologne...the one you bought me for my birthday," Josh mumbled.

Cody couldn't help but smile.

"Joshy..."

"Coddles..."

Cody was warming from within. Hearing that cute higher-pitched voice say his most loved and sometimes hated nickname was more than enough. He knew they had to talk. But not whilst he was still in costume. He reached and stroked Josh's face apprehensively, half expecting the smaller man to bite him.

Josh didn't know what to do or say. He'd done this. And after everything, Cody was the one approaching him when it should have been the other way around. He should have been the one asking Cody for an olive branch as he, Josh had been the one to dump him via a messenger. The lowest and most cowardly way.

SLAP!

Josh stumbled back in horror.

"That was for dumping me using Paige as messenger girl!" Cody sniffled.

"I deserved that," Josh agreed. Ow. A Cody bitch slap hurt even more with gloves, "You can hit me again if you want. I'm an asshole."

"No Joshy...you're mine...always mine..I love you. I'm sorry too...for being a horrible, shallow, vapid, nasty mouthed bitch who didn't appreciate you which made you dump me in the first place."

"We're both assholes then," Josh sighed, holding his stinging cheek.

"Oh God...I really hurt you..."

"It's fine...really..."

"No...let me look..."

The gloved hand removed Josh's ring-covered one and then Cody pecked Josh's cheek, leaving a black kiss.

Josh looked up at him curiously.

Cody smiled.

And then Josh leaned forward and kissed him on the black painted mouth. Cody making the most precious little whines and whimpering squeaks at the back of his throat as he returned it. It was a gentle, soft kiss. But one that both men had been desperate for all the time they'd been apart.

COdy took Josh's hand in his.

"Love you," he whispered.

"Love you too...Stardust."

"Oh you.."

"Miss me?"

"More than you'll ever know Joshy."

Cody kissed Josh one more time.

"I promise you.." he sniffled, "Things will be different...I missed you so much...no more Regina George stuff...just me...the real me..."

"Shut up, you'll spoil your face," Josh replied, failing to hide the wetness streaming down his chubby little cheeks, "It's all I ever asked Coddles...be you. Not acting out the Mean Gay Quotes Twitter account."

Cody reached into a hidden pocket of his catsuit and pulled out the lenseless glasses before placing them on his painted, smudged by tears now, face.

"You look adorable with shaved hair," Josh said, reaching up to feel the mousy buzz cut, "So soft still.."

Cody just leaned forward and nuzzled Josh's suit jacket.

"Coddles...you'll get paint..."

"So?" Nuzzle nuzzle.

"We should go change..."

"You look amazing in that suit.."

"Dont feel it...got all my wrestling gear under it."

Cody linked his arm in Josh's, and his gloved hand took Josh's. He was glowing with happiness. The last few weeks were a blur. He knew they weren't out the woods yet and he appreciated it. But not as much as he was appreciating this moment right now. And he was in no rush to get into bed. Being slutty whilst single made him realise that sex wasn't everything. No connection. Never felt half as good with some random Grindr hookup than with someone he loved. And after picturing Josh when being nailed by a hottie like Dolph...well Cody knew that going after no strings fucks was pointless. When he could be working on salvaging what he and Josh had.

"My rental's just there," Josh said, "We'll go straight to Columbus."

"I don't think I'm booked," Cody replied.

"I might be, plus...Smackdown preshow," Josh said.

"Don't care as long as I get to spend time with you."

Nuzzle nuzzle.

"Coddles...paint..jacket.."

"Looks good with sparkles."

THat adorable grin...even with the creepy paint.

The sound of clapping.

"Paige..." Josh went scarlet.

"Awwwwwwwwwww..." the Divas champion cooed, "Aren't you just too fucking cute?"

"Yeah yeah," mumbled Josh, "Shouldn't you be roadtripping and blasting metal music to Summer?"

"You shared the car with us, remember?"

"Oh...yeah...right..."

"So is he coming with the full paint on?"

Cody grinned.

"Looks like it," Josh said.

"Let me take a selfie then," Paige smirked and she stood in front of Cody, her title over her shoulder and pulled a comical scared face.

The boys followed the young Brit girl towards the rental car. Summer Rae was in the driving seat. As they approached she jumped, not expecting to see Stardust.

"Oh my God...you startled me!" she said.

"He's going to scare tailgaters away," PAige grinned as she got into the passenger seat.

"Oh I got your bags," Summer said to Josh, "Mainly to piss off Epico and Primo I walked into the guys locker room. Ryder called me Big Bird."

"Really?" Josh said, "Don;t go picking fights with guys Summer..."

"I can handle some bitter undercarders," she said, idly playing with her blonde tresses, "Less work than Eva."

"Oh the shade!" Paige teased, "Why don't you quit Total Divas if you hate it that much?"

"Keep the bosses happy," Summer said.

"But you're back on NXT so that's good right?" Josh said, pretending to zip up Cody's bag as the girls shared a kiss..mainly to distract Cody and protect them.

Cody climbed in and pulled his belt across.

He looked so bizarre sat in the car in his full Stardust regalia. But hey, maybe it would scare away tailgaters!

As the engine started and the radio came on, instantly some death metal screamo blasted, startling everyone.

Paige was headbanging like a good'un.

"Only you dancing," Josh teased.

"You do not 'dance' to this," the young girl admonished him.

"Put some 80s on," Josh said, "Feeling a bit slushy tonight."

"Good cos so am I," Summer said, unplugging Paige's phone.

"Hey!" complained the Divas Champ, "Emma NEVER does that."

"We had it all the way here," Summer, "And you did say.."

"Fine...as there's cuteness in the back," Paige sighed but she was smirking.

Summer plugged her phone into the radio instead and scrolled the albums.

First song that came on was Wind Beneath My Wings.

"No...no..." Paige said, "I cannot handle this right now."

"OK OK.."

"Awww I love that," Cody said.

"Yeah but you are the weirdest geek in the world who also likes chick flicks," Josh teased.

"Now you can watch Beaches with me," Cody said "Joshy you'll like it I promise."

Summer scrolled again.

T'Pau, China In Your Hand.

Perfect. She whacked the volume up to full.

And as the song began, Paige began to over dramatically mime the lyrics, filming it on her phone for Instagram. She might be a rock chick but even she couldn't resist a good cheesy power ballad.

"If they spot Coddles in the back it;s gonna look weird," remarked Josh as they pulled out onto the road.

Cody was looking out the window, just taking in the moment, enjoying the old school music, watching the world (well, Ohio,) go by. He was so happy right now. A few people in passing cars did double takes at the gold painted face but it was dark enough to mask him.

"So anyone know what's up with Dean Ambrose?" Paige asked as the song ended.

Only to be followed by Tiffany, I Think We're Alone Now.

"I dunno, don't see him and Seth backstage even though they're feuding," Josh said.

"Cos they've split up," Cody said, breaking his silence.

"Oh...I didn't know," Josh said.

"Been helping Dean," Cody said, "He and I were in the same boat..."

He couldn't face going into that now. Would spoil the moment. Talk about it when they were alone in the hotel.

Plus how could you have a serious conversation with I Think We're Alone Now blasting through the car?

Cody grinned and took his phone out, filming himself lipsyncing to the Tiffany song. This was frightening with the face paint. He sent it to Curtis.

He felt like nothing could spoil the mood right now. It all seemed worth it. He reached for Josh's hand once more and clasped it, looking over at the small man who smiled warmly at him.

---

Awwwwwwwww. Even if I'm the only one who cares, my babies are back together! Stardust gives me about a century of life. YAASSS BITCH.

Centon are back in action. But Zack is hurt and is going to get his own back. Will he target Randy or Shade as they were 'accomplices'? Wait and see.

I get the feeling this chapter may not be well received due to the lack of Shade smut but they have to do more than just screw in every chapter! At the moment they're serving as commentators of sorts but now they might have drama of their own in the form of Zack.

Main drama was of course the Ambrollins. Seth seems to well and truly burned his bridges with Dean now. And Dean is clearly going off the rails but at least he;s got some support in Cody..

As you can see Paige and Summer (their roadtrip videos on Instagram only serve to fuel this pairing more and more!) are solid and showing more signs of open-ness. Sorry if they seem a bit distant...a) they're keeping under wraps, and b)I am shit at writing fem slash. Though I love writing Paige as the wisecracking faghag. Haha!