Chapter 16
Thanks to those who are still following and enjoying this :) But I do seem to be losing followers faster than the 'E seems to be losing money at the moment so I can honestly say, I don't know how much more of this story I can do.
Montreal, Quebec, Canada.
Outside the famous arena, site of the city's namesake Screwjob seventeen years previous, a flash Mercedes-Benz was just pulling in. Out of it climbed a sharply, uber-fashionably dressed man, head-to-toe in designer labels. Alone.
Mike The Miz was on a mission. Last night at the airport, he'd had a blazing row with his Swiss boyfriend Cesaro and had arrived and flown here alone. Well he'd picked the fight to get rid of Cesaro. Oh yes bitch. His tune had dramatically changed. LAst week was only the start of it. He'd accused Cesaro of checking out a hot security guard and flirting with said guard. And it had worked.
Mike had totally fallen out of the small amount of grafted love he'd had for the Swiss. Sure he was rich, hung and gentlemanly. But he was the strongest man in WWE damnit. Why was he always so NICE and gentle? Mike liked being treated a bit rough from time to time! He was a big guy. It was like Cesaro was so intent on keeping Mike he was bordering on smothering. And plus, Mike only ever had eyes for Jack Swagger. Jack was just so perfect. Why did he have to be married? Why did he decide to chase fucking skankbag Ambrose?
When he and Cesaro had worked separate brands, Mike had tried unsuccessfully to hit Jack up on Grindr. So he had to be content with a dildo...and oh lord. He'd thought of Jack pounding him and had shot one huge load...more than he'd ever done with Cesaro at his best. He was completely smitten.
A Chevrolet Impala was pulling in as Mike signed in with the security guard and instantly his face lit up as he clocked the tall blonde behind the wheel. Jack was alone. No Zeb. And no Dean. Oh yes.
His phone buzzed.
From: Lexie
Have you talked to Cesaro yet? x
Mike tapped a response
To: Lexie
Nope. But Jakey's just arrived...in his workout gear *heart eyes emojis*
He ogled Jack, who was in a tight vest and baggy workout shorts, as the Real American made his way over. Jack spotted Mike and scowled. Oh no. Why couldn't he take a hint?
Mike's phone buzzed once more.
From: Lexie
Really? You're gonna wind up getting hurt...quit it.
"Hi Jakey!" grinned Mike, flashing his winning pearly whites, ignoring Alex's text.
"Hi," Jack said curtly as he signed in and strode through the doors.
Mike began to follow him.
"I dressed up for you," he simpered, "You like it?"
"Leave me alone," Jack said brusquely, not looking at him and keeping on walking.
"Please Jakey...I miss you!"
"Has all that fucking fake tan gotten to your head? No! I'm married!"
"Didn't think of Cat when you were sticking it up Ambrose's diseased ass did you?!"
"We are not doing this here!"
"It's just us Jakey, you're an early bird like me..."
"Leave me the fuck alone Mizanin!"
"Why? What's Ambrose got that I haven't?"
"Er..."
"You can't answer! He's a bigger whore than I'll ever be! I bet he's opened his legs to a different guy every night this week!"
"Like you did?"
"THat hurt Jakey. I wouldn't have to if you weren't married."
"Don't you dare..."
"Why Jakey? We had a connection! You held me after sex! You chose a supermodel over me."
"Shut the fuck up!" snarled Jack.
"I love you Jakey."
"Now you're just talking shit."
"I do! I love you. I want to be Mrs Swagger. Michael Hager..."
"SHUT UP!" roared Jack.
Mike's big blue eyes were dewy as he realised just what he said. Now he'd scared Jack off for good.
"Sorry," grunted Jack.
"It's OK," Mike said hoarsely, "Big mouth..."
"I had no idea you felt that way about me," Jack sighed, "You need to...find some way of working shit out with Cesaro...I've moved on. We could never work anyway."
"Why?"
"Because..."
"It's BECAUSE I'M FAT ISN'T IT HAGER?!" Mike bellowed at the top of his lungs, every syllable pained.
"No! Did I ever say that?"
"A pig in fishnets were your words! Fine...if that's how you feel Jakey...I won't be bothering you again..."
Mike turned dejectedly on his heels and walked back outside, sobbing.
As soon as he was in the parking lot, he crouched behind his hired Mercedes and stuck two fingers down his throat. He heaved. Nothing. He tried it again. He retched and vomited on the grass behing the low wooden fence. If he had to starve himself to get Jack, he would. Up the cardio. Follow Dolph Ziggler's empty stomach regime. Maybe Jack would want him if he looked like Dolph?
He was going to hit the drugstore and get some laxatives. Least if Cesaro did want makeup sex...he now had a cast-iron excuse to turn him down.
Jack Swagger was in Catering when Dean and ROman walked in, Dean's face lighting up when he saw the tall hot blonde. Roman rolled his eyes.
"It's not gonna end well man," he said to Dean.
"Shut up," Dean said.
"Seriously, he's just a bit of good sex...you miss Seth."
"Don't talk about that self serving cunt."
Roman sighed and rolled his eyes again. Was he going to have to take a leaf out of Sheamus' book and do some interfering to try and get their stubborn asses back together? Dean just didn't look right with Swagger in his opinion. Maybe because he;d always known Seth and Dean as a couple and because they'd done so much as a trio in the past 2 years? And Swagger was a married Dad. Roman was a dad and he thought it was wrong that Swagger was shamelessly messing about with dudes at work and then going home to play dutiful hubby and father. Like how the internet thought Randy Orton was. Well mostly.
Speak of the devil.
"Hey," rumbled Randy.
"Oh hey man," Roman replied, frowning as Dean kissed Jack openly right there in Catering.
"What's eating you?" asked Randy.
"Don't ask," grunted Roman.
Randy saw Dean nuzzling Jack. His mouth dropped open.
"He really gets around doesn't he?"
"Tell me about it," Roman said, "When Swaggs wasn't at the live events we were, Dean was still hitting up strangers on Grindr...suppose it's not like a relationship..."
"As long as he doesn't even THINK of going after Johnny..." growled Randy, folding his inked arms, "Or I'm ripping every strand of that mop off his fucking HEAD!"
"Easy man, I don't think he will," Roman said, laughing a little nervously.
"He better not try any of his indie tricks again tonight," Randy growled, "I'm not a bitch to be messed with."
"I'm sure he won't man, take it easy," Roman replied.
"He groped my dick a few times..." snarled Randy.
Roman facepalmed.
"Oh GOD..."
"AMBROSE!" Randy yelled.
Dean turned to him.
"What?" he said petulantly.
"A word!"
Dean huffed and stomped over to Randy.
"What? You need to man up...it's my gimmick so just take it like a fucking man Orton!" he spat.
"Not that," Randy scowled, "It's about you touching me up. One...I'm taken. Two..I wouldn't go with a low-rent slut like you...and three...you even THINK about giving John the eye they will not find the parts to your body! This is not the fucking indies, this is WWE. We have fucking etiquette here."
"Relax your ladyship," Dean said, raising his hands, "I don't want Cena. I don't need him.."
"Oh so he's not good enough, huh?" snarled Randy.
Roman was burying his head in his hands. What was with some guys? Jesus...women seemed like such less work.
"No...I don't steal others' men," Dean said, folding HIS arms, squaring up to Randy, "How about you bother your flat ass getting to know me before judging me next time. See you in the ring."
He stormed back over to Jack who was eyeing Randy up with a slight glare.
"Not cool man," Roman sighed.
"Guess I flew off the handle...Ryder thing..." confessed Randy.
A hulk of a man cast a shadow over the pair of them as John Cena rolled up.
"What's going on?" he said, "I heard bassy shouting and came running."
"Think your man's a bit...tetchy," Roman said.
"He's always tetchy," teased John, "Randal...care to explain why you were yelling at Ambrose?"
"Afraid he might go after you next," mumbled Randy.
"Why?"
"Because he's got more ass...he's a slut...he's taking Swagger away from his wife.."
"So did Miz and you used to joke about that."
Roman, sensing that he was playing a distinct gooseberry, shuffled away to get some water, nodding at them.
"I'm insecure Johnny," Randy lowered his voice, "You know...since Ryder..."
"Who I'm still supposed to be seeing," John said, "You've been so lucky he's not been needed as much this past week."
"I have..." Randy grinned naughtily, "Johnny...reckon we could slip away for a little while?"
"Randal Keith Orton...wait until tonight."
"But Johnny..."
John whispered into Randy's ear, turning up his accent.
"Imma gonna lay you down on that bed...be all long and slow.."
They'd been having stolen sex a LOT since being secretly (well only to Zack) reconciled...but it was always hard and fast for fear of Zack calling John or showing up unannounced. Randy wanted a bit more romance and had complained about feeling more like a dirty secret than John;s long term partner. Even though he knew that's how they had to be for now.
John shot him the dimples as his huge hand slipped inside the black trunks, gently caressing that skin.
"Gonna take you to the bus...pick yo ass up...kiss you slow...lay ya on da bed...slowly gettin ya all juiced up..."
Randy whimpered. Promises of long and slow fucking AND Thuganomics...oh JOHN...he was ragingly hard.
"Johnny...is the bus clean?"
John howled with laughter and yanked his hand from the trunks. Oh for goodness sake...Randy...seriously..was there no stopping him?
"I think so..."
"Not funny Cena. I'm not letting you have sex with me if I have to look at dirty clothes and protein pudding containers! Kills the damn mood!"
Huffing, Randy folded his arms.
John removed his title belts from his huge neck and took Randy's hand.
Randy was annoyed they had to travel separately to get to Canada but sometimes these things were necessary. He was horny as well.
"I gotta go see Carrano," John said, "But thought I'd swing by to check my boy wasn't causing trouble with Lunatic Fringes."
"OK...see you later..."
John kissed Randy openly in the middle of Catering. As each week went by, he was practically urging someone to tell Zack, or for Zack to catch them making out. Restore things to how they were. He picked his titles back up and left the room.
Randy perused over the buffet table before loading up with fruit and looking for a seat. He spotted Cody and Curtis in their usual spot.
"Knock knock," he said.
"Oh hey Randalyn," beamed Cody from behind his ever-present Off Duty Glasses.
"I thought you retired the plastics," Randy said, sitting down.
"He;s just telling me some good date night movies," Curtis explained.
"Don't take movie advice from him unless you want the entire X-Men backstory explained," snarked Randy.
"X-Men is not for date night," Cody said, "I was just recommending Beaches."
"I don't do chick flicks," Curtis said.
"You watched Mean Girls," Randy put in.
"Doesn't every gay guy?" sighed Curtis, "Just ticking a box."
"Is Ryback really a date night sorta guy?" asked Randy.
"He's a gentleman," Curtis sighed happily, "Not just a big lug. He's an avid reader."
"Curtis..." Randy said, "No offence meant...but how do you get such a fat ass?"
Curtis was offended regardless. He'd been feeling a little self conscious lately and Randy fucking Orton just insulted him! Thanks a bunch!
Cody grabbed his arm.
"Get off!" he snarled, "FUck you Orton."
"I wasn't trying to..."
"We can't all be fucking Ken dolls!"
"I never said...I was asking..."
"By calling me FAT!" Curtis snapped.
"He didn't," Cody sighed, "Curtis...honey...calm it...you know he's insecure.."
"Orton insecure? Tell me another one Cody!"
"Actually I am," Randy growled, "I was only asking...because I wish I had a butt like yours.."
Curtis blushed. Randy Orton just complimented HIM?
"Cody's got the best booty," he said.
"Yes I know, the catsuit shows everything," teased Randy, "But seriously Curtis, if I had one like yours..."
"I do lots of squats," Curtis said, "And maybe it's genes."
"You should see him in his red briefs...like two ripe tomatoes...unf," beamed Cody, "Seriously, my bestie is a hottie."
Curtis was scarlet.
"Well...er...yeah...date night movies...Beaches..yeah?" he mumbled, "What's it about?"
"Sam made me watch that," Randy put in, "I bawled."
"You? Cry?" Curtis scoffed.
"I never cry at movies," Randy said, "Especially chick flicks but fuck...the toughest guy on earth would cry at that."
"It's a sweet movie.." Cody said, "Just trust me. And it's OK to cry. Means your Big Guy can hold you."
"You're such a fucking sap!" teased Curtis.
"He is," Randy smirked, "He was unbearable in Legacy. Him and DiBiase used to make me sick."
"It was cos you and Cena were sickening we had to fight back!" Cody pouted.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Curtis said, getting to his feet and leaving the room, walking right past his brief nemesis Dean Ambrose.
"Gross," Dean said loudly, "Seriously if you're flabby you should wear a singlet."
"Excuse me?" Curtis turned to Dean.
"I don't want to have to look at your gut and wobbly fat ass spilling out of ill fitting trunks, kills the mood," Dean spat, "Dunno why Ryback sticks around when you cost me my US title by fucking flirting with my boyfriend!"
Jack was totally confused by this whole exchange.
He'd had a beer or two with Rybaxel (Cody had retired to bed to SKype Josh that night) after a Live event last week but was that really necessary? And wait did Dean just refer to Jack as his boyfriend? Oh shit.
"Get over it, how long ago was that?" Curtis sighed.
"I haven't forgotten," growled Dean, "And you think you can try and steal Jake from me too?"
"It was one beer you insecure prick," Curtis scowled, folding his arms, "No wonder Rollins dumped you."
"And I bet you couldn't WAIT to pick at my leftovers! As per usual," Dean snarled, "After all, you picked at Lita's leftovers before he decided to move onto his next target and wife her so you couldn't chase him anymore! Well you can think again about trying it on with Jakey. He hates fatties. You AND Miz should take your ratchet overweight asses to fat camp and leave him the hell alone!"
"Hey c'mon," Jack said.
Curtis was INCENSED. He'd tolerated Dean because of his burgeoning friendship with Cody of late...but Dean wanted to pick a fight and re-open old wounds between them? And he just mentioned Punk. That was a no go.
But Curtis decided to not risk being fired this time and chose to continue to the bathroom before he wound up pissing himself.
In the bathroom, Curtis was checking himself out in the mirror. He supposed he was getting a bit fluffier in places but Ryback hadn't said anything. He did have a very big ass. But he'd always been so proud of it. Maybe he should have worn that singlet after Money In The Bank.
THe toilet flushed and out came Mike the Miz, holding his stomach. Operation Get Thin For Swagger was in force.
"Hey," Mike said.
"Oh hey," Curtis said, "Mike...be honest...have I..put weight on?"
"No," Mike said, "You look fine to me. Who's been calling you fat?"
"Ambrose," snarled Curtis.
"Oh. THAT." scowled Mike.
"You don't like him either?"
"I hate him. If Reby Sky was male...Ratchet Skankbrose I call him. He's fucking dirty as fuck. ANd he stole my man!"
"He fucked Cesaro and all?"
"No. My rightful man!"
"Oh...Swagger...you still like him?"
"Uh huh."
Mike's stomach rumbled.
"Will you excuse me..."
He darted back into the stall.
"You feeling OK?" asked Curtis.
"Yeah...ow...yeah...I'll be fine." came Mike's voice through the door, Curtis politely pretending not to hear the noises.
"Cos you've got a match with Jericho and you won't be able to if you're feeling sick?"
"I'll be fine, thank you," Mike said, "Self induced."
"Bad food?"
"Nope...not exactly," Mike replied, "I uh...crash dieting."
"Why?"
"Jakey thinks I'm fat. If I'm thin he'll want me."
"You're not fat Miz, you never were."
"You're sweet Axel but I've always been chubby. Your curves are in the right places. I'm just a fat lump. Used to call myself curvy but I'm deluding myself."
"This is Morrison's doing...he was the one who used to do the Big Fat Mike hashtag.."
"Yeah I know...and it hurt more coming from him. I was crazy about him."
"I thought you were..why didn't you?"
"There was a bit of an obstacle..."
"Melina."
"Yuck."
"Did anyone actually like her?"
"No. Most people tolerated that glorified ring rat."
"Ambrose would like her then."
Mike re-emerged, exhaling and holding his stomach. He might have been a bit heavy handed with the old ExLax but hey, no pain, no gain. He had a blonde hunk to ensnare.
"I like you Curtis, you know what's up," he said, washing his hands.
"I feel bad, because Cody's my best friend and he really likes Rat Skank...I'm cordial when he's around Cody. I thought maybe I should just let things be but then he decided to insult me in front of Swagger just now because he had a few beers with me and Ryan after a live event last week!"
"You're far better looking," Mike said, "Cute face, amazing ass...hot legs. You're a hot otter."
"That's what Cody says," Curtis replied, "You're all too nice, really."
He checked out his reflection some more before turning and twerking his bubble butt.
"What you doing?" asked Mike.
"Just seeing if I'm...well..flabby back there," Curtis said.
"No fucking way...damn girl, let me spank that," giggled Mike.
He spanked Curtis.
"Cheeky!" teased the third generation superstar, "Randy Orton of all people says he wants a booty like me."
"He's an ironing board, front and back that's why," Mike chuckled.
The door opened.
"Quick, act straight," chuckled Curtis before raising his voice, "SO yeah man, that was an ace game wasn't it?"
"What game?" came a gravelly rumble as the huge figure of Ryback strode in.
Curtis beamed at his beau.
"In case it was someone like Fit or Sheamus," he said.
"I was just saying that Curtis has back," smirked Mike, "In spades. Anyway...I better go see Chrissy and go through our match."
"Will you be OK?" asked Curtis, "You know..." He motioned to his stomach.
"Think that's the worst of it," Mike said, "See you later."
He left the bathroom.
"What's that hand mark?" grinned Ryback.
"Oh..that?" giggled Curtis, "Miz...hey guess what?"
"What?"
"Randy Orton says he wants to look like me."
"Good for him," smirked Ryback, "He's a Slim Jim with a face. Nothing to hold onto."
"Ryan, be honest," Curtis said, "Am I getting porky?"
"No! Who put that shit in your head?" Ryback said incredulously.
"Ambrose."
"What?" growled Ryback, cracking his knuckles and tensing his enormous shoulders.
"Called me fat because he's screwing Swagger.."
"Oh...cos Swagger drank with us the other night? He puts the wind up me, that guy."
"Swagger?"
"Ambrose."
"Rat Skank more like. He's gross. Dunno what all the fuss is about. And his theme tune sucks. Sounds like a HArley with a stuck brake."
Ryback kissed the elder, bearded man.
"Someone's feeling a little bitchy," he rasped, "And remember what I said about ignoring AJ. Not worth getting fired over."
"I know Ryan..."
"C'mon..."
Ryback heaved his tag partner up bridal style and carried him out back into Catering, spotting the table with Cody who was now joined by Paige. He lowered his near 300 pound form into the chair previously occupied by Curtis, the man in question still in his arms.
"Awwwww...!" Paige cooed, "That's adorable!"
"Been a long time," grinned COdy, "Quickie in the bathroom?"
"No...bumped into Miz," Curtis said.
"And The Big Guy just HAPPENED to be in there too, likely story!" teased Cody, "Hey Ryback, remember he wants a date night. He's picked a movie. Tissues and hugs at the ready."
"Oh?" Ryback wasn't aware it was date night.
"Yeah...he...I...wanted to," Curtis said, "If you're up for that?"
"Yeah...be nice to stay in, and keep away from Sheamus and his bad influences," Ryback chuckled, "What movie."
"Beaches," Cody put in, "One of my favourite movies in the world."
"That's not X-Men?" smirked Ryback.
"You're determined to get the whole WWE watching Beaches aren't you?" smirked Paige.
"Yup, it's a classic," Cody said, reaching into his workout shorts pocker for some gold stars. He had them in every pocket of whatever bottoms he wore - sweatpants, workout shorts, jeans, suit trousers so he could blow stars whenever and wherever. He was such a kid and he didn't care. That promise ring glittering on his finger was the source of his new happiness.
He puffed the stars over Paige who squeaked and batted at them like flies.
"Will you stop that!" she cried, "Blow them over those two!"
Curtis was nuzzling Ryback';s huge pecs and making contented mewls.
Cody blew some more and the stars showered Rybaxel like gold raindrops.
"You're not at date night yet," he said.
Curtis flipped him the bird and continued to nuzzle the Big Guy.
"Guess what I'm doing tonight," Paige pouted.
"Beating up Summer?" Cody asked.
"Nope...chance would be a fine thing," she said, "No...I have to tag with Her Ladyship against the Funks.."
"I can hear smarks jizzing their pants in their mother's basements across the land already," Cody said, "Did you remember to curtsey?"
RYback snorted with mirth.
Curtis went rigid.
"Remember, ignore her," hissed Ryback. He absent mindedly tugged on Curtis' trunks. Exposing the smooth, luscious thigh and ass cheek. Absolutely zero underwear under those trunks.
"No knickers hey Curtis?" teased Paige.
Curtis went bright red and climbed off Ryback.
"You shouldn't be looking," he mumbled as RYback chortled roughly.
"We have a name for girls like that back home," Paige scowled, "Slags. Or slappers."
"The things he's told me about old Big Guy there...sounds about right," teased Cody.
His phone started ringing.
Curiously, expecting it to be Dustin, he picked it up. However seeing the caller ID his face lit up with excitement.
"Heyy!"
"Pull your trousers up Cody!" Paige catcalled.
"Back off!"
Cody tripped as he got to his feet, looking to find somewhere more private.
"See Paige hasn't changed, still a pain in the ass," came Josh Mathews' voice, "How are things.."
"Same as ever, apart from now we must wear formal clothes outside of work at all times," Cody said, "And if we're so much as one minute late, we get fined."
"I don't miss it as much as I thought," Josh replied, "What's with all the Gestapo new rules?"
"I think...money trouble, Vince is playing hardball," Cody said, "You're better off out of it Joshy."
"When are you off to Japan honey?" asked Josh.
"Start of next week...got some time off.." Cody said, "Joshyy...you still in Tampa, right?"
"At the moment," Josh said, "Gonna go stay with Rudy end of the week though. Need to get away. Why?"
"I was thinking, fancy a trip to Universal Studios in Orlando? I mean, Brandi will have to come along but if you're free...and you don't mind..."
"I'd love to, I know you're itching to see the Harry Potter stuff," chuckled Josh, "How soon can you fly out here?"
"I can get there early Joshy...I miss you so much," Cody said.
"Yeah I know, slutty Snapchats are sending my hormones into overdrive," Josh replied, "Guess what I bought..."
"What did you buy?"
"Something you told me Axel said gave me an idea...a bit kinky..."
"Joshy...tell me..."
"OK...spoil the surprise...I uh, got a double ender..."
Cody went hard and whimpered down the phone.
"You alone?" Josh said.
"At the moment, lemme just find a restroom...ah...here...yep, nobody here..." he locked himself in the very end stall, "Now I'm alone Joshy.."
"Well I'm in my back yard," Josh said, "Tampa is GLORIOUS right now...I'm sunbathing..."
Cody pictured that lithe yet ripped, tattooed body, those round ass cheeks...
"In the nude...Joshy stop torturing me..."
"Not quite, just a jock strap," Josh chuckled, "Getting some color on the booty.."
Cody snapped his shorts and briefs down, freeing his hardon.
"Get on video chat," he moaned.
"Yes sir," giggled Josh and he hung up. A minute later a FaceTime request came through, Cody answered.
Sure enough, Josh was in his back yard, some flash Raybans on his face, already tanned from the hot Florida sun.
"Hey gorgeous," he purred, before showing his lean tanned body, barely covered by a tiny jockstrap which was bulging.
"Jesus Joshy...why do you do this to me!" whined Cody, moving the phone to show his hard cock and bare legs, jerking himself idly, "What mood you in as you're the versatile one..."
"So are you," argued Josh, "Well I'm feeling very submissive lately...hope you don't mind."
He rolled over on the sun lounger, kicking his peachy ass up.
"As long as you tap me, I'll do anything," moaned Cody, fisting his cock, "Oh Joshy I miss you so much...I can't put it into words...like I've lost an arm."
"I miss you too honey don't you worry," Josh replied, turning over and resting his phone on the arm of his lounger as he freed his cock from the confines of the jock so he was naked in his back yard; as he lay back down he began to jerk himself off too, "Oh fuck, sexual frustration doesn't cover it...I think bottoming again has been like a shot of HRT to this old guy...fuck.."
"You're not old Joshy...stop saying that...Randal, Wade, Mizzlekins...all the same age as you.."
Cody was so close as he watched his beloved man pleasure himself, moaning unashamedly down the phone.
"No good Cody...I need more," moaned Josh, who'd mounted his phone on the table so his entire body was visible now, tanned and shining in the sun. He spread his youthful legs and sucked two fingers...inserting them inside himself and whining wantonly, "Ohhh yeah...fuck...I'm gonna get arrested..."
"I want to get there right now, mount you on that lounger and ride until my fucking legs ache," Cody moaned, "Joshy stop fingering...you're really a top and you know it..."
Now Cody was doing the same and his arm was aching holding the phone up as his other arm was between his legs, his nimble fingers touching his prostate.
"Maybe in a few months when these urges subside," whined Josh, "Sorry Coddles...but right now I want to be taken.."
"Ohhhh fuck...maybe the doubleender is a good idea then...fuck...oh fuck..."
"OH CODY!" whimpered Josh, shooting hard all over his toned abs.
"See..." moaned COdy, "I can't even be there to lap that up...oh FUCK!" He cried out as he sprayed his black vest with his release.
Josh wiped his abs down with his jock as he took the phone back.
"Fuck," he gasped, "Damn I'm a mess. I think I've gotten the menopause, not been this horny for ages."
"JOSHY!"
"Sorry honey..."
"I wish I was there Joshy...even if it's just to watch you sunbathe naked."
"Perv. Ew! You just jizzed your vest at work!"
"Looks like I'm gonna have to be shirtless until showtime."
"Like that's a hardship, Mr I-Used-To-Hit-The-Town-In-My-Trunks!"
"I have great legs Joshy, whatcha gonna do about it?"
"Spread them and pound you."
"YAY!"
"I really gotta go...damn this felt so good I'm getting sleepy. Old Josh needs a rest. Laters honey...will tune in tonight...love you."
"Love you too Joshy...bye...mwah."
"Mwah."
Cody hung up, his heart pounding. He peeled off his soiled vest and redressed his lower half. He missed Josh terribly. And his heart was aching. Sounded like Josh wasn't happy at all...he kept calling himself old. He did have a bit of an age complex. Suppose he had to wait until the fall before he could try out for any indie promotions. Cody threw his vest into the trash (meh, it was an old cheapie anyway) and padded back to Catering.
Ryback, Curtis and Paige all smirked.
"What?" he asked as he sat down, pushing his lenseless glasses back up his nose.
"You had a sly wank didn't you?" teased Paige.
"Ew! You're such a dirty bitch," complained Curtis.
Paige gave him a 'V' sign which of course meant nothing in the states but was a British version of the finger.
"Women enjoy sex too, get over it No-Knickers," she smirked.
"And some of us have to wait before we can see our partners," Cody put in.
"Is it my cue to leave?" grunted Ryback.
"Girl talk," Paige beamed, "Cover your ears."
"I'll go lift," Ryback said, "Be back later for you." He spanked Curtis who squeaked before kissing the smaller man and striding away.
"So what did munchkin have to say?" Paige grinned, "Does he want to come and play Quidditch with you in Orlando?"
"Yeah," beamed Cody, "We'll be thinking of you in Japan.."
"I can't bloody wait to go!" Paige gushed.
"So what else did he say," Curtis said, "That made you soak your vest?"
"None of your business," Cody said blushing.
"Who are you and what have you done with the Cody I know?" Paige smirked.
"yeah, usually we all have to know exactly what DiBiase and later Mathews did to that booty the night before," Curtis chimed in.
"Actually," Cody said, "I'm worried."
"What about?" asked Curtis.
"Joshy...he's hiding it but I can tell he's really cut up," Cody said sadly.
"He's been working here since I was in primary school, course he would be," Paige said.
"Also," Cody sighed, "He keeps calling himself old, an old guy...even said he was menopausal!"
"Maybe he wants kids," Paige said, shrugging.
"It's what I want," Cody said, "He'd be the CUTEST mom...oh my God..."
"So would you," Curtis said, "It's weird, I can see you or him being pregnant."
"Neither of you could handle childbirth," smirked Paige.
"If men could have babies," Cody said, "I'd be itching to bear his kid."
"This has doubled into the Twilight Zone," Curtis said, "I know the feeling though...sort of.."
"Shall I go?" asked Paige.
"You don't have to," Cody said.
"No, I need to go find her Royal Shortness," Paige huffed, "Unfortunately. But you know you can talk to me. Laters.."
She got to her feet and left the two friends alone. Curtis scowled at the mere mention of AJ.
"Curtis, babe, talk to me," COdy said, glasses once more up his nose, "Is it to do with Skippy Bitch being back?"
"Yeah," sighed Curtis, "She took a shot at Dad the other day."
"Did she...OK I hate her more," Cody snarled, "Can you see Ryback and you being married?"
"Yeah," Curtis said, "You know when you get that feeling...what do you call it...in the stomach?"
"Schluballybub?" Cody said.
"Yeah, that," Curtis said, "I never got it with Ph..Punk...but I get it with Ryan. I get what you meant...I could see us with a couple of fourth generation Hennigs in a big house..."
"Your dad would have approved, I can say that," Cody said, "Joshy is only the second boyfriend Dad ever liked. Not even Teddy called him Pop like Joshy does. I got schluballybub the day I met Joshy. But I also got it when I met Teddy."
"Cody, I know now you don't like sex talk," Curtis said, "But...something's bothering you?"
"YEah," sighed Cody, "I mean...Joshy's perfect in every way to me...but...he's...well...he's going through a major bottoming phase at the moment. Like...the day he found out they were letting him go...he was very...different in the bedroom. He goes really fem...like...not even twink fem...if I was blind, I'd think I was with a woman."
"Wow," sighed Curtis, "He is the small one...most people would assume you're the top in your relationship, especially with a wife to boot."
"I know," Cody said, "I mean, don't get me wrong...he's still fucking A1 in bed...does things to me no other top or guy in general has ever...but...am I being selfish to worry?"
"Shouldn't think so, keeps things fresh," Curtis said, "You said before that it was always the same...dirty party boy fucking with poppers and it got stale and that's why you guys ended up fighting...avoiding talking about stuff and fucking instead. Just man up a little and give him what he wants for now. You said he's hurting...maybe he just wants to be loved, rather than do the loving for a change?"
"Curtis you're an angel...thanks.." Cody said, "I knew you'd help me out...I'll just have to read guides on how to be the best top. I thought cos Joshy and I were both...it would..come naturally..no pun intended."
"You want tips on how to be a good top, try asking Cesaro.." Curtis said, "I mean, Miz is a slut so even the best top in the world he'd tire of eventually but...well...worth a shot. I mean, you're fucking hung so it shouldn't be too difficult."
"Mizzlekins and Cesaro are having trouble? Tell me more!"
"Well...when I was in the bathroom, ran into Miz. He's after Swagger again."
"But..Dean's sleeping with Swagger...I know he's not your favorite person...oh God...there's gonna be a big hot mess isn't there?"
"Yeah, Miz is taking laxatives to slim down for Swagger."
"What? Oh God..."
"Best we don';t get involved," Curtis said.
"I care about Dean," Cody replied, "Curtis...it's OK. You don';t have to like everyone I'm friends with. All I ask is no awkwardness. I'll never force you to talk to him, you know that."
After the show, Curtis and Ryback were holed up in their hotel room, deciding to check out early and drive to Ottawa for Smackdown in the morning.
"Did you still want to do 'date night'?" asked Ryback as he swiped his keycard.
"Nah," Curtis said, "It can wait until we get a day off. Make the most."
"You were very quiet," the Big Guy said, ushering the elder, smaller man into the room, "Something bothering you?"
"Yeah, those buffalo wings give you hideous breath," sulked Curtis.
"Sorry, I was hungry."
"You always are!"
"Well I'll go shower, and double brush my teeth."
"Wait...Ryan...how about a bath?"
"You;ll never get my huge ass in there."
"It's big enough. Just wanna talk. That OK?"
"Sure," the big man said, shrugging and chucking his bag in the corner. He watch Curtis get undressed, the sweatpants clinging deliciously to his amazing, curvaceous ass. And Curtis could do sinful things with that in a club. If there was one thing Ryback was grateful for about his other half's friendship with Cody, it was that Curtis was now one seriously hot twerker and could WORK that body of his.
Totally at odds with his gruff, ill-tempered heel persona on screen of course. And with his bearded face.
Curtis shucked off his sweatpants so he was naked. Before wrapping a towel around his waist as he padded to the bathroom. Ryback spanked him playfully.
"Naughty," Curtis grinned, bending over the bath to turn the taps on.
He was such a minx.
He knew he had a hot body.
Ryback;s eyes were glued to those curves.
The big guy began to strip off until just his boxers remained and strode into the bathroom, seeming to fill every available space as he did so.
The towel slipped off.
"Ooops..." giggled Curtis, ass right out, legs apart, "Ravish me Ryan."
"You said talk, and talk we shall," smirked the Big Guy.
"Ryan...c'mon...open goal..."
Ryback spanked Curtis again.
Once the bath was full, Curtis climbed in, seductively, keeping one smooth leg out of the foamy water.
"Why don't you join me?" he purred.
"I'll flood the god-damn bathroom."
"Plenty of room."
"OK."
Ryback shucked off his boxers and clumsily lowered his trucklike form into the bath, Curtis shuffling against his enormous chest. Actually, thsi tub was pretty accommodating. And this felt kinda nice.
Curtis mewled softly as he got comfy. Bliss. He felt special.
THose big arms were so protective.
"So what's eaten you," rumbled Ryback.
"Ryan...hate doing feeling stuff...but...have you ever thought about.,..long term stuff?"
"Not lately to be honest...just...why?"
"Just because...I'm 34, you're 32...it's the age where guys settle down," Curtis sighed, "If I was a woman, it'd be coming up to my last chance to have kids. I just want to know..."
"I know...cos of all the pricks who treated you like shit...no need to be so insecure," Ryback whispered, pecking the short brown hair, "I'm not...Punk. I've never been a hump and dumper."
"Brad Maddox.."
"He rode me and dumped me," Ryback sighed, "Ancient history. Let's not talk about him."
"LEt's talk about the hardon that's stabbing me in the back," Curtis giggled.
Ryback chuckled.
Curtis unplugged the bath and stepped out, foam still clinging to his sexy body.
Ryback picked up a towel as he too climbed out and began to dry Curtis down before wrapping another around his ripped waist.
Curtis lay on the bed watching RYback dry off.
"Come here," he whimpered.
Ryback straddled the smaller man with his powerful thighs before devouring his lips, grinding their hard cocks together.
"Wanna...try...new...position.." moaned Curtis.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah..." the smaller man slipped down to take the Big Guy into his mouth.
"Oh FUCK..." growled Ryback. That could not be comfortable for Curtis but he was sucking him off like no tomorrow.
Curtis released him with a cheeky smile.
"I breathe through my nose, it's cool," he said before rolling back up and onto his stomach, "You hungry? Feast on me instead."
Ryback had heard that line far too much from Curtis but every time it was still hot. And what a booty to feast on. Curtis should model skimpy underwear. He spread those globes of flesh and began to eat Curtis out, enjoying the slutty moans the bearded man began to emit.
"Ohh yeah...fuck...don't stop..."
Curtis was extra thirsty tonight.
Not that RYback complained. Ever.
Curtis shuffled away.
"I thought you said don't stop," grinned Ryback.
"Lay down Ryan, tonight, I'm in control."
"Oh?" The Big Guy was intrigued and lay on the bed.
Curtis crawled over him, a mischeivous grin on his cute bearded face before wriggling around and standing on the bed, twerking that ass right in his face. Oh FUCK...Better than Perfect indeed!
Curtis continued to snap his hips to the beat in his head and squatted over Ryback's face, the bigger man getting the message and began to rim Curtis some more.
"Ohhhh RYAN..."
Curtis was enjoying himself enormously. He felt VERY sexy. His body hangups were pushed to the back of his mind as that big rough tongue pleasured his most intimate spot.
"All the time we;ve been dating and it's taken you how long to just sit on my damn face," growled Ryback.
Curtis just leaned forward making the most wanton shape and began to suck Ryback off some more, moaning around the length.
Ryback spanked Curtis hard.
"Ohhhh yeah...more."
"You've been talking to Sami Zayn.."
"And what? Spank me Ryan."
SMACK.
"Ohh yes!"
SMACK!
"Ohh!"
SMACK!
"OHHH!"
Cutis was on absolute heat tonight. Ryback loved it when Curtis got messy. If he was a porn star he';d be a billionaire.
Curtis crawled off Ryback and began to rummage in the bag for some lube. Once he found it, he coated two fingers and stood in front of the bed, moaning loudly as he prepped himself, giving Ryback a show, his cock oozing precum.
"Jesus..." hissed Ryback.
He sat up and that';s when Curtis sprang. He shimmied onto the bed, straddling Ryback's lap.
"Love you Ryan," he whimpered, cradling the craggy face in his hands and kissing him passionately, ass hovering over Ryback';s hardon.
"Love you too...Joseph."
"Don't hurt me though..." Curtis passed him the lube.
"Wouldn't dream of it unless you asked me to."
Ryback began to coat his length.
And he'd barely finished before Curtis's legs wrapped around his back and that tight ass was lowering onto his cock...
"Ohhhhh!" Curtis cried out as he was penetrated.
Cody had gushed endlessly about this position and how it had made him feel...and how it made Josh feel when they switched...Curtis could totally see why...his skin was on fire and extra sensitive.
Ryback's enormous arms closed around the cute, curvy smooth body and began to move in time with Curtis's hips, squeaks and moans leaving the smaller man's open mouth. He was being cuddled and fucked at the same time. Perfect...oh so perfect.
Curtis was being vocal as usual but keeping it cute and restrained...low mewls and whines...even tiny little screams...perfectly complemented by the bassy throaty growls from his younger yet huger partner who was touching his spot just right. Curtis could stay like this all night. He moaned and whimpered Ryback's real name over and over again.
Ryback was in ecstasy too...yeah...he definitely could see Curtis and himself in their fifties and over still doing this. This felt like no other sex with guys he'd had. It was nice not having to constantly be Alpha Top and expected to fuck Curtis through the mattress. He was a romantic underneath the beefy brawn after all. And Curtis was still the first guy in YEARS who moaned his name. Most of them called him 'man' or 'Daddy; even though he was only 32.
"Hey," he hissed, "What's up?"
"Feels...amazing...you're fucking...ohhh...ohhh...fuck...I...I...I'm so fucking close..."
"Yeah?"
Curtis nodded as he continued to fuck himself on the bigger man, jolts shooting up his spine more and more.
"Ohhhh...Ohhh..."
Suddenly the smooth legs wrapped around the huge ripped back and the arms clung tigher to the sinewy neck as Curtis let out a loud scream and warmth splattered between their slightly sweaty, writhing muscular bodies.
Ryback was thundering closer to the edge after hearing and feeling Curtis reach orgasm unaided. He'd never been able to make a guy cum prior to Curtis.
"Don't stop Ryan...keep going...ohhh...ohhh."
"You can't..."
"Watch me try."
Curtis leaned back to really stimulate his battered prostate and his eyes rolled back once more. Oh God...this was even better! He continued to ride, this time harder. He was sensitive as fuck from coming hard already but he forced himself to continue, wanting to multiple. Cody had told him of the first time he and Josh had sex and Josh managed to come twice in the same fuck. Curtis wanted to see if it could happen to him.
Ryback grinned. He sat up, holding Curtis tight and then shuffled off the bed so he was stood up, fucking his partner mid air.
"Ohhhh! FUCK!" cried Curtis, "Always wanted this...ohhhh! Oh! keep going!"
Ryback began to pound the smaller man in this position, showing off every ounce of his strength. This was where being a Big Guy made all the difference. Oh fuck yes. And Curtis's screams were telling him this had been a good idea. A Perfect Idea, if you will.
He was getting fucking close now...oh fuck yeah...
His growls and grunts increasing louder.
"Oh Ryan...oh yeah...please...inside me...I...oohhhh!"
"You gonna shoot again?"
Curtis could feel it...he was willing it through his body with all his might. C'mon...he wasn't old yet...c'mon...he needed to cum one more time...he had to..this would feel off the scale mid air...
Ryback started to grunt and hiss rapidly like a bear, Curtis's screams ringing in his ears.
"Ohh...Ryan...fuck..oh fuck...fuck...think...I'm...gonna...again...oh...ohhhh..."
A loud bellow merged with a deafening scream as both men hit their climaxes almost in unison.
Curtis's legs were so numb he was sure he'd fall...
Ryback's knees gave way and he toppled back onto the bed, bringing his partner with him.
Cody Rhodes was sat at breakfast early next morning.
He was picking at his Boo-Berry (yes, he still ate it) cereal. C'mon Curtis. As he idly browsed his phone, he spotted in the corner two men. A large blonde and a brunette. Jack and Dean. Cody didn't know how to accept it. He had tried to tell Dean to try and make it up with Seth but it seemed like Dean didn't care. Playing with a married man will only leave Dean heartbroken again.
But if Dean was happy.
Then Cody decided it wasn't his business. Too many times over the years he'd interfered in others' relationships and all it did was piss them off and make him look like a colossal busybody. He only thought he was trying to help but it always did the exact opposite.
He shovelled blue cereal into his mouth and continued to browse Tumblr, namely looking for posts on X-Men, Zelda, and Majora's Mask to reblog.
He still followed PervyRasslinCaps girl (now under the name of RandalynOrton..ha) to see if any fake ass gossip about him showed up. At least she sort of swallowed the marriage.
"Hey," came a voice.
Cody looked up to see Curtis. He was glowing. Instantly the ravenette shuffled up to let his bestie sit down.
"How are you?" asked Cody.
"Oh Cody...I had an amazing night," sighed Curtis, "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"Ryan...I want to get on one knee for him."
"Awwwwwwww!"
"Ssssh...don't...if Paige finds out she'll spread it. She told everyone bar the fucking fans that Sami Zayn likes being spanked."
"Are you absolutely sure?" asked Cody.
"Never been more sure...and I think he feels the same," Curtis sighed.
"Well then," Cody said, "He should get down on one knee and pop the question to you. It's the man's job."
Curtis giggled.
"Who's got the beard?"
"Who shaves his legs and takes the D?"
"Point taken. If...you and Josh finally tie the knot. Who should do the honors?"
"Joshy..." simpered Cody, "He's older. And looks hotter than me unshaven."
"With his kiddie face?" chuckled Curtis.
"Also...he's got hair..I'm shaved totally," Cody grinned bashfully, "Trims it but he has hair where it matters. He's the man. Not me. Lovestache notwithtanding. He bought me a promise ring cos he can't buy me an engagement ring...it's close enough."
He was staring at the precious silver ring around his finger, just above his wedding ring. He kissed the engraved numbers on the cool metal.
"Be there tomorrow Joshy," he whispered.
Curtis smiled.
"Awwwwww..."
"Look at us," Cody said, "Second and third generation wrestlers...going squishy over our men."
"Haters to the right," Curtis said.
"Awwww, how sweet," came a sneering voice and they both looked up at AJ, "Isn't it just sad that you two can't even get your asses married at your ages?"
Curtis went rigid and scowled.
"Isn't it said that you've got to act like a bitch because nobody else likes you?" Cody shot back.
"I am the Divas division and you all know that," AJ snarled, "Nobody likes that bunch of indentikit, zero personality plastic mannequins. The Bellas. Only stepped up to acceptable in that ring because of who they happen to be doing; Naomi, well, she's a decent worker I suppose; Ariane. She thinks Melina versus Alicia Fox is the pinnacle of professional wrestling. I carried her ghetto ass tonight. And don't get me started on Eva Marie."
"Go and rant to someone who gives a shit," Cody sighed.
"Excuse me, but weren't you saying exactly the same things just a few months ago?" AJ challenged, "And now you're kissing Layla and Summer Rae's asses. You're so fake and full of shit, Stardust. How about you tell your little friend Paige that it takes more than being from a wrestling family whom nobody's actually heard of to be over with casual fans."
"If you hate everyone that much, fuck off to Shimmer or WSU," Cody replied, keeping a grip on the fuming Curtis' arm.
"And leave this company's women's division to be a massive joke again? No way," AJ spat.
"If you weren't shoved down everyone's throat for two years, you would never be as over as you are," Cody replied, "The smarks only like you because of who YOU are banging and because you did a little bit of indie stuff beforehand. I bet you can't look your idol in the eye as you STOLE her man."
"Excuse me, HE stole him first," snarled AJ, pointing a black nail varnished finger at Curtis, "And I thank you to not crap over my marriage Runnels just because yours is a scam. By the way, how is your wife getting on? Is she bothering her ass to train because funnily enough, didn't she leave before because she hates this business?"
"I'd love to stay and chat but you're a total bitch," huffed Cody, "C'mon Curtis."
He got to his feet and hauled the glowering Curtis with him.
"Hate me but you know I'm right," AJ called after them in an irritiating sing song voice, "I'll see you in Ottawa."
Smackdown had just wrapped up for the night.
Paige was pacing the asphalt outside the arena. She was off to Japan tomorrow and something was bothering her.
"Hey," Cody said.
"Hi."
"What's the matter?"
"I didn;t know THAT was going to happen.."
"What?"
"Summer and Layla...she's very touchy feely..."
"Just for the cameras, I wouldn't worry."
"Are you sure of that? Summer never told me she was going to team up with Layla."
"She's not shady, that's just staged shit for Total Divas," Cody said, rubbing the young raven-haired girl's back, "Has AJ been running her big mouth again."
Paige scowled. Yes. AJ had stuck the boot in. Paige knew she should know better than fall for the spiteful Divas Champion's head games, especially now they had a match at Battleground to do, but she couldn't help it.
"Call me," Cody said, "I'll be in Orlando but call me if you're feeling shit. You helped me and Joshy out so much..."
"I will," Paige said, "Have fun playing with wands."
"Have fun scrapping in Bull Nakano's homeland," Cody replied, "Bring back some novelty flavored KitKats."
He padded to his rental, hardly containing his excitement. He was going to Florida. Albeit with Eden to keep up appearances but that was OK because Josh was going to be there.
Sorry for no Sheamus but as you can see, this chapter's events were all linked by one theme - insecurity. All the couples featured had some form of insecurity to deal with. Mizzy and his weight issues again; Coddles and Joshy (:'() just missing each other, Randal and his own body issue again; Rybaxel similar...and now even my girls :( BTW I don't care if people hate them, I love Lay and Summer (SummerSLAY! YAAAS!) teaming up and giving us some really shippy vibes!
Some might not like villainous!AJ but I thought a female antagonist would change things up a bit.
I haven';t seen this week's Raw at the time of going live so that's why it cut off at SD.
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