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.

15. Chapter 15

When Raw Wraps 15

Well I thought I'd leave it a few days before starting the next chapter. Obviously a LOT has happened since the previous one.

Firstly, with Wade off the scene with his shoulder injury for the forseeable future, I'm not sure how much he and Sheamus can do for the enxt few chapters...Ambrollins feud heating up...no more Joshy...and now with the smark's fave diva back on ship...well, we'll see!

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The Money In The Bank pay per view had just minutes ago gone off air, and as per usual, many battered bodies were heading for their Boston hotel rooms, glad to get some rest before Raw.

Seth Rollins was a mixed bag of emotions right now. He kinda guessed he would be the ladder match winner albeit in shady circumstances. And despite all the drama, he was genuinely worried about Dean. Dean had dislocated his shoulder during the ladder match and had begged to have it popped back in DURING THE MATCH before finally heading backstage to have the necessary evil done there before coming back to sabotage Seth's win. Seth knew that the cameras had caught his concern for his now-ex boyfriend. Despite being at bitter war with Dean, both on and off screen now since their acrimonious breakup, he was still worried. Especially with that prick Ziggler taking every oppertunity during the fucking ladder match to stick the boot in under his breath.

After a much needed bath and locking away of the briefcase, Seth decided to head to the hotel bar to see who was about. He could use a few unwinding drinks.

He tied his two tone hair up into a tight bun and shoved a beanie hat over it, as well as removing his contact lenses and replacing them with his glasses. People will still recognise him, especially those DAMN Tumblr girls, but hey, anything to stay anonymous right now.

The bar was pretty swanky here. The Sheraton was a good choice, he remarked. He had to laugh at the memories of that godawful motel back in Minneapolis where he and Dean had wound up next door to a very horny Rybaxel...seemed like a decade ago now.

"Coors light please buddy," he asked the barman.

Man he needed that beer.

"Hey Sheamus, whats up?"

Sheamus was nursing a Guinness.

"Don't ask," the Irishman groaned.

"Not guy drama? A big tough brute like you?" Seth said, turning his bar stool to face the redhead.

"You'll be surprised," sighed Sheamus, "There's some crafty bastards out there."

"Wanna talk about it?" asked Seth, "Don't see Cena."

"He's playing nurse," Sheamus replied, "To Randy. 12 staples."

"Ouch," Seth replied, wincing, "Shoot away man."

"Well I'm pissed off about Wade," Sheamus said, "I'm no Dean Malenko in that ring but that Swagger was lucky I've been restraining myself or his arse would have been kicked from one end of the room to the other."

"How long is he gonna be off?" asked Seth.

"A few months," Sheamus said, "But that's not the worst part. Now my ex has decided to show his ugly face once more."

"Ex?"

Oh. Yeah. Right. Seth didn't know about him and Daniel and that whole hot mess.

"Thought it would have been all over the shop by now," Sheamus snarked, "I'll give you a clue."

He raised his arms and began to do the 'Yes!' motion.

"Ohh...wow...but he's married..."

"So's Cody. So is Miz. Don't you have a beard an'all?"

"Well yeah but...wow..."

"Yeah," Sheamus replied, "Luckily, I've not bumped into Bryan yet...thankfully Brie's also here so hopefully. Hows your old fella?"

"He's not my fella and hasn't been for a month or so," Seth said, "The night I turned heel...was the night he dumped my ass."

"Oh man, sorry to hear that," Sheamus said, "He's been hanging out with Dolph lately...hang on, last week you and him had that big fight didn't you?"

"Oh yeah, you saw...him getting in my face at work. Suppose all the guys are having a good laugh, huh?"

"Nope," Sheamus replied, draining what was left of his Guinness, "Thanks for the chat mate but I'm gonna hit the sack. Might Skype the ball and chain to keep him happy."

"Don't call him that, you'll miss him if he goes," Seth said, wishing he could take his own damn advice.

"Thanks mate..laters."

"Yeah, laters."

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Sheamus made his way out of the bar and across the lobby towards the lifts. He called the lift. Damn. Hurry up. He was tired and irritable.

The doors opened and Sheamus could have died. Seriously? Was someobody up there laughing at him?

Inside the lift were Daniel, Brie and Nikki Bella.

And Daniel's lip curled into the lightest of smirks.

Sheamus painted what he hoped was a jovial if fake smile on his pale, bearded face as he greeted them.

Both Nikki and Brie were being super friendly and it just made him feel even more uncomfortable. He did not like the look on Daniel's face at all. His fucking WIFE was stood right there and the Irishman could just tell this wasn;'t over.

"I'll see you in there honey, yeah?" Daniel said, pecking Brie, his blue eyes fixed on Sheamus as he did so. What a shady...no-good...

Sheamus tried so hard to not glower at him. Come on...close damnit...he pushed the doors shut button repeatedly. As Nikki and Brie walked down the lobby, Daniel nimbly darted into the lift and the doors shut, trappping them both inside temporarily.

"Hi!" he beamed.

Sheamus folded his arms and scowled.

"Where do you get off?" he snarled.

"I'm just saying hello," the little man replied.

"No you're not...leave me alone you conniving...vicious little bastard!" spat Sheamus.

"Not very nice is it Shea, saying that to the guy who still has your promise ring and is recovering from a very serious injury," Daniel grinned, getting right into the Irishman's space, "I've been thinking about you a lot Shea...I miss you."

"Creep," spat Sheamus.

"I can still feel you in me Shea, how you used to pin me down...make me scream..."

"You're sick!"

"Really? You're sticking it in a monkey like Barrett and I'm the sick one?"

Sheamus cracked his knuckles. He didn't care how over Daniel was; if that little prick didn't shut up Sheamus was going to give him a broken face to go with his neck. He now couldn't believe what he saw in Daniel.

Daniel edged closer and closer, their jean clad crotches touching. Sheamus could tell Daniel was hard.

"Come on Shea, kiss me...just one little kiss? I know you still want me."

"Leave me alone.."

"I always get what I want Shea."

"Brie deserves a real man not a fucking parasite."

"I could break your fat limbs in any number of submission holds Farrelly and you know that...now be a good boy and give me a kiss."

"No."

Daniel smirked and grabbed Sheamus's bulge through his jeans. Sheamus moaned at the contact but wriggled away.

"Told you...you still want me too.." Daniel turned to the wall and stuck his round bottom out, the jeans clinging to every curve and beginning to slowly wiggle his hips naughtily, "Come on Shea, open invitation. Let some of that frustration out on me...she doesn't have to know...your new 'fella' is broken and stuck at home...just you and your hand tonight.."

"You make me sick."

Daniel turned and began to put on his best 'puppy dog' face, which didn't help that now with his hair the length it was, really made him look like a bearded collie or Tibetan Terrier. Or a Labradoodle. He began to whine...like a dog.

Sheamus was incredulous.

Thankfully his floor had appeared and the doors opened.

He could not get out of that lift fast enough. He sprinted down the corridor towards his room...513...where was it...ah...he fumbled for his key card. Where the fuck was it?! He swore he put it in his pocket...damn he hoped he hadn't left it on the bar. Fuck. Shit.

He wasn't in the mood for a night on John Cena's tour bus with Randy around to slobber over him. Seriously, happy couples were not what the Irishman wanted right now. He decided to mentally retrace his steps..

"Looking for this?"

Sheamus gasped and looked up at a grinning Daniel, who was waving his keycard gloatingly at him. The little prick must have swiped it when he was trying to goad the Irishman into kissing him.

"Give me that back."

"Ask nicely Shea."

"Fine. Please may I have my key card back?"

Daniel smirked. Before promptly stuffing the key card down the back of his jeans. The cool, slim plastic felt a little odd inside his breifs against his bare butt...but hey...he had Sheamus over a barrel now.

"You little SHIT!" Sheamus threw Daniel against the wall, "You give me my twatting card back this fucking minute!"

"Come on Shea, don't tell me you don't want to," purred Daniel, eyes glittering with lust tinged with a touch of malice, "I'm giving you the most open invite to take me and all you care about is a damn key card?"

Sheamus felt sick. He had no choice. It was either spend the night in the corridor. Or..well...

"I'm so sorry Stuart...sorry Brie..." he whispered before roughly shoving his hand down the back of Daniel's jeans.

"Ohhh Shea...you brute.." moaned the little man, "I've been fantasising about this for ages."

Sheamus grabbed the card, not denying that Daniel's skin was still very soft...and yanked it out. But Daniel, being the fast little pest that he was, managed to wrestle Sheamus to the wall and press his lips against the bigger man's.

"Ohhh Shea.." he whimpered, "I've missed you."

"You...bastard.." gasped Sheamus, thankfully still keeping hold of his key, "If you don;t get the fuck out my sight this minute, I'm gonna call 911."

"Really?" scoffed Daniel, "What's my crime?"

"Harassment...no, sexual harassment. And technically we're at work still," Sheamus said, "Maybe I'll report you for sexual harassment. Try explaining THAT to Brie."

"Isn't a crime if the recipient wants it, and unless you've stuffed something down there, that boner tells me you enjoyed it," sneered Daniel.

Sheamus just huffed before swiping his card at last and opening the door. Daniel following him inside.

The Irishman cursed. He was in a really tight spot now. How the fuck could he get out of this? How could he get rid of Daniel? Threatening to report him and have his year and a half long push taken away didn't seem to faze him...neither did telling Daniel's lovely wife!

Daniel's phone rang.

"Oh hey Brie," he said jovially, giving Sheamus the nastiest grin.

Sheamus knew Daniel was doing this purely out of spite. And because he could. He never realised Daniel was so..shady. Now. He could totally see how John Cena felt with Zack Ryder. It was almost a rehash of exactly the scenario John described to him. You couldn't make up half the shit that went down in WWE.

"I'll be down...see you soon..love you..bye." Daniel hung up.

"Get out," snarled Sheamus.

Daniel just smirked as he turned on his heel and left the room.

"SHIT! SHITT! FUCK!" roared Sheamus, punching the bed hard.

"Oh hey Sheamus...bad time?"

"WHAT?!" yelled the Irishman at whomever had walked by the open door.

"I'll come back later," Cody said, raising his arms in defence.

"Oh...sorry..." sighed Sheamus, "You might as well come in...before any fans catch me."

Cody raised his eyebrows but padded inside anyway, closing the door.

"What's the matter?" he asked, "What did Dee Bee want? He totally blanked me. Again."

"Take it you're no longer mates," Sheamus spat.

"Hasn't spoken to me once, didn't even ask how I was when Joshy got fired, " Cody said sadly, "Don't mind though...I have Dustin. I have Curtis. Don't need him really. What was he doing in your hotel room?"

"Take three guesses," Sheamus said, "And before you ask. No I did not. I wouldn't shag him if he was the last on earth now. He's transmogrified into a less bonkers and hairier version of Ryder."

"No?" asked Cody, "He's not a schemer...not Bryan...he's one of the nicest guys in pro wrestling."

"Haa...I thought that until he got in the lift with me, touched me up, stole my bloody keycard so I had to fucking almost finger him to get it back and then followed me into my sodding room! If Brie hadn't called him...he'll have probably stripped me down and forced himself on me!"

"You're being paranoid...he couldn't take a brute like you in a real fight," Cody said.

"He's crafty enough I wouldn't put anything past that little sod.." huffed Sheamus.

"I had no idea Bryan was such a shady bitch..." Cody replied, "I can tell by your face you're being truthful."

"Not many would believe me, huh?" Sheamus said, "Big bloke from Dublin being sexually harassed by a shortarse hippie from Aberdeen, Washington."

"Well...uh...I didn't say that but if the cap fits," Cody said, avoiding Sheamus' glare.

The Irishman sighed.

"Sorry, you're right," he said, "You know...I used to think you were nothing more than a busybody and a stereotypical gay..."

"So does half the roster," Cody said sadly, "I made my bed...I gotta lie in it. Not trying to dig for gossip, I was just on my way down to the bar, saw him walk out your room, look at me, blatantly ignore me then heard you shouting. Just wanted to see if everything was OK."

"Well, I'm pissed the fuck off with Swagger for the barrier thing," Sheamus said.

"Don't blame you," Cody replied, "How's Wade getting on?"

"Well he's gonna be off for a few months, and someone's gonna nab his title," SHeamus huffed, "By the way, don't take the blokey crap he gives you to heart...deep down he likes you. After all, you were responsible for him getting back over.."

Cody looked away.

"Just being silly...didn;t think Vince would like it," he mumbled, "He looked good in my old jacket, huh?"

Sheamus grinned a little.

"Can't deny I thought about ripping it open and shagging him in it," he smirked.

"You can have it if you like," COdy said, "Won't be needing it for a while. Might cheer him up with his shoulder."

"He's been told to steer clear of strenuous activity," grumbled Sheamus.

"Then do some naughty video chatting," Cody replied, "It's what I've got to make do with now. All the time."

"Oh yeah, ninety day no compete clause," Sheamus said, "I never even asked how you were doing...sucks that he just got fired like that."

"Nobody's invincible," Cody sniffled, "Never felt so lonely...always thought he'd be here forever...just like Cole and that dirty old bastard King."

"Glad someone else thinks Lawler's basically Benny Hill for this century," Sheamus snarled, "I'm not that matey with Paige but that lass is young enough to be his bloody granddaughter."

"I better go," Cody said, "Call Wade. And tell him about Bryan."

"Laters."

"See ya."

Cody padded out of the room and back down to the hotel bar.

"Oh...hey Dean...thought you';d be downstairs."

"Me? Uh...nah...shoulder...resting it..." Dean said, cheeks pink, looking like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Are you really?" Cody fixed him with a glare.

Dean sighed.

"Dean..." Cody said reproachfully.

"I'm allowed!" Dean hit back defensively.

"Did you not see the camera...he was worried sick about you!" Cody said, "You should be fighting to get him back! Please tell me you're not...not Dolph..."

Dean avoided his gaze.

"On your own head," Cody sighed, "I can't stop you."

"No. You can't," Dean replied, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Cody just nodded before walking away in disgust. After everything...but he knew he couldn't interfere. If Dean wanted to be fuckbuddies with that prick Ziggler who was obviously using him...it was his choice. He could tell Dean missed Seth. And that Seth was worried shitless about Dean during the ladder match. No Cody. Stop playing cupid. But he needed a focus for his attention now the man he loved was fired.

His phone buzzed.

From: Curtis

Where are you? Skype vid chat got dirty did it? ; )

Cody smiled a little.

To: Curtis

Calm yo tits, just got distracted...on way now x

He padded towards the lifts.

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Dean watched Cody wait. And then enter the lift. Coast was now clear. He knocked on the door he'd been hovering outside.

It opened and a handsome blonde answered. Only not the blonde Cody had assumed. Six foot six, perfectly proportioned. Freshly showered and his chic haircut lying just the right side of scruffy on his head.

"Hey," Jack Swagger drawled.

"Hey," Dean replied.

"Come on in," the Oklahoman said.

Dean walked inside, closing the door.

"Man...you're so hot," he moaned to Jack, who was wearing a skimpy towel that also showed off his long legs. Damn...why didn't go after this guy sooner...

"So are you man," grinned Jack, "Stanley Kowalski."

"Funny it doesn't seem annoying when a hottie calls you that," smirked Dean, reaching out to touch those huge pecs, "Ohhh fuck..."

Jack grinned good naturedly. He knew he shouldn't mess about with any more guys on the roster after the way Mike got attached to him, but he couldn;t help it. He'd been craving the sweaty hardness of a male body and a hot male ass to fuck..and Dean had hit him up on Grindr after the show. Keeping things discreet.

"You sound frustrated man," he said, taking Dean's face in his large hands. Even Dean seemed short compared to him. Dean had a rawness about him. Mike was such a pampered prince. Cesaro was his equal. Damn Jack did miss pounding Cesaro's solid hairy buns though. He was the only guy who'd ever get to tap the Swiss like that. Now Cesaro and Mike were a couple..and Mike had still gone after him until Jack had to turn nasty on him to get him to leave him alone.

Jack leaned in and kissed Dean, softly at first. Dean whimpered and kissed back. The big guy was being well...nice...to him. He missed that. And he could smell Jack's manly shower gel still. And cologne. He wished he;'d showered now.

He pulled away.

"What's the matter?" asked the Real American.

"SHould have showered," mumbled Dean, "My pits stink..."

Jack grinned.

"I kinda like that...you're a dude not a chick," he drawled, "But if ya want...I can soap you up."

Dean whimpered. Damn. He should have dropped his pants for this guy years ago!

He began to undress, keeping his briefs on. What? He still wore sexy underwear..never know when they might come in handy.

"Damn dude, you should have gone back to trunks," Jack grinned, "You've got a hot body under there...who knew?"

"Not watch my FCW or any of my indie days?" Dean replied.

"Yeah but..."

"Spank me if you like," Dean said, turning and bending over a little.

Jack did just that.

Dean moaned.

He padded into the bathroom, making sure to wiggle his butt a little to entice the hot blonde he'd pulled some more. Jack followed him in and, ever the gent, turned the shower on. A second one will be fine. Maybe he could seduce Dean in the shower. He was a roughneck Oklahoman but he could be a gent. He knew Dean wanted some of that roughness but they had all night. One night stand. Might as well make the most.

Dean slipped his tight briefs off and stepped in.

Jack stared at his smooth ass.

He could see why those teenage girls went bonkers for Dean now. Plus the guy had a really dirty smirk.

He removed his small towel and stepped his Herculean frame into the shower too, hugging Dean from behind, kissing his neck.

Dean moaned and ground against him. He hadn't taken a look at the blonde's cock but Jack HAD sent a dick pic. He was big.

And he could feel it hardening between his ass cheeks under the shower..mmmm...Dean was a slut. He was embracing it fully now. He'd been the easiest fuck in the indies.

Jack began to soap Dean up, washing his back. He'd twigged that Dean might be a horny slut but also wanted affection too. A bit like Mike in a way. Only with less expensive tastes.

"Ohh Jake..." whimpered Dean huskily, "Damn..anyone told ya how good you are with your hands..."

"No," grinned Jack, moving his hand around Dean's middle and soaping his smooth thighs, deliberately avoiding his cock, "Clearly you've been neglected though man...you sound sooo relieved.."

Dean wriggled out before sinking to his knees, shooting a grin up at Jack, his hair wet and over his face. Damn. He should do a wet photoshoot, Jack thought...before groaning as that hot, hungry mouth closed over his cock.

Dean massaged the big guy's meaty ass cheeks as he sucked Jack off, enjoying the grateful grunts and growls from the blonde. Jack clearly was gagging for some attention being away from his hot supermodel wife. Dean was more flattered than ever that Jack wanted him for a night.

Jack prised Dean's head off him as he switched off the shower.

"On the bed," he gasped.

"Anything you say big guy," rasped Dean.

He climbed out and began to dry himself down seductively. He could be whatever they wanted him to be. He was dirty and rough, pure Moxley for a creep like Dolph. Jack was well...being nice...treating him like he was a human not just a blow up doll. It was amazing how varied wrestlers were once you got them in bed. Dean still missed Seth. He couldn't deny that. But right now, he had a grade A blonde stud to attend to.

Jack dried himself off agan before slapping Dean's bottom playfully.

"On the bed you horny little bastard," he growled.

"Dominant aren't we?" Dean moaned.

"You said you liked guys who take charge," smirked Jack.

Dean lay on the bed, opening his legs, showing his smooth asshole to Jack.

"Do you want yours sucked?" Jack asked gruffly.

"Don't have to," Dean said.

Jack crawled onto the bed, his huge frame more noticeable than ever, and he straddled Dean, before masterfully devouring his lips, giving Dean the much-needed kisses the Cincinnati native had missed horribly since Seth. Dolph was so selfish. Only barely kissing him.

Dean broke the kiss, enchanted. The Oklahoman was one HELL of a kisser.

"Have you lube?" he purred.

"Always," Jack smirked, "Do you er...like it bare or a rubber be OK?"

"Your choice," Dean said, "Negative by the way."

Jack decided to play it safe and wrap it. He heard Dolph talk about how dirty and slutty Dean was. OK he'd hit Dean up because his own balls were blue but he wasn't a reckless prick like Ziggler. He went to his bag and retrieved the bottle of lube and a condom before applying the sheath to himself. He then began to kiss Dean's neck and stroked Dean's cock to keep him hard.

Dean moaned and whimpered.

"How do you like it man?" whispered Jack.

"However you want it stud," moaned Dean, "Please...just...I need you in me."

Jack smirked a little. Couldn't deny that was a boost to the ol' ego. Especially with Sheamus plotting his death. He said sorry, OK? Accidents happen. He did not, contrary to malicious gossip, deliberately injure Barrett because the Brit was more over than him. He just threw Wade and Wade fell wrong and hit the barrier hard. Jack had tried to see if it was OK before Dean had run in to attack him. Even then, Jack had noticed how touchy-feely Dean was. Again, partly why he'd hit the Ohio native up.

Well, Jack seemed to have a thing for Ohio boys...

He began to coat his condom-coated dick before handing Dean the lube.

"Was hoping you'd prep me.." Dean said, shooting him puppy dog eyes.

Jack grinned.

Why not?

"On your back then bud," he rasped, coating two of his long fingers with the lubricant and gently pushing at Dean's tight hole.

"Ohhhhhhh...oh yeah..." moaned Dean gratefully as the fingers entered him...Jack was being so...deft.

"You like that?"

"Oh yeah...you know how to touch."

That;s what Mike used to say as well. Even Cesaro had commented on his delicacy when it came to the necessary in bed.

And Dean was leaking precum so Jack must be doing something right. He just treated dudes like girls in bed cos that was all he knew. He hadn't been with that many guys overall.

Dean rolled onto all fours, ass up.

"C'mon then," he moaned, "All yours Swaggs.."

Jack rose to his knees and lined up. Damn Dean had a great little ass. His thick upper body and his slim legs and bubble butt..he was hot. Looked better with that unruly mop of hair wet for sure. He pushed against Dean and managed to enter.

"Ohhh...owww...fuck...you're big.."

"Been told..."

Jack paused. He wasn't an asshole and wasn't going to hurt Dean.

"Keep going."

Jack did so..pushing all the way inside until those curvy globes were flush with his flat torso. Dean looked so good on the end of his cock.

"Ohhh fuck...fuck yes..." Dean moaned, curving his back sluttishly, "That's what I'm talkin' about...fuck me stud."

Jack began to thrust in and out, keeping one hand on Dean's shoulder, being careful not to hurt him as he didn't want to injure yet another man's shoulder, especially a recently-dislocated-and-popped-back-in one.

"More!" barked Dean.

"Dude...your shoulder..."

"I don't give a fuck!"

"I'm not hurting you." Jack pulled out.

"You fucker...fucking..." snarled Dean.

"Hey hey...calm it.." JAck said, "Just being careful."

"Protecting your ass more like!" spat Dean.

"You hurt that shoulder, your push is gone," Jack said.

"You killed Barrett's push, might as well kill mine too."

"C'mon...look...got a better idea."

Jack was idly jerking to stay hard.

"And what's that? Whisper sweet nothings in my ear? I fuck, Hager, I don't talk."

"Trust me. Climb on man.."

"I don't hug. I'm not a pussy."

"Just trust me dude."

"Fine!"

Dean reluctantly straddled Jack's lap and moaned as he was penetrated once more...oh fuck his spot just got well and truly hit this way. The curve of the blonde's dick was MADE for this position! Oh yes.

Jack grinned and wrapped his long arms around Dean.

Dean moaned softer.

Oh yes..

He was being held.

He began to writhe slowly.

"Slow down, you're in control man," Jack rasped seductively, "Easy...that's it...good boy..."

"Say my name...say it...go on...Jakey..."

Jack grinned. Dean was literally melting. He'd tamed the Lunatic Fringe all by changing sex position. He'd had Mike a whining mess in this position and all. He moved his lean hips in time with Dean, enjoying the tight heat, the softer hoarse moans, the way Dean's smooth legs began to wrap around his lower back.

"Jon.."

"Ohhhh...Jake...damn...you're...a fucking stud...so good...fuck...ohh..fuck..."

"Let it out man..."

Dean's ass was so fucking tight...the guy was clenching..arching his back.

Jack leaned forward and kissed him some more.

Dean moaned against his lips.

He would so go back to Jack.

Fuck Dolph and his selfish ass.

At least Jack bothered pleasing him.

Jack lay back on the bed.

"C'mon man, you call the shots..let it out."

Jack wasn't stupid. He knew Dean was still trying to get over a breakup. Word had spread fast since Rollins went heel. And Jack had heard people talking. He had to admit he was surprised but oh well. He had Dean Ambrose on his cock and nobody else did.

Dean began to ride him hard, thinking about Seth's smug bastard face...and how he dissed Dean on Raw. Fucking selfish PRICK! Only thinking of himself and his fucking push. Oh now he was really riding, taking his anger out on Jack.

Jack was grunting and growling...fuck yeah. He didn't mind being used for Dean to fuck out his anger. He was 270 pounds. He could take it. Dean was one hot bottom. Oh fuck. Dean was bouncing up and down, growling and cursing..clawing at Jack's chest.

"Yeah...c'mon boy...take it out on me...good boy Jon.."

Dean moaned between growls. He was getting close. He was probably bruising Jack's pelvis but he didn't give a fuck. His prostate was well and truly stabbed.

"So much fucking better than Colby! Fuck yeah!" he groaned.

Ouch. Jack pretended he didn't hear. He spanked Dean's ass.

"Do that again! Spank me!"

Jack did so once more.

Dean's back was arched, his relocated shoulder throbbing...his orgasm fast approaching...fuck yes stud, make him cum...make him forget...one more...Dean cried out as ropes of semen finally flew from his cock and splattering Jack's ripped, toned, lean abs and pecs, Jack taking his flailing hands to hold him steady.

"Fuck yeah..." he growled, "Shoot your load man...let it out."

Jack believed that was what they termed an 'angry hole'. Or a 'power bottom' as Rhodes always said.

Dean climbed off Jack, sated.

"Oh.,..you..didn't.." he gasped.

"S'OK," Jack lied. He was gagging to blow a load and he would have liked to have done it up Dean's ass. But never mind.

Dean ripped the condom off and began to suck Jack off in earnest, playing with the large man's sweaty balls, determined to get Jack off. He didn't mean to come first. He took Jack right down to the base, licking the already well-stimulated tip and moaned softly.

It didn;t take long.

Jack began to fuck Dean's mouth hard, moaning, cursing, grunting...thrashing around the bed before suddenly bellowing and jets of warm essence were spurting into Dean's mouth and down his throat. He swallowed every drop hungrily.

"Feel better, huh?" he rasped, crawling next to the now-spent and sated blonde.

"Where did ya learn head like that?" gasped Jack.

"Indies," Dean said.

"Wow...fuck...listen man..you can stay if ya like," Jack said, painting, "I'm not a prick who'll kick you out."

"Really?" Dean couldn't help but smile, "Thanks...that's really nice of you.."

"You can ride with me to Raw..."

"Oh can I?"

"Yeah."

"Ride with you or just ride you?"

"You cheeky little.." Jack chuckled a little, spanking Dean as the younger man cuddled up. He hugged Dean to him, letting the touslehaired head rest on his big chest. Dean whined and really snuggled. The Lunatic Fringe was really a big softie. Jack suspected that from the off. He was happy to give Dean what he needed.

---

Raw had arrived in Hartford, CT.

The Divas locker room was fairly deserted and the first two to arrive were Divas Champion Paige and Summer Rae.

"You should have waited to meet the Total Divas," Paige was saying.

"Oh screw them," Summer replied.

"Harsh crowd last night," Paige said.

"Only to be expected," sighed Summer, "We both expected it."

"It's bloody ridiculous," Paige said, "It';s like, six months now? People need to get over Punk. Yeah he was awesome. But he's gone."

"Are you OK?" asked Summer.

"Yeah..." sighed Paige.

"Missing your little spikyhaired partner in crime?" Summer giggled.

"Yeah...first Oli...now him...they all leave me!" Paige threw her hands up melodramatically.

"I heard something last night..well I read it on Bleacher Report," Summer said, "Our whorey friend back in Florida...his concussion means he won't wrestle again."

"Really? Awww what a rotten shame," snarked Paige, "Maybe if he spent less time on his back and more time actually working..."

"I don't want to think about Corey on his back before Raw..you filthy cow!" giggled Summer.

"Stop channeling Oli!"

The two girls had a bit of a playful wrestle which then led into a bit of a snog. Until the door opened and they flew apart, both failing to hide the blushing on their faces.

"Afternoon," Layla said, placing her handbag into the corner and placing her sunglasses atop her head.

"Hi..."

"Hey.."

"OK what's going on?" Layla folded her arms.

"Nothing!" Both girls replied in unison.

"Hmmmm..." Layla's lip curled slightly, "Both blushing...OK ladies..out with it while there's no hateful bitches around? Are you two...?"

"No! Whatever gave you that idea!" Paige spluttered.

"Going soft in your old age?" teased Summer.

"Look you can tell me, I'm not a gossip. Lucky it was me and not Renee."

"The job stealing slag," snarled Paige.
"Hey hey," Summer said.

Layla looked confused and then got it.

"Wonder what we'll be doing tonight?" she said, deciding to change the subject before sitting down on a bag. She stood up again.

"Sure there's nobody else here?" she asked, picking the bag up.

"Uh-uh," replied Paige, "Stephanie's probably doing official stuff. That's not hers."

"Looks like a thrift shop acquisition so not Nattie's," Summer put in, "No shade!" she added, throwing her hands up quickly as Paige shot her a look.

The sound of the toilet flushing and sink running sounded before the bathroom door opened and a petite brunette, tanned girl appeared.

All three women froze.

Layla scowled. Her face was a perfect LayCool expression. Oh no. Not today. Anyone but HER. Especially after the disrespectful chants during hers and Summer's match last night.

"You..." she hissed.

"Surprise bitch," deadpanned AJ Lee, skipping over to them, "Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me Layla?"

"Did you really just quote an overused meme?" Paige raised an eyebrow.

"And that's my bag," AJ said, snapping her fingers to Layla/her ex girlfriend.

Layla handed the former champion the handbag, AJ making sure to flash her wedding ring gloatingly at her as she took the bag, a devious smile on her tanned, pretty face.

"Hi Paige," she grinned, "Guess what. I'm taking back what's mine tonight."

"What?" gasped Paige.

"That's right...sweetheart, we have a match tonight. Mirror image of your debut. Only I'm beating you. And thus taking MY title back. And then there'll be a Divas Champion who can actually GET a reaction for once. I'll see you for going over the spots later. Bye!"

She sauntered out of the room like she basically owned the place, all three women throwing stony glowers in her wake.

"Oh fan fucking tastic!" Paige snapped.

"IWC will be thrilled, though, right?" Summer put in, "You and her. It's what they want."

"And they'll still somehow find a way to want The Lord High Empress Kharma involved," Layla snarked, "Oh well. Looks like it's the AJ show once again. Fun while it lasted."

She scurried out of the room and Paige and Summer both heard sobs as the elder English diva left.

"Smug bitch," Summer hissed, "She's gonna be unbearable now isn't she...Mrs Punk."

"Maybe she can be BFFs with Whorey Corey...ugh...I shouldn't be complaining should I...I get a match..."

"No...you best get ready girl." Summer said, pecking her on the cheek.

Layla stormed into Catering in one hell of a mood. Just great. She supposed this day would come eventually but she'd genuinely thought once Paige snatched AJ's title back in April (ha, how apt) that the former Geek Goddess was done with the company after being Queen Bee for almost two years whilst every other Diva fell by the wayside into sheer irrelevancy. It was bad enough being dumped for pro wrestling's biggest man whore, and it was another blow when she found out about their marriage...and now AJ was not only back and set to rule the roost once more, she was also flashing her wedding ring deliberately.

Did Curtis Axel know AJ was back? Layla supposed she better go warn him because knowing how catty AJ had become, she would probably go gloat to him too. AJ never used to be like this. She was the girl next door for ages, so humble, geeky, happy to be there and nice to everyone. But as her title reign had gone on, and she hooked up with Punk, she changed and barely spoke to any of the divas unless it was a promo or calling spots in a match.

A delicate hand tapped her shoulder.

She jumped.

"Hey Lay..." a soft lisp.

Unmistakable.

"Hi Cody.."

"How are you doing?"

"Had better days."

"THat crowd was shit...and you got the death slot."

"Well that..haha...no...never mind me. How are you?"

"Lonely," confessed Cody, "Curtis hasn't arrived...Lay...can we...talk?"

"I suppose," sighed the English diva, "Let me just get some tea...oh...shit...Happy Birthday, I guess...sorry.."

"It's OK LAy," Cody said softly, "I wasn't expecting a present...way I've treated you."

Once they were sat at a table, Cody sighed heavily and ran his hands over his adorable buzz cut.

"No wife with you?" asked Layla before she could stop herself.

"Uh uh. I know you're still mad at me...don't blame you...just your tweet..."

"I meant it, even if you hate me, I meant it," Layla replied.

"I don't hate you...I'm sorry...so sorry...for being a nasty, horrible self entitled bitch to you."

"I just want to know why," Layla said.

"I don't know...got cocky cos Joshy...then I started dropping down the card, jobbing left right and centre again...frustrated...being married to a woman..."

"All got on top of you...lashing out?"

"Yeah..."

"Look I can't forget the things you said to me..you were truly vile, Cody...but...I can see you're sorry...and it's your birthday... so I accept."

"Thank you Lay...thank you. Means so much. I know I got what I deserved when he...dumped me..."

"Did you really shag Dolph or was that just gossip?"

Cody avoided her eyes.

"Oh Cody...why?"

"I was lonely...he suckered me in.."

"Takes two to tango Cody. Why? All that crap you used to give Josh.."

"I know...I know...all in the past now Lay...I miss him so much."

"I know. I miss him too. Least you got to be at that NXT. I saw you in the front row. You shouldn't have worn that paisley shirt..."

"It's my favourite..and he always likes me in it. After the show...it was perfect. I got him to watch Beaches."

"Oh Cody...you're such a sap."

And to Cody's relief...she was smiling.

"Come here you great big soppy..." Layla leaned over to hug him. He hugged her right back. SHe forgot how good he was at hugging. Once they broke apart he perched back into his seat and then reached into his pocket, pulling out his Off Duty Glasses. With his new haircut he looked so different with his signature lenseless specs on.

"So what's the matter...you looked so pissed when you came in?"

Layla was about to answer when AJ skipped by.

"Oh hi Cody, how's life?" she trilled.

"Hi AJ," Cody said, coldly.

"There's something missing here, can't put my finger on it," she said, smirking once more, "Oh yeah. Josh got his irrelevant ass fired. About time if you ask me."
"But I didn't ask you," snapped Cody.

"That's not a very nice way to address your new Divas Champion," AJ sneered, twisting a lock of her black hair around her finger, "I suggest you show some respect."

"Last time I looked the champ was Paige," Cody replied.

"Until the end of the show. Oh dear looks like the fans don't like your precious AntiDiva as much as you thought. Aww. Where's your shadow...I mean Curtis?"

"You leave him alone," Cody said.

"I can talk to whom I like, it's a free country Stardust," AJ sneered, "I'm surprised you're not being sued for basically playing Jim Carrey's version of The Riddler. At least get some original material."

"Do you actually want anything from us or just want to open your trap?" snapped Layla.

"Careful you don't pee your incontinence pants Grandma," AJ smirked, "Better take it easy. Don't want to break a hip out there do we?"

Layla scowled at her. Cody cracked his knuckles. If she wasn't a 100 pound girl with the build of a teenager he would have smacked that supericilous smirk off her smug bitch face. Thankfully AJ, pleased with the reaction she'd gotten, skipped away. It was her house now.

"BITCH!" Layla almost shrieked in frustration.

"Don't let her get to you it's what she wants," Cody said, "Hey Curtis!"

He raised his hand as he spotted his bestie who wandered over and sat down. Curtis had a distinct glow about him. One that Cody recognised instantly as that of someone who'd just had some phenomenal sex.

"Hey," Curtis said, "Happy birthday...mwah...oh...hi Layla...you guys sorted things out now?"

They both nodded.

"Where have you been?" asked Cody.

"SOrry...uh...yeah...our rental's seats go all the way back...just...testing them..." grinned Curtis.

"Any excuse, huh," Cody smiled, "I was planning on sneaking up on you and blowing stars on your head.."

"Why?" asked Curtis, chuckling.

"Because you'd look cute?" Cody said.

"They'll get trapped in my beard," Curtis replied.

"So? Ryback can pick them out."

"WHat goes through your mind sometimes?" chuckled Curtis, "Any gossip?"

"Curtis..."

"I'm only asking."

"If by gossip you mean is Dee Bee taking more scheming tips from that headcase Ryder then no. Thankfully it was a one off appearance. SHeamus was real shook up about it. Turns out I don't know Dee Bee as well as I thought. Used to think he was the nicest guy here..."

"Pro wrestling is full of shady, backstabbing bitches, we should know," Curtis said.

"Oh yes, don't we just," Layla snarked, throwing a venomous look in the direction of her ex girlfriend who was sat alone at a table, no doubt texting the new husband.

"What did you want to do after the show, birthday boy?" asked Curtis.

"Just something small, don't want a big fuss," Cody said.

"Next year's the big 3-0, isn't it?" Layla said, "Trust me Cody...nothing to worry about."

"Yeah," put in Curtis, "Seriously. You won't feel any different. Plus men in their 30s get the most sex...what's Layla looking at?"

"Oh...nothing," Layla said airily.

Cody reached into his pocket and pulled some crumpled golden paper stars into his hand before puffing adorably so they snowed upon the plasticoated table like confetti.

"Awwww," Layla smiled, "You're so cute."

"Well...birthday confetti right?" Cody said, smiling cutely.

Curtis looked over to the corner once more, just as AJ looked up and caught his eye. A superior sneer lifted her face. Curtis blanched. She waved mockingly, flashing her wedding ring.

"No...no...no...what's she...fucking...BITCH!" he spluttered, gripping the table, "Did you...did you KNOW SHE WAS HERE?"

"Only when she came to gloat," Cody said.

"Fucking...I'll...she..."

"Curtis...sweetie...calm down...it's what she wants..."

"Don't give a fuck...she thinks she fucking untouchable because Vince loves her...even though she buries any diva not named Bella."

"I know, trust me, I know...remember my unmemorable comeback reign?" Layla put in, raising an eyebrow, "Curtis...leave it. Don't give her the satisfaction of knowing she's got to you."

"She used to be so nice," Cody said, "So humble...then she steals my best friend's man and breaks my other bestie's heart in the process...oh God...oh God...it's like looking in a mirror..!"

He put his head in his hands and sniffled.

"How are you in anyway like her?" Layla asked incredulously.

"Because...she's gone from nice geeky girl to alpha bitch...remind you of anyone?" sniffled Cody, voice muffled by his arms.

"A little but we all know you were just putting up a front," Curtis said, stony eyes still fixed on AJ, "She thinks her shit doesn't stink since she STOLE Phil from me."

"C'mon, we should find another table," Cody sniffled, standing up.

"No, don't let her drive you away," Layla said.

Over in the corner, Kofi Kingston was greeting AJ who was making a big deal of showing him her ring.

"I'd hate to be one of those sad women who hits their late 30s and still not married," she was syaing to Kofi, loud enough for their table to catch every word.

"I legit thought you were expecting," Kofi was saying.

"Do I look pregnant to you?" AJ replied, "Nope, the Divas title is coming back home tonight. I don't know what they were thinking giving it to a child who looks like a 2007 MySpace reject."

"Harsh," Kofi snorted.

"Oh unlike many of those vapid plastic mannequins, Paige can work," AJ conceded, "But...she can't cut promos. And she's a child. Need I say more."

Speak of the devil.

"Heeyy guys," trilled Paige, pulling up a chair, "Ooh, confetti? Happy birthday baldy."

She pecked Cody on the cheek and placed a bag on the table.

"Hey," Cody replied, flushing a little, "Awww bless you. You didn't have to."

"Present and another peace offering," the Divas Champion said, "Just to say sorry once more for being messenger girl."

Curtis was scarlet in the face. Layla grabbed his arm.

"I take it you've found out the Queen Bee is back?" snarked Paige.

"Oh haven't we just," Cody said.

"Wait...you and Layla...together...you two finally kissed and made up?" the young English girl remarked.

"Uh-huh."

"Let's not talk about trash," Cody said, rummaging in the bag and pulling out a card and an X-Men wrapped present. It was pretty obvious what it was, judging by the cylindrical shape. He carefully took the paper off, deeming it far too awesome to tear, and beamed as he beheld what it contained; a glass bottle of a clear liqueur with sparkling flakes of real gold leaf suspended in it.

"Goldschlager...damn you're getting to know me," he said happily.

"Well..I just thought...with the new gimmick and all...fits," she said.

"Paige you're a doll..thanks..." Cody reached into his pocket and pulled out yet more gold stars, and blew them softly so they landed in her ebony hair, making her look like a Hot Topic Christmas fairy. He also noted that the card was signed from both her and Summer (under their real names too, albeit shortened).

"I'm gonna make this a thing," Paige said, "Any time I buy someone a present, they have to thank me with glitter."

"I left your present in the locker room," Curtis said, "Give it you after the show."

"It's OK," Cody said, grinning, "Even if all you got me was socks I'll still share this with you."

"Will I get stars blown over me as well?" Curtis asked, seemingly in better spirits now he was distracted from the malicious girl in the corner.

"You may do," beamed Cody, "Awww...I'm happy.."

"Spoken to Ted at all?" asked Layla.

"Just a text this morning," Cody sighed.

"What did your hot DILF of a brother get you?" Curtis asked, a naughty smile on his face.

"CURTIS!"

Both the girls giggled.

"Well, what did he buy you, I only asked," Curtis went on.

"I'll tell you but ONLY if you stop talking about him in such disgusting terms," Cody pouted.

"Never mind Goldust, what did the boyfriend buy you?" Paige gushed.

"Never you mind," Cody said, blushing.

"Hang on...what's that?" Curtis grabbed Cody's hand.

"Is that a bloody ring?" Paige shrieked.

"Yep," Cody was grinning from ear to ear, "He bought it for me just before his NXT taping. He played it down so much...he said open it later...so glad I did...don't get too excited Paige, it's just a promise ring. And I'm not allowed to wear it around Brandi."

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww...!"

"What's the date on it?"

"7-2-07," Cody said proudly, "July the second, 2007. The day I debuted and the day we met."

"Seven years on Wednesday," Layla said, "Day we first met as well...wow...makes me feel so old. I was so young then...well...younger."

"You were still in Extreme Expose then with Miss Tessmacher and the female Corey," Paige reminded her.
"I'd rather not talk about those days," Layla said blushing, "A lot's happened since that day. Can still remember you. Before you had your teeth fixed and you had the most adorable wickle lisp. You were so young and innocent...and tiny."

"You were.." Paige said, "I can still remember watching you on Raw and Heat...you were a little twig."

"And then I realised he was the baddest bitch in town," giggled Layla, "You would not have wanted to get on the wrong side of this one back then. Even at his worst ..recently...was PG compared to rookie Cody."

Cody blushed.

"Lay...quit it..." he muttered, "Don't want to talk about the Slam Book."

"I want to read this Slam Book," Paige said, "Every time Josh talked about it I was intrigued."

A shadow loomed across their table. They looked up to see Randy Orton. 12 staples in his head.

"Good afternoon your majesty," teased Paige.

Randy nodded at her before handing a card and a gold-wrapped present to Cody.

"Aww, how thoughtful," Cody cooed, taking it, "Randalyn you didn't have to."

"What? I can't give my former stooge a birthday present?" rumbled Randy.

"You've got a distinct glow about you Orton," Cody said, taking it.

"Only just got off the tour bus," Randy grinned.

"Tart," Layla said.

"I just HAPPENED to take a detour via the merch stand," Randy said, "And would you believe it...not a single piece of Woo Woo Woo You Know It merchandise to be found.."

"Ryder's had his stopped...aww what a shame," Curtis said.

"Well some was reduced to clear, but I took the liberty of tossing it where it belonged...in the trash," Randy said proudly, "ANyway. Just wanted to give you your present. You don';t have to use them tonight...but they were a bitch to find."

Cody began to painstakingly open the paper. Like driving, these matters in his opinion required careful thought and attention. It was a set of cufflinks. Triforce cufflinks. In black and gold.

"Oh wow...jesus Randall...these look expensive," he breathed, "People will talk!"

"I'm already writing a hot Candy fic in my head as we speak," Paige grinned, "Sweat dripping onto your pecs in the gym..."

"You're disgusting," Randy complained.

"Come on, has the thought not crossed either of your minds?" she teased, "Girls WANT to see you two shag."

"Be a touch difficult seeing as we're both bottoms," Cody said, totally unapologetically.

"What a waste," Paige teased.

"You need to get yourself laid, pronto, madam," Layla put in.

"Way Randy's going you'll be lucky there's any sex left in the world," Curtis snarked.

"You're one to talk Axel, steaming up the rental windows in the parking lot!" hit back Randy, "Nice ass."

"PErv!" gasped Curtis as the girls howled with laughter as Randy sauntered mischievously away to find John.

---

In the parking lot, a tall, handsome, well dressed man was stood waiting and watching, clutching a large bunch of red roses. He was head to toe in a Gucci suit that fit his powerful body like a glove, and expensive Aviator shades on his goateed face. Cesaro wasn't working a meet and greet, oh no. He'd been told that after weeks of just the house shows, his 'lady' was finally re-appearing on Raw again.

A shiny black Mercedes was purring in and Cesaro smirked. While everyone made do with imports, Chevrolets et al, who else would pick something more extravagant? And there was no doubt in the Swiss' mind when a gleaming white suit exited the car and sauntered towards the arena.

Mike looked every inch the A-lister, head to to in crisp white designer suit, expensive snakeskin loafers and designer sunglasses on his face. The only think he was lacking was a throng of paparazzi following his every move.

Mike the Miz immediately spotted the immaculately-dressed Swiss king of Swing stood there and a huge grin lit up his handsome face and his heart began to race. Especially when he spotted the large bouquet of dark red roses.

"Bonjour," Cesaro drawled.

"Claudio..." whimpered Mike, all his swagger vanishing as he melted into the taller man's arms.

"Good trip?" asked the Swiss, "For you mon cherie."

Mike mewed happily as he took the roses and then kissed Cesaro passionately.

"They're beautiful," he sighed, "You're sweet."

"Well it's been a few days, your return to Raw..."

"Missed you," Mike said, linking his arm in Cesaro's, "So good to be back. Properly."

"Been so boring without my lady," Cesaro grinned, "Basically passed the time by helping others..."

"Oh?" beamed Mike.

"Well, funny how so many guys are suddenly approaching me about how to be better in bed," grinned Cesaro, "ALmost like somebody was telling them about my techniques?"

Mike giggled and blushed.

"Ooops," he said, "Couldn't help myself...was I a bad boy?"

"Well...when Cena was one of the guys in question...bit of an ego boost," the Swiss smiled, "Oh and little Mathews before he got fired was another."

"Wait...Josh got fired?"

"DId you not know?"

"I avoid dirtsheets Claudio...aww...I never said goodbye. Oh well. I'm back with you now. Do you like my new suit?"

"Very white," Cesaro grinned, "You don't want to be dirtying that."

"Unless it's with stuff that's also white?" smirked Mike, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Not becoming of a lady!" Cesaro mock scolded, spanking Mike.

"Whoops...sorry.." giggled Mike, "Just cos I've missed you."

"Let me," Cesaro said, motioning to take Mike's Louis Vuitton suitcases. As usual Mike brought far more clothes than was needed for the road. But a lady must always look her designer best.

Mike followed the Swiss down the corridors, Cesaro not complaining once about all the luggage. But then he was pound-for-pound the strongest guy in WWE...and damn that suit hugged his muscles good. Mike was getting hard. He was frustrated already. He wasn't wrestling tonight as far as he knew, just cutting a return promo.

Once his luggage was safely in the locker room, Cesaro turned to Mike who was shamelessly ogling him from the doorway.

"What?" he smiled.

"How long till pre poduction?" grinned Mike.

"A while."

"Oh good...I mean...oh no...however will we pass the time?"

"You're very naughty."

"I miss you Claudio...we haven't since...last Wednesday. And I see Stephanie's office is nice and plush."

"Michael...no!"

"Awwwww...pleeeease?" Mike removed his shades and attempted big puppy dog eyes. Cesaro melted. Damn. He was WHIPPED and he knew it. Just like Cena was to Orton. Especially after footage of Mike dancing sexily at a house show had surfaced. Mike was working his chunky body like a pro, showing the world that he craved dick...wiggling his butt...crawling across the canvas...after THAT show, he'd been thrown through the mattres and fucked mercilessly, Cesaro having to gag to silence the screams. Mike was SUCH a screamer but Cesaro loved that.

He took Mike's chubby little face in his hands and began to make out with him.

"Mind the roses.." squeaked Mike.

"Sorry.."

"Let me find a vase.."

Mike padded to one of his suit cases and pulled out a glass vase.

"Wait...you brought a vase with you on the road?" Cesaro asked incredulously.

"Jennifer Lopez likes white lillies in her dressing room...I like pretty flowers in mine too," beamed Mike.

He was such a girl.

Cesaro watched him go to the bathroom area, fill the vase with water before placing the roses in it. He then mounted it on top of the lockers as far back as possible. That was HIS seat damnit. He then padded back to Cesaro and proudly took his Swiss beau's hand, leading him back to the Creative office.

"I got a better idea," he giggled naughtily, "Why not Kevin Dunn's office instead?"

Cesaro smirked.

"That prick? Why not."

Now that he was up for. Mike led him to the room marked 'Executive TV Production Officer' and kicked the door open . Empty. He pulled Cesaro inside before dragging a footstool to the door to wedge it shut.

Cesaro grabbed Mike and began to make out with him some more, Mike making the cutest little squeaks as he kissed back before sitting on the plus leather couch, yanking Cesaro to him by the lapels of the Swiss' jacket.

"Love you Claudio," he simpered, eyes dewy and a cute smile on his face.

"Je t'adore aussi, Michel," Cesaro purred.

He could almost see Mike's cock stand to full attention in those tight white dress pants as the Most Must-See Superstar pulled him down atop him for more kisses, their suited crotches grinding against one another.

"Take me Claudio..." moaned Mike.

Cesaro grinned as he removed those pesky shades from Mike's face before standing up, unbuckling his belt and dropping his black suit pants, his long, hairy, powerful legs in full view. He shucked off his designer boxer briefs as well along with his socks and polished dark brown loafers. Suit sex was so hot but could be impractical.

"Should have let me undress you," pouted Mike.

"I like undressing you better," grinned Cesaro, unbuckling Mike's belt and tossing it to the floor, carefuly undoing those crisp white pants that just FELT top dollar before gently sliding them down those smooth, chunky legs.

"Been topping my tan up for you," moaned Mike.

And did that look HOT against the bright white suit?

Cesaro carefully removed Mike's shoes and socks before slipping off the suit pants, folding them neatly and placing them on the floor. Mike spread his legs and Cesaro spotted the sheer black briefs. Mike LIVED in sheer underwear now.

"Makes me feel like I'm wearing lace panties," moaned the Ohio native, "Claudio...take them off...with your teeth!"

Cesaro smirked and bit down on the waistband before skillfully whipping them down those chunky legs, Mike's hard cock springing free.

Cesaro went to jerk Mike off but Mike slapped his hand away.

"You know I'm not a bro," he moaned, "Touch me where I like..."

Cesaro sucke dhis long fingers and began to finger that curvaceous, tight ass, those oh-so-erotic small screams that only Mike could emit now filling the Swiss' ears. Mike was in SO much pleasure already...suit sex was definitely his favourite fetish...the cool leather against his recently tanned and waxed ass and legs...Cesaro's long fingers touching him in his most intimate spot...

"Please..." he whimpered.

He needed to be taken right now.

Cesaro rose to his knees and searched his jacket pocket...befored producing a sachet of lubricant from his inside pocket. Always prepared. He began to liberally coat his sizeable length before coating his fingers and re-inserting them into his chubbier partner.

"OhhhhH!" gasped Mike, gripping the back and sides of the sofa. He rested his legs on Cesaro's jacketed shoulders as the taller man lined up and slowly entered him.

Cesaro grunted as that tightness surrounded him...Mike was such awesome (pardon the pun) sex. Every single fucking time. He might be considered a top lover...but as far as he was concerned, the loveable and chunky Miz was just the best he;d ever had. Curves to grab...someone he could spoil in bed and out of it...and someone who loved him. People who hated him on screen didn;t know what they were missing. Sure he was a motormouth and loved talking. But so what?

"Ohhhhhhh...CLaudioooo...fuck...yes...oh yes!"

"Like that?"

"Just like that...take my hands and pin me down...own me Claudio. Make me yours."

Mike could be quite flexible for a bigger guy. He folded himself almost in half as Cesaro pushed all the way inside, grabbing his hands and shoved his arms into the sofa. Now Mike was totally at his mercy.

And the Swiss began to pound him hard, without warning.

THose hairy thighs were smashing against Mike's fluffier, smoother, bronzed ones...oh yes...fuck yes!

Mike was crying out shameless, not caring if the fucking BOSS heard his screams. He was being nailed in a forbidden place on a plus leather couch by the hottest man in the fucking world (in his eyes).

Cesaro was thundering closer to his climax...the soft skin...Mike's screams music to his ears.

Mike was already close having not had any for five days...he couldn't last...anyone could walk in at any moment. Oh God...he could feel it...he gripped Cesaro's fingers tight as the stronger, bigger man pinned him down brutally, pounding him mercilessly..he couldn't cope...he couldn't stop himself from being loud..his prostate being blasted..he let out one final scream as he tensed up and finally came intensely and without being touched.. all up his crisp white shirt and jacket as well as his fiendishly expensive and cute mauve scarf. Ooops. That'll cost a fortune to have dry cleaned. But it was SO worth it.

Cesaro finally released his hands and held Mike's bronzed legs apart as he con tinued to pound him like a bear, growling and grunting his way to orgasm, Mike now emitting cute little gasping whimpers, enjoying the continued assault on his sweet spot despite having already orgasmed...

"Ohhh Claudio...you brute..." he moaned, "Keep going..."

Cesaro bellowed as he finally hit his zenith, driving powerfully and deep inside of Mike.

Gasping, he pulled out, his chest heaving in and out, threatening to bust open his expensive shirt and jacket.

Mike, sweaty, grinned up at him.

Cesaro grinned back.

"Welcome back," the Swiss rasped, leaning down to kiss him. Mike kissed back.

"Love you," whimpered the Ohio native.

"Love you too. Hey...hey...your makeup's running.."

Orange smears were visible on Mike;s collar and lapels where the sweat had caused the foundation to wear off. Sure, John Cena once made fun of him for this in a promo but hey, he felt it made him look good. And he wanted to look good for Cesaro. Plus he WAS a movie star now. The Marine, damnit!

Cesaro grabbed the box of tissues from the desk and began to wipe the orange goop from Mike's neck and face.
"You don;t need to wear that stuff," he commented.

"You take care of yourself don't you?" retorted Mike.

"Only for TV and it's only moisturiser," grinned Cesaro.

"A lady must always look her best!" Mike hit back.

"I know..." the Swiss chuckled, helping Mike up before collecting the bright white dress pants and black sheer briefs to help him redress. He even adjusted the scarf before redressing himself.

Once both men were more presentable, Cesaro, being the gentleman he was, offered Mike his arm and escorted him to Catering.

"Don't think we have time to buy you the dinner you deserve," he said.

"It's OK," simpered Mike, "Always tomorrow sweetie." He pecked Cesaro's cheek. He was so fucking happy. As they passed the rest rooms Mike unlinked his arm and padded inside.

"Just going to powder my nose and freshen up," he beamed.

Cesaro chuckled to himself. THis 'chickification' kink was just getting more and more. He found it hot and frankly adorable. So what if people found it weird? Screw them. And Mike was clearly loving it.

---

Inside the mens room, Mike was checking his face in a compact (Maryse was so bad...she bought him more high-end cosmetics than she even did for herself!) and touching himself up with the powder.

The door opened and in walked a figure Mike was NOT expecting to see. His idol, Attitude Era veteran and former tag partner Chris Jericho.

"Oh hey there big shot," Chris smirked, "What you doing...are you powdering yourself?"

"And what?" Mike replied, "What you doing here?"

"Come back haven't I?" Chris said, "So I hear you've settled down with the King Of Swing, huh? You do get around!"

"Sssh," Mike hissed, "Don't want to talk about my past."

"I remember you even hitting on me," Chris chuckled, "You know I'm mostly cool with that stuff but I'm a married man."

"You're still hot Chrissy," Mike smiled, "You don't ever seem to age."

"You know how to boost a guy's ego," Chris said, "And can I ask, what is that you're wearing?"

"It's Prada," Mike said proudly, "Every item of clothing I have on is the latest in season. Hot off the boutique shelf."

"I meant...bit Miami Vice," smirked Chris, "Speaking of which, you're taking a Codebreaker on the show."

"You're gonna interrupt me..." Mike sighed, "OK...well...be cool to feud with you. Nice to see you. Your hair looks amazing."

"See ya," Chris replied as Mike padded out.

Mike's head was racing. He'd FLIRTED with Chris AGAIN. He couldn't help it. No. He wasn't supposed to. He'd just had amazing sex with his BOYFRIEND in a naughty place at work damnit! Why was he already making the eyes at another coworker! He was so fucking thirsty! He'd thought about nobody BUT Cesaro the whole time he'd been shooting The Marine with Summer, and had been back on the road for two months almost with Cesaro! ANd then fucking Jericho walks through the door and all of a sudden he's checking the veteran out. He remembered only too well how embarrassed he'd been when Chris sharply turned him down last time. Oh God.

He'd caught up with John Morrison the other week which was awesome and even then he'd not even once let his hormones get the better of him despite spending a few years lusting after the former Prince Of Parkour when he was here despite his toxic relationship with Melina. What was happening to him?

"What's the matter?" asked Cesaro.

"Oh...nothing...just bumped into Chris..."

"Oh yeah, forgot to mention Jericho was back," Cesaro replied, "You're gonna do some stuff with him."

"Just found out," Mike said, linking his arm back in the Swiss' and continuing to Catering. He was looking for Cody. They'd worked some house show matches together in Europe but this was before he'd become Stardust.

He spotted the table because also sat at it was Curtis Axel, Layla (so they'd made it up then) and Paige. He padded over and tapped Cody on the shoulder.

"Oh hey Mizzlekins, forgot you were back," Cody said, standing up and hugging him, "How you been...mmm you smell expensive. New cologne?"
"Yeah...yeah," Mike said, "How you been?"

"Been better, first birthday without Joshy since 2006," Cody replied.

Oh shit. Of course. June 30th. How long had he known Cody now?

Cody was barely recognisible in Mike's eyes, with that severe buzzcut and his familiar 'Off Duty glasses' on. And this time last year, Cody and Josh were still at bitter loggerheads.

"Happy birthday," he said, feeling stupid, "What have you got so far?"

"Just usual, drink...and a little old promise ring," Cody said bashfully, cheeks rather pink.

"Promise ring?"

"Yup...look! Can't believe it! If only I wasn't married...,..doesn't stop me missing him though."

"What's with the 80s suit," put in Layla.

"How dare you...this is the latest Prada!" spluttered Mike.

"Barbies," Paige scoffed.

"You look like you took a suicide dive into Hot Topic so there," Mike hit back, "What's with the Christmas confetti anyway?"

"Blame birthday boy!" Paige complained, brushing some more of the gold stars out her long black hair, "He blew them over me and I can't get them out!"

MIke pulled up a seat.

"You've got a post coital flush," Cody stated helpfully, "Another one who can't keep her legs closed, right Curtis?"

"Don't be jealous," Curtis chimed in.

"Guess where we did it?" grinned Mike, "Dunn's office."

Stifled laughter all around the table.

Cody couldn't hide the jealousy on his face and busied himself carefully folding the X-Men wrapping paper up and storing it in the present bag along with the bottle of Goldschlager and the cufflinks from Randy.

"Sorry Codes," Mike said, spotting the look on Cody's face, "Course...didn't mean to rub it in."

"It's fine," Cody replied, "Don't change the subject on my account...anyone seen Dean?"

"Actually," Curtis said, "I did...was gonna say but got sidetracked. You'll never guess who he rode in with?"

"Ziggler...I knew...I warned him but he doesn't want to listen...he'll get hurt bad," Cody sighed.
"Nope...right hair colour," Curtis said.

Mike scowled. He knew EXACTLY which blonde top Curtis was referring to purely by a process of elimination. No. Not him. After all that mean shit he said to him after Mania?

"Wait...AMBROSe...and JAKEY?" he roared, startling them all.

"Swagger...yeah...oh of course..." Curtis said.

"SHould that matter?" asked Cody, "You're dating Cesaro now..."

"No...doesn't matter..." Mike was scowling and his whole demeanor suggested that it DID matter and mattered a LOT. He was SO jealous and he hated himself for it.

"Wait, Dean Ambrose and Swagger...Ziggler?" Layla said, "I thought he was with Seth?"

"Keep up Lay," Curtis said, "It was all over WWE when Rollins and him split up...the day Seth went heel. Most of us didn't even realise they were dating...were you not there when Dean made that huge scene?"

"Nope," Layla said.

"And Dean's now the office bike, AKA our Corey," Paige said.

"Corey?" Mike raised an eyebrow, eyes still ragingly green.

"Corey Graves, AKA the Poundland Punk AKA Whorey Corey," Paige said, "He's gross. If you've got a dick and pulse, you've got a chance of him chasing you."

"He came onto me at Takeover," Cody said.

"The company's biggest power bottom?" Mike said incredulously, "Wow he must have had every available top in NXT to go after you!"

"Hey!" Cody pouted.

"To be fair to Codes, he's seriously stacked up front," Curtis teased.

"HEY!" Cody pouted more, cheeks scarlet. Now he was a promised boy, he was incredibly starting to find the smutty talk rather grating. He of all people. He must be getting old.

"Steady on girls you're making him blush," Paige teased, getting to her feet, "Suppose I better find the golden girl and go through tonight's match. God help me. Let me know if you're partying after.."

"Paige..wait.." Cody was fumbling in his pocket again.

"What?"

Cody blew yet more gold stars all over her, causing her to squeal uncharacteristically and flail her arms like she'd just walked into a swarm of Highland midges.

Mike was tensed up. JAw set. Fists clenched. The jealousy was raging through his veins and he couldn't stop it. He really thought he was over Swagger, accepting that married men were off limits. But then to find out, of all people, the fucking Lunatic Fringe had slept with him?

"Mikey..." Cody said, "Stop that."

"Stop what? Not doing anything." spat Mike.

Cody shook his head. He should go find Dean. Find out if it was true or whether Dean and Jack were simply car pool buddies. He picked up his bag of presents and padded out of Catering to the locker room. No sign of Dean.

He placed the bag inside his huge rucksack and zipped it up tight. No point changing until the last minute when you now wore a sweaty catsuit instead of trunks.

---

Jack Swagger leaned against the wires box, sated gasps leaving his lips.

"Damn you needed that, huh," grinned Dean, who was kneeling on the floor, grinning up at him.

"More like someone will catch us," panted Jack, "Damn man, you're fucking amazing at head."

"Been told," Dean smirked, eyes glinting, "Sorry...we can't...ya know..."

"It's cool," Jack replied, "Like I said in the car dude, if you want to make this a regular thing, I don't mind waiting."

Dean smiled. A genuine smile.

Jack smiled back. Dean was actually really attractive when he was just himself, and not living his gimmick. He had a nice smile. Wow he was getting soft. Not becoming of a 'Real American'. He needed to keep his guard up though. Mike was a bit of a hot mess now he thought about it. Using him, Barrett and Cesaro in a twisted rotation. Jack knew he was a rebound for Dean. But it didn't mean he should be an asshole to the guy. He didn't realise underneath his bonkers facade was simply a lonely guy looking for affection.

Dean zipped up and fastened Jack's jeans before getting to his feet.

"Hey," Jack said, extending a long, thick arm and hugging Dean to his chest, rubbing the younger man's bare shoulders.

Dean looked up at the blonde, handsome face and leaned up to kiss him. Jack kissed him right back and Dean began to deepen it, moaning a little.

"Damn my fucking shoulder," complained Dean, "You were fucking amazing last night."

"If ya want," Jack muttered, "I can give ya a bit of relief...ya know...if you're getting, restless."

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

Jack grinned and began to undo Dean's ugly jeans. Dean wriggled hius hips to get them down along with his sexy briefs. Jack began to jerk Dean's cock. He was cool with this. Dean moaned at the contact and melted against the box.

"C'mon man," rasped Jack, jerking Dean quite fast.

"Jake...please?"

"Please what?"

"You won't be less of a man you know..."

Jack froze. Oh no. Dean had better not be asking to fuck him. He had boundaries.

"You offered to last night," Dean went on.

"Oh...yeah...er...sure...not very good at it mind.."

Jack sunk to his knees and clumsily took Dean's hard cock into his mouth.

Dean's mind was wandering...he was fucking Jack's face earnestly...could he and Jack make something of this? Jack was such a stud. The kind teenage Dean would drool over in magazines etc. Blonde. Tall. Proportioned. Wide chest. Narrow abs. Long legs. A big ass to grab. And a thick, long dick. So what if Jack had a slight lisp? Nobody was perfect. But Jack was married and had a young son...damn. Always the way. The best ones were already taken.

Seth? Seth who?

He pulled his cock from Jack's mouth, sensing the big guy was really out his comfort zone.

Jack was relieved and stood back up.

"Gonna save it," Dean smirked, pecking Jack on the lips.

"Oh?" Jack smirked back.

"I also like it slow and sensual, missionary," whispered Dean, "Not just Rated M For Moxley you know..."

"Whatever you want man, you're the boss," smiled Jack good-naturedly.

"You're such a gent," sighed Dean, "Why can't more guys be like you?"

Jack was about to scoff that he was no gent, cheating on his wife (again) with another man but hey, Dean was piling on the flattery right now.

"After the show," he whispered, stroking Dean's cheek, "I'll take ya to bed. Not just a big ol' lug from Oklahoma. I can be gentle too."

Dean whimpered.

"I gotta go change," Jack said, "Meet ya after we go off air?"

"See ya..."

Dean watched the blonde hunk saunter away, eyes raking his delicious body. He'd pulled one hottie in Jack. Jack was the sort of guy Dean normally would say was way out his league. On the indies Dean's skyscraper-high body count had ranged from athletic jocks to overweight beardies, young, old..whatever indie wrestlers were so horny and desperate enough that they'd do it with a guy for one night just to blow a load. He knew from his budding friendship with Cody that by the sounds of it, he was more of a slut than even Cody or Josh had ever been. And they had been massive sluts.

Dean didn't actually know the exact amount of men he'd slept with. But it was well into triple figures.

"Hey..." came a cute lisp and Dean saw Cody, barely recognisable with his big fake glasses and now a cap on too.

"Oh..hey...Happy birthday," replied Dean.

"Thank you," beamed Cody, "Can we talk?"

Dean sighed.

"Might as well tell you," he said, "No, I wasn't going to see Nick...I...met up with...Jake...Hager."

"Oh Dean..." Cody sighed, "Why? He's a married dad.."

"He's also the best sex I've had in a long time," Dean said, "He's so good to me Cody."

"Because he wants a male side hoe to keep him happy whilst he's away from wifey!" exclaimed Cody, "Dean! Sweetie...don't! You'll get hurt again."

"Nobody else wants me," shrugged Dean, "Nick just makes me feel like shit."

"What happened to wanting to make it up with Seth?" Cody challenged.

"Meh. Don't miss him that much, selfish fucking cunt," snarled Dean, "All he cares about is his career. Least I get to hurt him on TV. And in matches."

"Dean...I know you've still got feelings for him," Cody said, "I can see it in your eyes."

"Whatever, anyway, Jakey's looking after me now," Dean spat, "He's such a gentleman...treats me like a human not just a fuck."

"Course he will cos he wants to be in control," Cody sighed, "He might seem like the perfect guy...I know he';s hot...but...remember, he's hurting his wife and kid every time he touches you. You're not the first, Dean."

"Yeah I know, Miz...yadda yadda...Miz was a fucking greedy whore!" Dean said, "He was banging Cesaro AND Barrett along with Jakey."

"And he had a thing going with Joshy for a while," Cody said bitterly.

"Huh?"

"Oh yes. August 2012. He and Joshy had a dirty little fling."

"I didn't know..."

"Neither did I until Kidd told me after catching them in a rest stop. Yuck. Anyway...ancient history...just be careful Dean. It won't end well."

Dean sighed. He could tell Cody was only being a friend and caring about him. But he wished the guy would back up. OK he had to fill his time on the road somehow now his boyfriend was fired, but couldn't he just butt out? Dean was a grown man. He could control his own personal life.

"I'll see you later Cody," he said gruffly before shuffling into Catering.

---

Dean padded to the food table and loaded his plate with chicken wings as per usual. No total Divas around so he could be left alone. And no sign of Seth. Thank fuck.

He set his plate on the table and was about to sit down..

SMACK!

A hand had slapped him hard around the face and a flash of white.

"What the?"

He looked up to see a fuming Miz.

"Miz...what the actual FUCK?"

"Slut...whore...enjoy stealing a married man did you?" Mike gasped, eyes flashing.

"Excuse me...none of your God damn business!" Dean snapped, squaring up to his fellow Ohio native.

"It is my business!" Mike snarled, "Jakey only needed somewhere to blow his load! You know that! He doesn't give a fuck about you! And you're USING HIM!"

"Oh am I?" Dean was incredulous," Get out my face you overrated FAT piece of Hollywood wannabe trash!"

"Jakey deserves SO much better than a street rat like YOU Ambrose...fucking...alleycat whore!" Mike was shaking.

Several people were looking at them now.

"What's it to you anyway?" Dean snapped, "You're not fucking dating him!"

"At least I loved him! You just want a quick fix to get your slutty ass over Rollins! You're worse than fucking Reby Sky!"

"DON'T YOU DARE BRACKET ME WITH THAT SKANK MIZANIN!" roared Dean, brining the entire of Catering into silence...just as Seth had walked in.

Seth;s stomach did a backflip as he heard Dean shouting. And spotted him, poppy-eyed and red in the face, staring Miz down in the corner. Should he get involved?

No.

Don't.

Let Dean make an ass of himself.

"Why? What makes you any better than her ratchet ass?" sneered Mike.

"Just get out my fucking face fatso before I smash it into that wall," Dean's voice was shaking with fury.

Mike knew he was beat...this guy was fucking borderline anyway as far as he was concerned, and decided to be content with a sneering huff before turning away.

"What the hell was that?" Seth tried to ask Mike as he passed.

"Out my face Rollins," spat Mike, shoving him on his way out.

"Asshole!" Seth spat.

Mike had bigger fish to fry. Namely, big, blonde Oklahoman fish.

The torch he carried for Jack Swagger that he thought had been extinguished by Cesaro's impeccable treatment of him and shooting The Marine 4 had been thoroughly re lit by his jealousy that Jack had found someone else to play with. Mike was smitten with the big blonde and he knew it. And he was sure Cesaro knew too. Why else was Cesaro making such a Herculean effort to please him by buying him expensive clothes, hiring him prestige cars, and trying to give him earth-shattering sex on tap. He was trying to keep Mike from straying back to his roughneck Oklahoman.

Mike thought he'd convinced himself that he was over Jack.

But now...

Dean that SLUT was just USING Jack. He couldn't make Jack happy. Not like Mike could! Mike had known him longer damnit!

An hour ago Mike was checking out Chris jericho! And now...Chris who? But that was before he'd found out that Jack had found another...

Where was Jack?!

Mike slapped open the superstars' locker room door.

And THERE HE WAS.

In his singlet.

Looking more delicious than ever.

Mike was so glad Cesaro and Cena were workout buddies.

Left him to play on his own.

And right now...he had a man to reclaim.

"Hi Jakey," he purred.

He placed his hand on his hip and his shades back onto his face, straightening his scarf.

Jack looked up.

"What the hell are you doing?" he growled, "I thought I made myself clear. Finito."

"C'mon Jakey," wheedled Mike, sitting down next to him, "You really think I prefer Claudio over you?"

"That guy loves you!" snapped Jack, "You cheating prick."

"Takes one to know one!" Mike replied, stung, "Jakey...I can't...stop thinking about you."

"We wouldn't just be a teensy bit butthurt and jealous by any chance?" Jack spat, folding his huge arms, "Because I take it you know."

"Yes I do. That fucking sewer rat?!" snarled Mike, "Dean Ambrose is just Reby fucking Sky with a dick! No morals and a hole that's been used more times than the Google search box!"

"Leave him alone," Jack hissed, "Jealousy is ugly, Mike."

"How is he better than me?" Mike almost pleaded, "We had such great times together Jakey..."

"When you weren't hitting up Cesaro or Barrett...or Lesnar," spat Jack.

"Mean!" Mike pouted.

"Grow up," Jack snarled.

"Oh. I get it. I know why you want a piece of Skankbrose!" Mike was reddening with anger now, "It's because he's SLIM isn't it? I'm too fucking fat for you!"

"Oh for God damn's sakes..." sighed Jack. Not now. Not the fucking weight debate again.

"I've lost a few pounds Jakey.." Mike said, "WOrking on the Marine 4 has toned me up...not so flabby...you'll like it..."

"Quit it. Where's your fucking dignity!" Jack huffed, getting to his feet.

Mike grabbed his arm.

"Please Jakey...I know I messed up...you're the one I really want, please..."

"And that's AFTER you've spent the last...what...4 months rinsing Cesaro's fucking wallet? You're a fucking leech Mizanin! All because you want to fund your stupid fucking Hollywood celebrity lifestyle with your WIFE MAryse! She's as rich as you if not more so! WHy don't you rinse her!"

"He wants to spend money on me, making me his 'lady'," Mike whined, "I want to be yours Jakey. The pampered princess to a rough and tough Oklahoma boy...Jakey you're still the best sex I've ever had!"

"Pound for pound the strongest guy in this damn company can't even satisfy your thirsty ass," Jack said in distaste, "You might want to look up treatment for fucking sex addiction Mizanin!"

Mike was getting desperate.

He unbuttoned his suit pants and dropped them as well as opening his white shirt and jacket to expose his sheer black briefs.

"Look Jakey...don't you want me..." he whimpered, turning to the wall and sticking his thick, curvy butt out, "Look just like lace panties...black lace...ones you like Cat to wear.,.."

"Shut up!" snarled Jack, "Cover yourself up!"

"Touch me Jakey, I won't bite you," Mike mewled.

"You make me sick Mizanin," Jack was shaking his head and heading for the door, "And you're still too fucking fat. There. I said it. You look like a pig in fishnets."

Mike almost fell to the floor.

No.

Not his Jakey.

Jack just didn't call him fat...no...

The locker room door slammed shut.

Mike redressed, feeling humiliated.

He hugged his arms to his chest.

And began to sob.

It was no use. He wasn't in love with Cesaro. He'd just convinced himself he was.

The more he spoke the guy's name in sex...in a desperate bid to make it real.

Cesaro wasn't Swaggs.

He needed to win Jack back.

But how? Without coming across as a psycho stalker? Like Zack Ryder? He'd heard about Ryder pursuing Cena. Well some of it. Mike wasn't that. But his heart burned and ached for the big blonde who'd just insulted him.

The door opened and another suited man walked in.

"Mike? What's the matter?"

Alex RIley sat next to his old buddy and former mentor. He was so glad they'd managed to patch things up after he, Alex, went off the rails in 2012-13.

"Lexeee..." Mike buried his head in Alex's chest.

"What's up man? Shit happened with Cesaro?"

"No Lexie," Mike pulled away, padding to the hand towels to wipe his face, orange smears coming off onto the dark beige, rough paper, "I've got to tell someone..."

"What?" asked Alex, "Sounds heavy."

"It is," Mike said.

"You know you can tell me anything," Alex said, "Always."

Mike took Alex's hand and grasped it.

"I don't love Claudio...I've tried, really I have...I can't. I settled for him because he was unattached...he's fantastic in bed...probably one of the best ever...he's such a gentleman, always buying me new suits...hiring the flashiest cars on the road, spoiling me with the best meals out...but...I can't love him...I love someone else Lexie...I'm still in love with Jakey."

"Swagger...c'mon man, we talked about that, you said you were over him when he chewed you out after Mania...what's changed?"

"When Jakey decided, after saying he wasn't into dudes no more...to start porking fucking Ambrose! Ambrose, I tell you! THat dirty, stinking piece of TRASH who fucks anything in pants! I've heard about him! I just googled Jon Moxley easy and found out a LOT of dirt. Amazing what you can find on the net Lexie...Jakey deserves a man who loves him...not someone who'll throw him away within a week to move onto his next. He fucking used and dumped Nicky!"

"I try and stay out of it," Alex said, "Now I've got Evvy...Matt suppose I can call him that again now he's decided to go back to using the name Matt Sydal...I'm keeping alow profile and out of all the dramas here."

"Don't blame you," Mike replied, "But...Ambrose...he's like...no offence...like you used to be..."

"That bad?" Alex raised his eyebrows, "But maybe it's best to just try and move on. Or have a break?"

"I can't!" Mike said.

"I dunno what else to suggest...at least TRY and give things another go with Cesaro...you never know, it could work," Alex said.

"Yeah..." sighed Mike, "You're right Lexie...should count my blessings. Thanks...can always rely on you."

"You never used to but...yeah..thanks," Alex said, a slight smile on his face, "I better go set up preshow panel...does suck a little without Josh...Renee's just a bit too fake for my liking..anyway...see you later."

"See you later," Mike said, head racing as Alex got up and left the locker room.

---

OK...well...there's scheming and manipulation galore going on at the moment! And Daniel Bryan's now turned nasty on Sheamus...AJ's come back with a huge ego...it's all go in WWE right now. And closing with a touch of platonic Mizley...the good old days...awww.

Dean seems to be in a happier place right now..and what would you do if you were Swagger? Or Seth? It's a conundrum.

As you can see I've really wound down the Zack-Centon quagmire. I imagine Zack is watching his back right now all the budget cuts that are going on...he's on VERY thin ice at the moment so having to just suffer in silence rather than make big scenes. He might not be snatching Randy's weave right now but he's sure as hell thinking it!

Coddles...yeah he's had a total change...no more sassy Queen Bee and he's all cute and loved up and chill now things are definitely good. Joshy might not be in WWE no more (:'() but they're rock solid now. I may bring Josh back for the odd appearance if people still want to see him as this whole trilogy/series was originally based around him!

Shade drama..well with Wade off the scene I can't do too much. Biut Sheamus has a scheming DB to deal with now. Daniel, like Mizzy doesn';t want the toy...and doesn't want anyone else to have it either! Send in Dr Shelby!

Hope you enjoyed this! xx