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.

18. Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Ecky thump! What is this? A new chapter? I know, right?

Severe writer's block has plagued me for the last few weeks. But ZOMG I FUCKING LOVED SUMMERSLAM. The Divas slayed and I don't care who hates me for being happy about it.

So this is where we shall open.

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Another hot August day in Los Angeles, California. The city where dreams were made. Stars shone. And vegetable juice is downed by the gallon.

It was Sunday the 17th of August. The day of Summerslam.

A group of male superstars were sat in Catering, preparing for the night ahead. John Cena, Cesaro, Randy Orton and United States Champion Sheamus.

Sheamus hadn't had an easy few weeks. Well, he had. His recuperating English other half hadn't. Wade was rehabbing at the Performance Center on occasions and had had the randy Corey Graves after him. Corey had been flirting outrageously with him in front of many trainers and coaches; had wandered about in states of undress and was also flooding Wade's direct messages with dick and ass shots. Mainly ass shots. And graphic requests of exactly what he'd like the Brit to do to him. Wade was at the end of his tether. Even though Sheamus had joked about Wade giving Corey 'a go'. he wasn't about to do that. He didn't want to jeopardise the good thing he and the Irishman had.

He stabbed at his plate of steak.

"What's eating you?" asked John.

"This is bloody old boot leather, what are they trying to feed us?" complained Sheamus, "Ugh...man trouble."

"Already," smirked John, in an atrocious attempt at some form of regional English accent, "I might have known. What's the matter? Missing your Bad News?"

"That wasn't even close to a cockney accent let alone a Lancashire one," scoffed Sheamus, "And suppose I am. He's got the office bicycle after him down at NXT."

Cesaro rolled his eyes.

"Graves? Well isn't that a surprise?" he snarked.

"You can talk," Randy chimed in, "You were hitting the other locker room ho until recently."

"Randal.." growled John reproachfully.

"Why don't you hit up Ambrose?" Randy went on, "At least you won't have to look at the fat fly during sex."

"Randal Keith Orton."

Randy continued to ignore John and just smirked.

"I have better taste than THAT dirty ring rat," Cesaro said.

"Miz? Really?" Randy continued, determined to get a rise.

"Stop it!" John said, "Or you're barred from the bus."

"Aww doesn't Johnny like ickle wandal making fun of his bros?" teased Randy.

Both Cesaro and Sheamus howled with laughter. Mainly at John's expense. John may act the big I Am but he was under Randy's thumb.

John rolled his eyes.

Randy climbed onto the big man's lap, causing the West Newbury native to complain at the weight.

"OK now I'm freaking out," Sheamus said, "So what do I do?"

"Wade's a big fella," gasped John, "He can make his own mind up! Randal! You're not a ninety pound twink! Get off my lap! It's not OVW anymore!"

"Cena your acting's terrible," Cesaro smirked, "At least pretend you're not enjoying it!"

"How's your love life going anyway?" asked Sheamus.

"Taking a break," Cesaro said, "Men are too much drama."

"Find a real bloke," smirked Sheamus, "One who'll try and fail to out drink you on beer and then punch you for being crap in bed."

"Like who?" Cesaro said, "Cos this place is full of available quote unquote real men!"

"Maybe you need to join the right team," Randy grinned, "You've got a nice ass Cesaro. Hairy. But nice. Maybe it's time to join team bottom?"

"You twerk and I'm locking you out!" snapped John.

"You need an actual arse to twerk anyway," teased Sheamus.

Instantly Randy went scarlet and climbed off John.

"Where you going?" asked John.

Randy mumbled something and stomped away.

John rolled his eyes and scowled at Sheamus.

"Well done bigmouth," he snarled at the Irishman before taking off after Randy.

Sheamus shared a look with Cesaro who shrugged.

"Randy! Wait up," John said, following the pissed off Viper who was heading for a mens' room.

Randy ignored him before storming inside, heading for a stall and locking himself in. John sighed. And then spied the huge, hulking blonde form of his loathed opponent for tonight, Brock Lesnar.

Brock saw the bereft look on John's face and sneered.

"Problem?" barked John.

"Nope," smirked Brock, "Shouldn't you be in there?"

"Keep your part time nose out of my personal life," growled John, squaring up to the beast, "See you in the ring."

"I'll end you Cena," snarled Brock, "You might have big arms but you're a faggot."

"I know you've messed with men Lesnar so shut the fuck up," John hit back.

Brock edged closer to him.

The tension between them was crackling.

John was starting to feel only a little aroused. Up close. Those piercing eyes. Brock had a certain attractiveness. Imagine taming that beast. What a conquest. Wow what the fuck was John thinking? Nerves.

If only he knew the same thoughts were flashing through the huge man opposite him.

"Get out my face," snarled John.

Brock just snickered boorishly before doing so and leaving the room.

"Asshole!" spat John.

The door of the stall opened and Randy came out. To John's suspicion (and relief), the Apex Predator was smiling. Lasciviously. Oh no.

"Hi," John said.

"I am so fucking hard Johnny," Randy purred, all trace of his annoyance at Sheamus vanquished, "I would pay a million dollars to watch you fuck Lesnar."

"Really?" John was incredulous, "What happened to 'whomever makes eyes at John gets their tits or dick cut off' Randy?"

"Because even you couldn't beat that trog into submission," smirked Randy.

"Wanna bet?" snarled John, flexing his muscles, "You are testing my damn patience today, Orton."

Randy moaned under his breath. John had been training and lifting hard recently, preparing for his beatdown from Brock. Which meant he was extra irritable. And even more dominant in bed.

"Punish me then," growled Randy.

"You want to be punished," snarled John, "So no."

"C'mon!" gasped Randy, "It's a long night. You pushed me away this morning in favor of an extra workout!"

"Need to close your legs more," John spat, getting in his face, amping up his dominance. How much longer could he keep Randy waiting. So far it had been three whole days and counting. Randy was getting rampant frustration. John had channelled his excess testosterone into keeping the bus tidy so Randy couldn't even moan at him about that.

Randy sank needily to his padded knees, eyes level with John's khaki shorts. Which were bulging.

"C'mon, let me," he purred, looking up at his beloved partner of thirteen years, "You're so full of aggression...ruthless aggression Johnny...blow it all down my throat so the beast can kill you with ease."

"Bet you'd love that wouldn't you?" growled John.

Randy grabbed those ample thighs hard so John couldn't escape.

"My call Cena," he rumbled before biting expertly on the zipper of the shorts. He released John's thighs to unbutton said shorts and pulled them down to the big man's ankles. He moaned at the sight of those tree trunk thighs that never failed to turn him on. And that felt simply perfect nailing his ass.

He began to stroke John's dick.

John groaned gratefully at the contact. He could use some attention actually. Who was he kidding? He had been itching to get his mitts on Randy today as much as the Viper was craving him to.

"You like that?" Randy's voice was a deep, tenor rasp, "Yeah..."

His hot mouth clamped over John, taking every inch down his throat. He'd practiced deep throating over the years ever since Cody told him back in Legacy how much it pleased men...ahh when Cody was a slutty little minx (albeit for DiBiase then). Cody was no fun now. Too much of a 'good boy'.

Randy devoured John's length like it was going out of fashion. Mmm. Masculinity flooded his senses. John was so...GRRR...he was such a man's man. And he was cursing and slowly becoming his THuganomics persona again as he always did when he was really turned on...mmm...Randy could reluctantly wait to finally get this in his ass after the sex ban.

John was getting close...damn he didn't take much to get going these days...oh fuck...he held the very short, tanned head in place as Randy continued to well and truly service him using his talented mouth...releasing him to plant horny kisses all over John's pelvic area before resuming this much needed bit of head.

John cursed and growled mannishly...it was no use...he couldn't hold it...Randy was so damn good at this..always was...he bellowed boorishly as he finally exploded down the Missouri native's hungry throat, Randy swallowing every drop gratefully.

Damn.

That was some fucking off-the-scale head.

John stumbled off his feet before clumsily parking his huge body on the closed toilet in the stall that had been occupied by a pissy Randy.

Randy, still on his knees, wiped his mouth, the most lewd grin across his goateed, still very handsome face.

"Fuck yes Johnny, you needed that," he purred.

"Damn you're tellin' me," gasped John, a mess, "What about you...I gotta recoop man...can't service you.."

"I can wait," grinned Randy.

"You? Wait? Tell me another one," John was grinning contentedly, those dimples still making Randy's heart skip a beat.

"Well you're gonna need a massage after the show," rumbled Randy, "Will a naked masseur be a good enough consolation prize for losing to Bork Laser?"

"You weren't serious about wanting to watch me and him were you?" John asked.

"I was so horny listening to you get in his space...you were so fucking...grrr.." purred Randy, "Maybe one day..."

"Randal!"

"Sorry. So will a naked massage do?"

John shook his head, chuckling. Now that couldn't fail to be something to look forward to. Randy in seductress mode. Even though he knew exactly what Randy was REALLY scheming to do.

Randy was picturing the scene on their (yes THEIR again) tourbus...he would do his duty...be naked to give John a long and glorious massage...before cajoling John into allowing to do a front massage...and then Randy will climb atop that glistening mass of muscle...oh fuck Randy almost came right there...and mount...and ride. Yes. He fucking will.

---

Mike the Miz was on a mission tonight. His dreamboat was STILL ignoring all his texts. All his nude snapchats. All his calls. It wasn't FAIR! He was the Marine! He was a movie star! He'd lost a lot of flab and really toned up since he came back! Why was Swagger STILL giving him the cold shoulder?

And now Mike was losing his title to his best friend! Why?!

Why wouldn't Dolph agree to his offer of friends with benefits?

It meant that Dolph wouldn't have to go to that dirty scrote Dean Ambrose to blow a load when he could have Mike all to himself. Mike was a great lover to his men! Why would nobody appreciate that? He wasn't fat! He'd dropped two whole suit sizes since he left to film the Marine Four! He'd even dropped 'bearcub' from his Grindr profile!

Oh but hang on.

Of course, it being Summerslam...wonder if Lesnar was still up for it?

That might rile Jack Swagger up SO much, he'll come running to claim Mike as his own from the universally-hated part timer! And he bet Brock would be a MERCILESS fuck. Mike wouldn't be able to walk for DAYS! Mike was still in his designer suit from media. Fuck it. He began to shed his clothes. He was going to stay in his sexy sheer briefs until just before match time. He was available and willing.

He checked his reflection out in the mirror. He still thought he had a way to go before he was as lean and ripped as Dolph...but he was getting there. He placed his shades back on and performed his ramp pose and flashed his pearly whites at his reflection. He was hot and on it.

He decided to have some fun.

He took a selfie, puckering his lips and twisting his body around, popping his thick, round ass out. He was no Curtis Axel but he had plenty of back to call his own.

And those sheer briefs left little to the imagination.

He sent it to Dolph.

Hi Nicky :P Horny? xx

And then he sent it to Zack.

Hey bro : P Fancy being a top tonight? xx

And then to Alex Riley.

LEXIE :P Missing Evvy too much? I can help ;) xx

And why not, to John Morrison.

HI JOHNNY! :P xx

And finally, to Justin Roberts.

Use that sexy chocolate voice to talk dirty to me! :P xx

He was gonna show Jack what he was missing! And maybe get some action from one of his hot friends in the process! Perfect plan!

His phone buzzed several times.

From: Ziggles

WTF man! I said no the other week!

From: Lexie

Quit it! Doesn't suit you. Still not spoken to Cesaro then huh?

From: Jomo

WTF?! Sure you meant to send me that?!

From: J-Rob

Are you insane? Tom will kill me and then scratch your eyes out!

From: Zacky

U serious bro? I'm big O's now, remember ;) And no I won't top. Not even U. No hard feelings broski x

All of them? Surely law of averages would have meant at least ONE of his friends would have been turned on! Damnit! Was he really that undesirable? He was the moneymaker! The fanciest bitch in town! He lived in LA!

Maybe the more direct approach would help. He began to swagger to catering, yes, really, in just his sheer briefs. He'll make one hell of an entrance! And might bag himself a man. He wandered in and sauntered to the food table, bending over it.

"Oh jesus I think he's cracked," Sheamus said, spotting this deviant display.

"Who? Oh...God..." huffed Cesaro.

"Correct me should I be wrong but I think he wants a shag," smirked SHeamus, "Why don't you have one more go?"

"No. I'm glad to be shot of him!" Cesaro growled, "He's a fucking mess, O'Shaughnessy! I'm so much better off out of it."

"Apart from having to wank more," teased the Irishman.

"How's Bryan?!" snapped Cesaro.

Sheamus was incensed. The fucker! How dare he?!

He grabbed the heavy Swiss by the throat.

"You MENTION HIS NAME AGAIN you kraut and I'll fucking kneecap you!" he snarled.

"Like to see you try, potato," snarled Cesaro.

Sheamus just sneered before releasing him and stormed out of the room.

Cesaro held his neck, tense and enraged.

Mike spotted this and swaggered over to stick the boot in.

"Awww Claudio, missing me?" he sneered, "Shame. I'm sure you could bang Ambrose if your balls are blue."

"You're no better than he is," Cesaro huffed, "What the hell I ever saw in you I don't know."

"And what did I see in you?!" screamed Mike, so loud people were looking now, "Hey everyone, if you want to sleep with the pound for pound, strongest guy in this company, let me save you the trouble! In the bedroom he came up just a little bit SHORT!" He made the telltale sign with his thumb and forefinger and had an evil smile on his face.

Cesaro went scarlet and got to his feet, knowing he was beaten this time. But if his ex wanted a war...he'll get one. The Swiss was a legit fighter. Mike was a poser.

---

In a quieter corner, Cody and Curtis were sat eating.

"He's lost it," Curtis said, "Look at him! Parading it all for everyone to see."

"Meh, I don't care about that gold digging slut," Cody said, "He wants to make an ass of himself at a pay per view, let him."

"Still not heard from Josh?" asked Curtis.

"Nope," Cody said sadly, "I tried DMing Rudy again earlier. No reply. Why is he hiding from me?"

"He might have his reasons," Curtis assured him, "He's probably just wanting to lay low until the 90 day no compete clause is up."

"It'll be up next month," Cody said, "He won't even answer my calls. Have I scared him away?"

"Don't be stupid!" Curtis said, "Jeez, any idiot can see he freaking loves you! Just...don't get too in his pocket."

"I love him!" protested Cody, "Which is more than big fat Miz ever did. DUmping him for a French rat! Ugh! Who told Miz he could pull off sheer briefs! It's like looking at a gammon joint in a string bag! Gross!"

"I knew Regina George was still lurking in there somewhere!" giggled Curtis, "Yay, the old Cody's back!"

"Enjoy it while it lasts, loser," Cody said.

"Where's birthday girl anyway," Curtis said, "Someone should tell her it's production meeting soon!"

"Let her enjoy birthday sex with a tall, hot blonde," Cody said, "You wouldn't want to be rushed whilst having your back blasted open by Ryback would you?"

"Gross!" chuckled Curtis.

Cody smirked...the old sassy smirk before reaching into his bag for his Off Duty Glasses. And some gold stars. He put the lenseless frames onto his cute, pretty face before puffing the stars right in Curtis' face, the golden paper shapes lodging like fireflies in his beard.

"So...been ring shopping?" he giggled mischievously to the irritated third-generation superstar.

"Tried to...without him getting suspicious," Curtis pouted.

"Awwwwwww..." cooed Cody, "Maybe he's shopping for you?"

"I doubt it," Curtis said.

"You said yourself he is a gentleman," Cody said, "Thenceforth he should do the honors. Leave the ring shopping to the man."

"I am a man! What's this, a chest wig?!" spluttered Curtis, indicating his beard.

"You know what I mean Joseph," teased Cody.

"Yes I know, top should propose to the bottom, you say it every time this subject comes up," sighed Curtis, "I still have a dick, RUnnels."

"Tetchy much? Did some gold stars get into your thong?" teased Cody.

"Yes they did, that's the last time we room together!" Curtis complained, wriggling on the chair, "All over my underwear those damn stars were!"

"Gives the Big Guy a treat when he rips them off you with his teeth!" Cody said.

"Been so busy this week we've not had much time," huffed Curtis, "How do you cope?!"

"Told you, fingers," smirked Cody.

"I also happened to mention to Ryan that you're incredibly frustrated," teased Curtis, "Told you...you ever want to join us..."

Cody flashed his promise ring almost instantly.

"No. Sweet of you to offer. But no. And not becoming of a soon to be engaged man is it?"

"You sound hopeful."

"I'm a romantic."

"A sap more like."

Cody grabbed a handful of more gold stars from his bag and tossed them at Curtis. Curtis let out a peal of laughter and pulled a handful of his own (he must order that shit in industrial sized sacks!) to throw back at Cody.

Before they knew the two wrestling-family superstars were having a playful fight, getting paper stars everywhere...the table, the carpet...

Mike cried out as paper stars scattered in his immaculately styled hair and made up face.

"Assholes!" he snarled, removing his shades and brushing the offending items from his face, "Grow up! Ugh you two are such lame ass sad acts! I used to look up to being in your little clique once...how stupid was I?"

"Nobody asked your opinion...Kermit!" snarled Cody, getting to his feet.

Mike paled.

"You don't call me that..."

"I had no problem in 2007 and I should have stuck to my guns...Kermit! Kermit the Fat Frog!" Cody spat, "Look at you! Such a desperate mess!"

Curtis was about to call Cody off because he still liked Mike...their shared hatred of Dean Ambrose...but Mike had just publicly denounced him without a second thought. Nice. Wow guess Cody was right. The Miz was just out for himself and what he could get. Didn't give two fucks about anybody else. Typical WWE hot shot. Didn't care who he stepped on to get ahead. Except nobody gave a fuck. Stephanie had been dead on with her heel promo against Miz. He DID peak too early. He was something in 2010-11. Not anymore. He could star in as many WWE-produced films as he liked. People could not stand the guy! He was an annoying, talentless loudmouthed SLUT.

"You gonna let him talk to me like that Axel?!" Mike spat, "I thought we were friends?"

"Now I'm your friend after you just called me a 'lame ass sad act'?" Curtis said, raising an eyebrow, "At least I'm not a bitter fat queen who can't get laid so he walks around work offering himself on a platter. You're worse than Ambrose. At least Ambrose could keep a man. More than could be said for you."

Mike looked crushed under his shades.

Even Cody was taken aback.

"Asshole...you know nothing about what I've faced to make it here..." Mike's voice was trembling, "I had to change in fucking public restrooms cos they barred me from the locker room...alright for you lot...your DADDIES got you jobs here!"

"You DON'T TALK ABOUT MY FATHER!" roared Curtis, springing to his feet, bringing the room to a dead silence.

Cody grabbed his best friend's arm.

"Curtis...no...don't.,...it's what he wants..."

Curtis shook him off to get back in Mike's face.

"Come on then fattie, bring it."

"I'm not the one with the big gut hanging over my trunks Axel...even I'm not as flabby as you. No wonder Ryback's off the boil."

Cody took hold of Curtis' arm and gently prised him away.

"Just leave...Kermit..." he growled, "And put some fucking clothes on before I bring up my lunch."

"How's life as a spinster now Cody?" sneered Mike, "Do you really not know the real reason your precious Josh was fired? It wasn't budget cuts! Ask our Divas Champion! If she'll lower herself to talking to such low rent trash..."

"Please," Cody huffed, "If you're gonna make shit up at least tell a half-convincing story. You still salty that you weren't good enough for Joshy all those years ago?"

"Please, that slut couldn't satisfy a mouse's ear and he's not so great on bottom either," Mike smirked, "What was I thinking? No wonder my push ended after I got with that. By the way, seeing as your favourite hobby is educating people on healthy eating, why not show Curtis what a lettuce leaf looks like?"

"Just get out my face," sighed Cody.

Mike smirked even more.

"You have no idea do you lispy?" he said, "Oh knowledge is power."

Cody scoffed and turned away, releasing Curtis who also gave Miz an evil glower before sitting back down.

"DOn't let him get to you," Cody said, "You're better than that."

"I know," sighed Curtis.

"You're not alone, most people can't stand Miz," Cody sighed, "By the way, I need to tell you something."

"You're not pregnant are you?" teased Curtis, before his face froze, "Is...Brandi..?"

"No, no," Cody giggled, blowing yet more stars at him.

"Will-you...quit...that," coughed Curtis as the gold paper shapes flew into his mouth.

"Sowwy," Cody said, "OK, but it's to do with her...off to Maui."

"Alright for some, what's the occasion?" asked Curtis.

"Delayed Honeymoon," Cody said.

"Codes...are you sure there's something you're not telling me?" asked Curtis.

"No...just..well part of the deal, and could use a vacation..not like my career's picking speed up," Cody replied.

"WHy don't you ask for a tag title shot?"

"Don't wanna get too many ideas above my station. What was Kermit the overweight frog talking about anyway? Knowledge being power...ask AJ..."

"I thought you said don't let him get to you," Curtis reminded him.

"He knows something," Cody snarled, leaping to his feet.

"Wait..don't go making a scene," Curtis sighed.

"I'm not going to see him, I'm going to see that little bitch calling herself our Divas Champion," snapped Cody.

"SHe who stole my man," growled Curtis.

"Hi boys...why the long faces? It's my birthday, you should be happy!" came a cheery East Anglian accent as the raven-haired figure of Paige sashayed over.

"Hi Paige...happy birthday," Cody said, "Present..."

He reached into his bag and pulled out a wrapped box.

"Don't open it here, save it for tonight," he said.

"Is it..." her cheeks turned pink and she giggled.

"Yes," chimed in Curtis.

"Brandi designed it especially," grinned Cody.

"You're adorable," simpered Paige, ruffling what was left of Cody's hair and failing, so she decided to pat him on the head instead.

"Where've you been anyway?" asked Cody, "I hope those new shorts have stayed ON missy. No sex before a pay per view match."

"Hypocrite!" coughed Curtis.

"Going through the match with Her Ladyship," Paige grumbled.

"Oh! Well...hadn't we better lay out the red carpet?" snarked Curtis.

"Speaking of matches, have you seen what Stephanie's going to wear?" Paige gushed, "I know it's wrong...but..."

"Fancying the boss? I better up my game then!" trilled a higher pitched, Southern voice and a wave of golden hair; announcing the arrival of Summer Rae.

Paige's cheeks were a distinct shade of pink once more.

Cody just grinned.

"You not on the card?" he asked.

Summer shrugged.

"Looks like the SLayers have fizzled out," she said, "As AJ was only too kind enough to remind me as I was fixing my makeup."

"Now...did you remember to curtsey?" Paige snarked, albeit with a flirtatious giggle.

"Of course," Summer said, dripping sarcasm, "I even threw in a 'Your Majesty' for kicks."

"Someone needs to lay that little madam out," Cody huffed, "I hope you dethrone her tonight...please...save our sanity Paige."

"I'm not saying a word," giggled the dark haired young girl.

"Oh Paige, a word in your ear," came that irksome, way-too-chirpy-to-be-real voice of the Divas Champion.

"What now?" sighed Paige, "I thought we were done spot working?"

"Kindly keep your hands to yourself unless you're going for a move," snapped AJ, tossing back her dark brown hair, "You're supposed to be a Shimmer veteran and former champion. Act like it in future. I don't want a repeat of Payback's botch fest. Thank you."

She shot a nasty sneer at Cody and Curtis and just cattily side-eyed Summer before walking right by her as though she was a hat stand.

"Yes m'lady! Sure m'lady! Would you like me to draw you a bath?" Paige called angrily after her, "She gets on my fucking tits, her."

"Hey..." Summer said, "It's what she wants. Getting you riled up before a match."

Cody leapt to his feet. He was going to chase up what Mike had said. Even if it meant talking to HER. He felt like he had a death wish.

"AJ.." he called after her.

She ignored him, strutting along the corridor like she owned the joint as she always did.

"There's a spill!" she barked at two techies, snapping her fingers.

Incredibly, the two hapless men in black WWE polo shirts and headsets actually lay across the small water spillage on the lino and she...no...Cody had to be seeing things...she stepped right across their backs as though they were paving stones.

They both looked up at Cody who just shook his head. He stood and waited until they stood up again.

"AJ...wait," he called.

AJ paused and huffed, turning to see which underling was daring to address her.

"What do you want Stardust?" she snapped.

"I..need to talk to you," Cody said, swallowing the furious diatribe he longed to hurl at her.

"I don't think you and me have one word in common," she sneered, looking him up and down.

"Oh yes we do...darling," Cody snapped, "Josh."

AJ snorted.

"Who?" she smirked cattily, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.

"You know very well WHO..." Cody said, "My boyfriend. You had something to do with him leaving."

"Oh please...that's your reason for showing me zero respect? You always think everyone's at fault except you. He was just a piece of pointless dead wood Runnels."

"Like your husband?" Cody hissed, stung, "Let's face it, people would have been bored kissing his ass eventually."

SMACK!

AJ slapped him hard in the face.

"How DARE you!" she screeched.

"Touched a nerve did I Mrs Brooks?" Cody hit back, holding his cheek, "LEt's face it honey, you're just the latest in a huge list of dumb chicks he humped and dumped."

"Like your precious Curtis Axel?!" screamed AJ shrilly, eyes popping.

"You leave Curtis out of this bitch!" cried Cody, "How does it feel? Stealing the woman you idolised growing up's man from her..."

SMACK!

"Why don't you get back to Lipstick Alley and True Ring Rat Dirt where you belong with all the other frustrated sad acts who wish they could have better!" screamed AJ, bearing down on a now cowering Cody.

"They got one thing right...you're psycho, CrayJ!" Cody gasped, holding his face.

"What did you call me?" AJ snarled.

"Oh please, no cameras," Cody said, "Hadn't you better phone hubby dearest. After all, isn't he close to Ronda Rousey who's here tonight?"

AJ sprang. She grabbed Cody by the tufts of his hair and managed to throw his six foot plus frame into the wall. Cody was so taken aback he'd tripped. For a five foot 100 pound girl she was stronger than he thought. He wasn't going to get anywhere with this.

"Can't punch with two limp wrists can you?" she gasped, eyes popping, licking her lips in a most disturbing manner, "Tell Paige, she better bring her A-game tonight. Or she'll be back on a plane home to mommy in that craphole of a town she came from in England, pink slip in hand."

And she turned and strutted away as though nothing had happened.

Cody was reeling. He knew she'd acquired an ego but didn't think she was in any way like her unhinged screen persona. Wow. Maybe the Michelle Beadle incident WAS true and not a mere work after all.

---

Dean Ambrose was backstage, recovering in the medical room, having his bumps attended to. His mind was racing. Finally he'd got that match with his ex boyfriend. Seth had hit hard just like normal. And Dean had brung it right back.

"Okay Mox, just take it easy now," Dr Sampson told him sternly, "At least make it to Raw."

"Sure," Dean grunted, taking a large gulp from his icy cool water bottle.

The doctor nodded and left him to it.

"Knock knock?"

"Hey," Dean said.

"Just wanted to check you weren't broken," Cody said, "Awesome match."

"Someone's got to keep ECW alive," Dean said, wincing a little, "What happened to you? You look like you lost a fight with a feral cat."

"Rabid dog more like," snarled Cody, "AJ Lee."

"You're kidding," Dean said, raising his eyebrows, "A tough guy like you?!"

"If she catches you off guard, those nails are like flint," Cody sighed, "She's a nutjob. Legit."

"Preaching to the choir," Dean replied, "What the hell happened for her to attack you?"

"Long story," Cody said, "Anyway..."

He paused to take his Off Duty glasses out and placed them on the end of his nose like a professor.

"Jonathan Good," he continued, "During that match with your ex boyfriend whom I know you still have feelings for, I caught the odd wandering hand and a bulge in those jeans. Care to explain?"

Dean laughed. Bashfully. Coyly. And most unlike him.

"You don't miss anything do you?" he said, "OK...you got me. I'm still fucking crazy about Seth Rollins. I've never been more turned on in a match in my life."

Cody beamed.

"About time," he said, "And I take it there's been no more..."

Dean avoided his gaze.

"Dean!" Cody scolded.

"I can't help myself," sighed the Cincinnati native, "It's just so easy to hit guys up. I know you said..."

"And I meant it," Cody said.

"It was only two guys," Dean said, "I've not been with Ziggler since that day."

"Good," Cody said, "Dean, just remember how awesome Seth made you feel...remember? That night. No dirty stuff...just old fashioned romance?"

"Yeah I remember..."

"So what went through your mind as you and he threw each other around this arena?" giggled Cody.

"How much I just wanted to pin him down and fucking mount him," Dean said, "If he came in right now..."

"Shouldn't you talk?" Cody demanded.

"Talking is for after," Dean said, "I don't talk Cody. I just fuck."

"Do more talking! Might do wonders for your self esteem!" Cody said.

"What will you do when you finally see Josh again?" Dean challenged, "Discuss the weather or rip his clothes off?"

Cody whimpered.

Dean smirked.

"Thought so," he said, "Just think Cody...next time you see your guy...all that pent up frustration...when he finally enters you again..."

"I hate you!" cried Cody.

Dean chuckled. He was actually feeling more happier in himself than he'd done in weeks. Cody was his only real friend here at the moment. Even if he still HAD to be BFF with Axel.

"If you wanna get busy, I don't mind," Dean said, "Just pull the curtain across."

"Hey!"

"You know Cody," Dean said, "You're not usually my type, but if you need a helping hand..."

Cody flashed his promise ring.

"SOrry," Dean mumbled, blushing.

"Talk to Seth," Cody ordered, "Don't make me drag you to him. Because I will."

"Maybe he doesn't want to.." Dean said.

---

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Seth was freshly showered and just dressing when he received the tweets from Cody. He guessed Cody was remaining in mystery character but a hint would be nice. He tapped a direct message.

D StardustWWE what you talking about?

D WWERollins You know what, Seth. Please talk to Dean. He misses you : (

Seth sighed. He knew Cody meant well but he thought the guy should stop nosing. But he guessed he should have a talk with Dean. Especially as Dean was going away shortly to film a movie. Get their shit in order. He made his way to the medical room.

"If I had my way," Cody was saying, "I'd make you shave, tidy that mop on your head, find your nicest suit and make you take Seth to dinner."

"He can pay," Dean said obstinately "As he chose his career over me."

Cody rolled his eyes.

"Dean...just...I give up, it's your life," he said, "But...let me tell you this. If you don't talk to Seth soon...Miz might get his claws into him. Just to spite you."

"Colby wouldn't touch that fat, disgusting...!" Dean was scarlet and shaking, "No fucking way! He'd sooner chop his dick off than go near Miz!"

"Way Miz was conducting himself, anything with a pulse and a penis is fair game tonight," Cody said grimly, "He was walking around Catering in just a pair of sheer briefs and his shades. You could see everything as well. He's a manipulative, man hungry, self-serving whore."

"Some might say that about me," Dean said, "Did he really give Cesaro up?"

"Dean...!"

"Aww man, Cesaro would be awesome in bed," Dean said wistfully, "I bet he treats guys amazing."

"Dean!"

A sharp knock sounded at the door.

"Oh...UM! I wonder who THAT could be?" Cody said loudly and theatrically, climbing off the bed and padding to the door. He opened the door. And sure enough, he stared into the bearded face of Seth Rollins.

"Hey," Seth said, "I'm here."

Dean's heart began to race. No escape.

He tensed up.

"Well I'd better go," Cody said, loudly, "See you tomorrow Dean!"

He paused to fish some gold stars out of his hoodie pocket and puffed them towards the ceiling. He then giggled his sinister high-pitched Stardust laugh before scampering out. Seth shook his head.

"That guy's weird," he said to himself.

"Hi Colby," Dean murmured.

"Hey," Seth said, "Look...not in the mood...we've had the match...you've bust me up...I bust you up..."

"I know...I...want to talk," Dean said.

"You? Wow.."

"Please..." Seth could tell Dean was serious. He closed the door and wandered towards his ex and on screen rival.

Dean could smell Seth's bodyspray. Still wore the same one he liked. He tried to keep his composure. He was split down the middle. Half of him wanted to pounce and kiss Seth's face off before moaning into the Iowa native's ear how much he wanted him...the other half wanted to tell him what a prick he was for keeping his heel turn and main event push under his hat.

"OK," Seth said, "But I'm not the one who dumped me. And then slept with a hundred guys after."

"Not proud," Dean sighed, "OK...Colby...Sethie...please...I'm sorry for being such an ignorant...pigheaded...self pitying..asshole."

"You can say that again," Seth said, keeping his guard up, knowing Dean's 'Mount Vesuvius' nature. And wondering if Dean was planning a hookup in his head.

"I'm trying to apologise..." Dean went on, "I know...you're thinking I'm just laying it on so I can lay you but I'm not...I miss you Colby. It's not been the same..."

"Ziggler AND Swagger seemed to keep a smirk on your face," snarked Seth.

"They were just sex," Dean said.

"And the rest," Seth went on, "How can you hope to enjoy a relationship when you fucking give yourself away to anything male and breathing? And pick fights with Axel and Miz."

"Don't lecture me!" cried Dean, stung.

"I'm fucking mad at you still! What was I? Some bore holding you back from your mission of screwing anything in pants?! Did you think of other guys every time we had sex?"

"No!"

"Liar. I don't trust you Jon. Not anymore. You've proven to be nothing more than a fucking sex addict since we split up. How do I know you won't cheat on me every time my back's turned, huh?"

"I'm sorry...I was hurt...I just needed..."

"Watch some fucking porn like most guys!" Seth snapped, "How difficult can it be?!"

"You sound just like Cody!" pouted Dean, folding his arms like a teen in a strop.

"Maybe, just maybe the guy's right?" Seth said, "How long can you go without a cheap bit of casual fucking, huh? 12 hours? 8 hours?!"

"How dare you," snarled Dean, "Fuck you Colby. I offered to talk and all you do is insult me!"

"Truth hurts," Seth said, "Jon. I don't love you anymore. You've done and said stuff I can't forget and I'm not sure I'm ready to go through all that drama again. I'm really sorry. You should use your time doing the movie to move on."

Dean was frozen to the spot.

His heart was pounding.

His stomach was icy.

No.

Seth didn't.

His eyes were stinging with salt water.

Seth could see Dean break. It was the only thing the Money In The Bank Winner could do. Be cruel to be kind. Let Dean truly help himself. He clearly hated himself so much. He couldn't just continue where they left off. He did still care about Dean. But he hated how Dean had acted since their split. No self respect. And so volatile.

"I'm sorry," he said again, "I'll see you around."

He turned on his heel and left the room.

Cody had been waiting down the corridor to see what happened. He saw Seth exit the medical room. Alone. And looking downcast.

"Seth!" he called.

Seth frowned. WHy?

"What?!" he snapped.

"Where's Dean?"

"Look...I appreciate if you stopped nosing into my personal life. Ambrose and I. History."

"Huh? Seth! He loves you!"

"I can't love a whore, Cody. How can I trust him? I haven't even looked at anyone else, dude or chick since he broke up with me! And he's been doing fuck knows how many guys!"

"And you think that'll help him love himself?!" Cody cried, "Leaving him to rot? You're an asshole!"

"Good to know," snarked Seth, "Now if you don't mind, I have to get on the road."

Cody was fuming. Why were men such selfish pricks?! Was he the only one in this whole company who gave a fuck about Dean? He scampered back into the medical room.

Dean was curled up on the bed, sobbing. He didn't give a damn anymore if someone saw him crying. So what? Guys were allowed to have feelings. He wasn't on TV. No bonkers fangirls around. Thank fuck for this movie. He needed to get away from here. Get away from Seth. His mind was racing.

"Dean..." Cody darted over to the shaking heap of Ohio native.

Dean just fell into those warm arms of the only friend he had at work and just bawled into Cody's chest.

"It's OK...nobody's gonna think you're a pussy for crying," whispered Cody, "Hey...hey...ssh...sh.."

"He fucking hates me," cried Dean, face scarlet and streaked, "He was the only guy for years I loved...he fucking hates me!"

"He's...hurt," Cody said, "Doesn't mean I condone what he's done."

"Am I gonna die fat and alone?!" Dean raged, "Am I really nothing more than just a cheap substitute for a hand?"

"Dean...sweetie...you make guys think that's all your worth...doesn't mean I think it or that it's true," whispered Cody, "Ziggler. He uses people. Swagger. He's fucking married and just gets off on playing with guys away from home. He could talk a good game to get you to drop your briefs but he never would have cared.."

Dean looked up at Cody.

Then he pounced.

He whined and pressed his lips to Cody's.

Cody was gobsmacked and tried to fight him off but Dean was pretty strong. He protested and strained to escape. Eventually he managed to break it.

"What you doing?" he cried, his lenseless glasses askew.

"You're the only one who cares about me..." murmured Dean.

"I'm not yours to have Dean," Cody sighed, feeling an uncomfortable jolt back to the time he had made a move on Curtis when he was heartbroken. Dean was so like him it was uncanny.

"You kiss amazingly," Dean sighed, smiling a little, "Wow..."

Cody gave him a flattered smile.

"You're sweet," he said, "But I don't like you in that way. I love Joshy."

"Suppose I'll never be in your league, a Fitch model like you," Dean replied, "You're perfection...so hot and not a douchey cunt...your body...and..."

"Don't say it," Cody said, "Dean...you need to get back and rest up..head's all over the place."

"Stay with me?" Dean said, "Be nice to have some company."

"Dean...I'm flattered, really...but no," Cody said, pecking his cheek chastely, "We'll hate one another in the morning. Besides. Two bottoms don't make a top."

"I guess," sighed Dean, "I'm...sorry...no wonder Colby hates me...I'm such a whore."

"You're just confused...Dean..honey...when Joshy and I split up, I started sleeping around," Cody said.

"I know...you got Ziggler before me," Dean said.

"And I made a move on Curtis," Cody said, wincing at the evil glower that Dean shot him.

"You what..."

"You and Curtis should sort your beef out," Cody said sternly, getting to his feet, "He's a sweet guy. I don't know why he played with Seth like that but he's not Miz."

"Fine," Dean said, "I'll see you at Raw."

"No hookups," Cody said firmly, "Phone."

"Huh?"

"I want to see your phone."

Dean huffed and reached into his pocket, pulling his phone out and unlocking it. Cody took it from him and browsed the apps. No Grindr, Tinder, Manhunt or Growlr. But there was Squirt. Cody deleted it indignantly.

"Dean, I told you..."

Dean just felt like the child who'd been caught looking at porn by a conservative parent.

"And Kik," Cody said, deleting it too.

"Fine, I'll wear a chastity belt if you want."

"Just stay in...and chill. If you get horny just look at porn."

"Cody...I like the feeling of a guy's body against me...my hand isn't the same."

"A guy who'll throw you in the trash after he's blown his wad up you," Cody spat.

"Jake didn't."

"Swagger is also MARRIED. He was just doing it to keep you sweet."

"You're way too cynical Cody."

"No I just know what men are like, Dean."

---

John Cena was laying on his front on the tourbus as it pounded the freeway.

He was hurting like fuck.

Sixteen German Suplexes.

His neck was barely functioning.

He was covered in bruises.

Randy was chuntering incadescently to himself as he heated up some massage oil.

"Fucking stupid bastard...egomaniacal cunt," he was snarling, "I;m gonna fucking kick his potato face in first chance I get..."

"LEave it Randal," sighed John, "Nothing's going to change it. The fans want him as champion and that's that."

"The same fans who wanted the prick dead after breaking the streak?" roared Randy, almost spilling hot oil over himself, "Fucking..."

"I can't be champ all the time."

"You would be if I was in charge."

"Likely story. Be competing with you all the time."

"Only way it should be," muttered Randy, "I wanted that title shot."

"You just want to touch me inappropiately in front of PG audiences," John whispered, a slight smile on his face.

Randy just shook his head and took the container of hot oil to the bedside table before removing his sweatpants. He was still being the naked masseur. He never broke a promise. John just grinned.

"Take your boxers off," Randy said.

"I'm quite comfortable like this thanks."

Randy straddled those thick, muscular thighs and tugged at the waistband. That perfect, enormous muscle ass. He was still envious of John for having more back than him. He began to peel the offending material down those tree trunk thighs so John was as naked as he was. He then dutifully reached for the hot oil and poured some into his copper palms before ever so slowly working it into those massive traps.

John moaned with relief. Randy had such a delicate touch when he wanted. Damn he was good. Maybe a massage was a good idea after all. He was just assuming Randy was using it as a cover story to have sex.

On and on went Randy's fingers, working more hot, scented oil into that broken mass of muscle that was John. Spending more time than he needed on John's ass cheeks.

John was still hurting but a lot less than earlier and he was the most relaxed he'd been days. In fact, thoughts were flashing through his mind. Especially with Randy seemingly obsessed with working over every millimetre of his backside.

Randy could also hear the moans and knew what John was thinking. Thirteen years together after all. They always were in tune with the other's thoughts.

"Johnny?" asked Randy tentatively.

"Uh-huh?"

"Johnny...did you...want to?"

Randy never liked having to switch. But because he loved John so much...

"You don't have to," John whispered.

"My job to look after you big guy," purred Randy, peppering John';s neck with kisses. He could be so soppy when it came to John. When it was just them. Alone.

"Please," John was barely audible.

He wasn't getting any younger.

And it'd just be nice to not be in charge for once. Randy was good at topping. Randy was the first man he'd bottomed for. Mainly to see if Randy's screams back in their younger days were justified or whether Randy 'faked it'. Turns out Randy had had every right to scream. Oh young Randy. So cocky and such a screamer. Before his voice acquired even more bass.

"Love you," rumbled Randy, kissing down his beloved big man's back, "Anything..."

He began to run his oily finger between those huge globes of muscle. John grunted mannishly in pleasure at the touch. John was a masculine bottom (when he did do it). Even being on the receiving end he never lost one iota of manliness.

Last time Randy had to be top was 2012...the night before Wrestlemania 28...before John lost to the Rock. John had been so vulnerable that night. Randy had never seen his big guy like that before. The mocking he'd had from fans and Dwayne himself had really got to him.

"Just...be...gentle," John whispered, "Been a long time.."

"Course...one condition," Randy said.

"Sure," whispered John.

"Don't cum..."

"Why?"

"Because.." Randy reached between those enormous thighs and began to caress John's balls, "I want you to cum inside me."

"Randal..."

"Please Johnny...you won't even need to do the work...let me do it.."

"OK...please Ran..."

John only ever called Randy 'Ran' when they switched. Otherwise it was always Randal. The only person allowed to address Randy by his full name.

Randy reached for the menthol lube and began to coat his oily fingers liberally...before inserting one inside John.

John moaned loudly...his huge arms gripping the bed...wow this felt so weird. Being invaded again. Was he really ready to give up his manliness again? Since their original reconciliation he'd been alpha all the time. Now he was going to let Randy take charge of him.

Randy was coating himself. Again liberally. John might be a huge, powerful hulk...but he still ahd pain receptors. He was going to do it from behind...mainly because it was easier for him and because he could look at that strong back. And hug his big guy. Kiss him too.

Missionary was HIS position.

John arched his hulking form expectantly, moaning gruffly as Randy scissored him. This lubricant felt...different to say the least. He could see why Randy was always a hot mess when he was prepping him now.

Randy moaned at this delicious sight.

He was so determined to keep John happy tonight he was OK with having to top. And plus he'd cajoled John into topping him after.

He lined up. Aimed.

Slowly, he entered...oh holy fuck the big guy was tight.

John gritted his teeth and growled with pain. Oh fuck...fuck...this fucking hurt. What possessed him to crave this? Why change a winning formula in bed? Especially with a rampantly frustrated Randy now in his ass!

"S'OK big guy," purred Randy, "You know it'll feel good in a moment..."

He pushed in some more...John groaned with pain again...Randy thrust one more time so he was totally sheathed inside the hunk of man in front of him, stabbing John's barely-used prostate.

John let out a loud grunt. Oh fuck. OK now he remembered why...

"Feel nice now?" whispered Randy, pecking John's neck, "Let go big guy, be loud...I don't mind.."

Randy calling him 'big guy' again...the memories of 2012 and before.

Randy began to move in and out, wrapping his long arms around the hulking mass. John's big ass was made for this (much to his envy)...and John's moans were addictive. John leaned around to devour Randy's lips.

"Thanks Ran," he grunted, "Aw..damn..fuck...just...what I need...fuck yeah.."

Oh yes. THuganomics spilling out again...

Randy was a mess already.

"C'mon jack...that all ya got?" groaned John.

Oh really?

He was going to play that game?

But then Randy was possibly one of the most demanding bottoms in the world. Now he knew what John had to go through to please him most nights.

He began to pound John mercilessly. In other words, what he really wanted John to do to HIM. He growled and cursed, turning full on Viper.

John was cussing and groaning coarsely...oh fuck...this was...so fucking what he wanted! Not have to worry about being Alpha Male...his prostate being stabbed.

Randy was starting to get close. Already.

Damnit.

The sex ban was causing him not to last.

He pulled out suddenly.

"Aw c'mon," groaned John, "Pussy."

Randy let out a furious growl and wrestled John onto his back.

John smirked.

"Try it, go on," he teased.

"Fuck you Cena."

"You were fucking me Orton. Get back to it."

Randy grabbed the lubricant and squirted far more than he intended due to his hissy fit all over John's cock before roughly jerking him. He was going to bottom and John had better not stop him.

He straddled those thighs and lowered himself on, looking up at the mirror. Yes. That was better. He was back in his rightful place.

His eyes rolled back and his temper tantrum fizzled out as ecstasy filled every part of the younger man.

"Ohhhhhh Johnny..." he whined.

John grinned.

Being pounded had been nice.

But Randy when he was a full on hot mess slut...nothing came close.

"Feel better?" growled John.

Randy nodded.

"Ohhh...I..."

John had an idea. It had been so nice and romantic before...the massage...he sat up and cuddled Randy to him.

Randy moaned softly. Wow...

"No rush," John whispered, "We got all night baby."

"But...your neck..."

"Ssh."

John began to move his hips slowly...knowing how to hit Randy's g-spot just right.

Randy was letting out loud, bassy cries and biting his lip to suppress them.

John spanked him.

"Just us," he said, "Be noisy you said..."

"Johnny..."

"Good boy."

"Fuck...oh fuck...love you..."

John shot him the dimples.

He loved bringing out Randy's soft side. Randy's hard cock was leaking precum all over John's abs. Randy was so turned on. Unbelievably turned on.

"Don't stop," rasped Randy, "Please...don't ever fucking stop Johnny.."

His long legs wrapped tightly around John's back. John was fucking him so...perfect. Taking it slow after a brief dry spell was...fucking amazing. He leaned back.

"More.."

John heaved forward, placing Randy on his back whilst still inside him. Randy's eyes, flashing and alive...travelled straight to the mirror. He moaned just looking at it. Him on his back, John deep inside his body. What was he thinking, offering to top?

John began to move..long and deep. Randy's legs still locking around his back as the Missouri native let out bassy moan after bassy moan. This reminded Randy of their first time. Oh God he;d never had sex like it in his life...this goof from New England had made cocky ex Marine Randy scream and cum like no other man before him. 13 years, a marriage apiece and a daughter later...Randy was still addicted to John Cena.

Randy was edging closer...and closer...John smashing his prostate every single time. He threw his long arms back so John could truly nail him.

John gripped those washboard, tanned abs as he began to drive hard and fast into Randy..the Viper now borderline screaming. Randy was so fucking close.

So fucking close...he hadn't felt this alive since well...he'd gotten back into John's bed after mistakenly thinking Dave Batista would be a hot fuck. Pfft. What had he been on?

Randy bellowed at the top of his lungs as ropes of his essence showered his stomach at last...immense releif at finally letting go...damn you Cena for the sex ban...

John was gasping. Randy had drowned him out completely. He'd gone over the edge milliseconds after Randy, the frustration getting the better of him as well.

Randy yanked John's head to his for some fierce kisses of gratitude.

"Love you," he growled.

"Love you too." John panted.

"Johnny...you..."

"I'm done too," grinned John, "You were so busy screaming your head off...I don't think they heard you over in Vladivostok!"

"Fuck Johnny...sorry..."

"I like hearing you scream," chuckled John, pecking Randy on the lips as he slowly pulled out.

Randy was a mess. He couldn't feel any of his limbs. His chest was rising and falling. Satisfied didn't cover it.

John pulled the cover over their bodies and gently hugged the younger, taller man from behind.

"Still champ to me," mumbled Randy.

"Softie."

"Don't care. I think you made me pregnant."

"Shut up and go to sleep."

Indistinct mumbling left Randy's lips as his eyes fluttered shut, too spent to make any sense.

---

A freshly dethroned Mike the Miz was in his VIP luxury hotel room. He could have gone home to Maryse. But he knew he'd have to upsticks and go first thing so it couldn't really be a proper trip home. He missed the dogs and her. But he was still pining for his blonde hunk. Offering himself on a platter to all the hotties at work had done nothing. Zero. He was still going to bed alone. No Jack. Nobody.

He opened his laptop. Looks like him and his...toy...tonight.

Skype was open.

Hmmm.

A few online.

Ugh. Why did he still have Josh Mathews on there. Delete. Block.

And Cody. Delete, block.

Ted DiBiase?! That irrelevant hick?

Delete. Block.

Cesaro. Block. Just for shits and giggles.

Who was online?

BN Barrett?

Oooh. British beef.

And it'll really piss Sheamus off.

And make Jack more jealous.

Operation Flirt With Lesnar hadn't gotten far. Mike had barely seen the new champ all night. So how could he make Jack love him? Easy. Flirt with one of his exes. And show that Irish brute that he was not to be messed with.

Mike The Miz: HEYYY WADE! : D :D

BN Barrett: What the fuck do you want?

Mike The Miz: Not very nice :( I'm sensitive :(

BN Barrett: Piss off.

Mike The Miz: What did I do? *teddy bear emoticons*

BN Barrett: How long have you got...use me as a fallback when Swagger or Cesaro were busy...only speak to me when it suits you...and I've got a bloke. As you well know. When's the last time you bloody spoke to me?!

Mike The Miz: sowwy :'(

BN Barrett: Too fucking late. Got enough to worry about without dirty fat slags trying to get in my pants.

Mike The Miz: I'm naked right now Wade...

BN Barrett: Fuck off.

BN Barrett is offline.

Damn.

Fucking typical. Wade couldn't get enough of him before! But now he was with that fucking prick Sheamus Mike was a 'dirty fat slag'? Wade used to talk filthy to him when they used to meet up for sex! Wade was the one who had the honour of giving Mike birthday sex. Not Jack (he was at home with wifey) and not Cesaro. Harrrumph.

He decided to call Dolph. He was bored. Alone.

"Sup bro," came Dolph's voice.

"Nicky...where you at?"

"Just chillin out with my new title that you so kindly gave to me," chuckled Dolph.

"Wanna hang out?"

"Can't sleep? Er...sure bro. I guess I owe you some beers after you so kindly put me over."

"My room or yours? I have the VIP suite..."

"Be up there soon man."

"Bye Nicky."

Mike smirked. He took his sheer briefs off.

No. Don't greet him naked.

Be demure.

He padded to his suit case. Where was it? Oh yes. The red kimono. The one Maryse bought him. The one he used to look pretty for Cesaro in. He pulled it on and hithed it up so it skimmed his naked thighs and ass cheeks deliciously. No balls or cock visible though. Just a flash of booty. He began to apply some foundation. Look the part. And the shades. Why not?

He whistled his own theme tune to himself as he opened the minibar. Bottle of champagne, why not?

Knock at the door.

Mike padded over and opened it.

"Hey bro," DOlph said. He'd even brought the title.

"Hey Nicky!" beamed Mike, flashing those pearly whites.

"You're way too happy about losing to me," Dolph smirked, kicking his shoes off, "What is THAT?" He indicated the kimono.

"Oh this?" Mike giggled, "Just a little present from my wife."

"Are you...naked under there?"

"Nope," Mike said coyly, sashaying to the minibar, "CHampagne?"

"No beer?" Dolph asked.

"Nicky I'm a movie star."

"No cameras bro," Dolph sighed, perching on the bed, "Drop it."

Mike let the empty champagne flute drop to the floor.

"Ooops..."

He bent down in front of Dolph, the kimono riding up to show his naked ass.

Dolph didn't know where to look. He should have known his friend had asked him up for more than just chat about their pay per view match. Mike had been a little...friendly during said match.

"I didn't mean the glass..."

"Silly me, butterfingers," Mike giggled, flashing those perfect teeth again, "So happy about our match."

"You lost!" Dolph said.

"Don't mind," Mike replied, perching on the bed, crossing one chunky leg over the other, "I really enjoyed it Nicky. I love feuding with you."

"It's cool feuding with you man," Dolph said, "And you take the shade so well."

"Because I trust you," Mike said, shuffling closer, letting the kimono ride up, showing yet more bare thigh.

"Bro...I don't mean to be rude...but we talked about this..." sighed Dolph.

"Nicky..." Mike was getting more in his personal space than ever, "I meant what I said in that text. We could be such awesome friends with benefits."

"Bros before hoes," Dolph said.

"You be the bro, I'll be your hoe," purred Mike, laying a hand on Dolph's thigh, "C'mon..."

"Bro, you're using me to make Swaggs jealous, I'm not stupid," Dolph said, standing up.

"I'll never have him Nicky," Mike said sadly, "I still love him. Will never stop. But I'm accepting that he'll never want me. Even if I was as thin as you."

"Sometimes you want what you can't have man," Dolph said, "You need a dude to treat you right. Cesaro was good for you."

"Meh. He had a hot body and a decent bank balance," Mike spat, "He was boring as fuck. Never roughed me up."

"Thought that's what you like, being the chick," Dolph said.

"So? Just cos it turns me on doesn't mean it's all you have to do," Mike complained, "He had a manbag! A MANBAG! SHould never have gone with him!"

"Because he has a manbag?"

"Jakey's the real deal...Jakey would rough me up and treat me like a princess after. Claudio tries too hard to be manly. A hairy ass doesn't an alpha male make."

"So why me then bro?" Dolph said.

"You have the most incredible body...you're my oldest friend in the biz...and I hear you are a-mazing in bed, Nicky...I owe you so much."

"Just have my back..all I ever ask for," Dolph said, "I have your back, and you have mine."

Mike climbed onto Dolph's lap, his big blue eyes sparkling.

"You can have more Nicky," he purred, leaning closer for a kiss, "The moneymaker can be yours..."

"Mike...bro...I said no."

"I'm not taking it for an answer Nicholas," moaned Mike, deadweighting himself, "Look how much weight I've lost since doing your empty stomach cardio with you."

"Yeah man you're looking great..." Dolph said. Had he met his match in Mike? Dean was just a throwaway slut. Cody had been a great one night fuck as well until he'd screamed Josh's name. Was friends with benefits such a bad thing? No commitment shit. THey'd still be broskis. Zack, A-Ry and Justin Roberts wouldn't get jealous. In fact they probably all encouraged it. Dolph was the one who could keep Mike in check.

And help him get over Jack.

What the heck, why not?

After all, Mike had made a total asshat of himself in Catering at the show.

Maybe Dolph should be a friend. And meet ALL Mike's needs.

Mike smiled warmly at his prey. Hook bit. Yes. He would finally get the sex he'd been craving and make Jack insanely jealous to boot.

"You smell nice," Dolph smirked.

"Favourite perfume, oopsie, I mean..cologne," Mike giggled, undoing his kimono belt, "Take your clothes off you blonde stud."

"That an order bro?" DOlph grinned.

"Oh NICKY!"

Mike pounced and began to make out with him hungrily. Dolph reciprocated...damn his friend was thirsty as hell.

Mike whined loudly against Dolph's lips.

He broke this kiss, gasping.

"You're a fucking incredible kisser!"

"Told ya I was good bro."

"MMMMFFF!"

Dolph was pinned down and attacked with more kisses. Okay this was un-nerving. He didn't realise how horny Mike was.

Mike ground against Dolph crassly before wrestling their bodies around so Dolph was on top of him.

He broke the kisses.

"Oh Nicky..." he whimpered.

"Fuck man, I should have made a move sooner," panted Dolph.

"Us curvy boys are just as good as you skinny ones," Mike said, "I won't bite just because there's more to love."

He climbed off Dolph.

Dolph began to feverishly shed his clothes. For a chunky guy Mike was a little fireball. He liked that. This could be a good thing to start. Blue balls, give his buddy a call. No I love yous, no complications. Just horny sex between two bros. Bro code. He knew Mike was a cuddler. And that was cool.

Dolph was already hard when he shed his boxers. He lay on the bed.

Mike slowly straddled Dolph, his bare ass rubbing Dolph's hard cock. He whined and moaned loudly.

"Ohhhh..."

"Why don't you take that thing off, huh?" Dolph grinned, enjoying the soft, curvy ass against his hardon. Wow. He always thought Mike had soft skin in their matches. But in bed...fuck.

"Promise me you won't vomit?"

"C'mon bro, we've wrestled in trunks..."

"But you're so perfect...and ripped..."

"C'mon man...take it off."

Mike slowly began to take his kimono off.

"You're so thick," Dolph sighed, reaching up to feel his fellow Cleveland native's pectorals. Mike was definitely a lot more toned than before he left for the Marine. But still chunky. Dolph found he liked that.

"You don't like..." Mike looked downcast.

"I do man...just...ease up a little.."

"I'm curvy Nicky...I'm not Rhodes...not the perfect twink."

"Mike...bro...not cool."

"You had him...why would you want me?" Mike's blue eyes were drooping and he looked really sad.

"You're asking me after you've got me on your bed?"

"Touch me then Nicky..."

Dolph reached up to just caress the chunky body atop him. Mike moaned some more. This plan was working to perfection. Play the insecurity card for all it was worth. He was calling all the shots. Dolph was truly trapped in his web.

And he had no idea.

Dolph guided Mike back onto the bed.

Mike spread his legs and took Dolph's hand, resting it on his thigh.

"Whatcha like bro?" asked Dolph.

"Treat me like one of your little ring rats," purred Mike, "You don't even have to jerk me off."

DOlph tried to hide his relief. He was never good at the handjob or blowjob shit. And then he gasped as Mike pounced, pinning him down.

"Whoa..."

Mike took Dolph into his mouth, moaning gratefully as he finally tasted dick for the first time in what seemed like forever.

"Bro no offence...oh holy shit you're good at this...I need to nut bad..."

"S'OK Nicky...I understand," Mike flashed those pearly whites once more. He rose to his knees before seductively crawling around onto all fours, his curvaceous ass winking in the hotel room lights. He began to shake it provocatively towards Dolph.

"Fuck man...that's one juicy phat ass..." moaned the blonde, spanking Mike.

Mike let out a tiny scream.

"More Nicky..."

DId all dudes like being spanked or something?!

Dolph did it once more.

"I like being fingered," Mike purred, "C'mon..."

"Another time bro," Dolph said, "Back it up!"

"Yes Nicky...all yours."

Dolph spat on his hand. Oh yes! He was going to be rough! Give Mike the seeing to he craved and drive Jack from his mind for a few minutes! Mike held his cheeks apart to help Dolph slip in.

Dolph leaned forward, aiming...oh fuck Mike was tight. Tighter than Dean easily. And his body made the most delicious shape as he backed right up, letting out another cute little scream.

"Hurts so good...!" whimpered Mike, "Don't be shy Nicky...be as rough with me as you are in the ring!"

"Fuck yeah bro.." growled Dolph, grabbing Mike by the hair and immedately beginning to jackrabbit him. He knew Mike could take it. Fuck! Damn he was a good fucking lay! So responsive! So noisy! Too noisy maybe...

He clapped a hand over Mike's mouth to try and stifle those screams.

Mike slapped it away.

"I like to be loud Nicky," he gasped.

"Fuck yeah bro, you're fucking awesome," panted Dolph, his blonde hair falling in sweaty strands over his face as he continued to just wreck Mike...Mike crying out in appreciation.

"Kiss me NickY!" he cried, leaning up to turn to Dolph.

Dolph devoured Mike's pouty lips.

And then he stopped.

He pulled out.

"NICKY!" yelled Mike.

"On your back man, got an idea."

Mike rolled onto his back, legs raised and spread. Hurry up. He was losing his hardon, damnit.

Dolph clasped his title around his waist.

Mike shot hima lewd smirk.

Oh yes. Dolph knew just how to please him.

He rested his thick legs on Dolph's shoulders as the elder man re entered him and resumed pounding him mercilessly.

"Oh NICKY! You're fucking amazing! Fuck yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

He reached for his phone.

"Film it NickY!" he yelled between cries and curses.

Dolph quickly turned record on and held it over Mike, filming Mike take the pounding like the slut he was.

Mike was like a cheap porn star. Hamming it up big style for the camera. He was so close...so fucking close...if Dolph could make him cum...he would definitely keep Dolph around for more. C'mon. keep pounding him. Don't shy up. Show him you were the boss. The title was smacking against Mike's large thighs repeatedly and pleasurably...leaving marks he would have to coyly explain to makeup at Raw...

---

Wade Barrett was fuming at his laptop.

"What's up with you faceache?" smirked Sheamus from the video.

"Bloody fucking MIZ!" huffed Wade, "Just tried to come onto me! Seriously! What the fuck?!"

Sheamus howled with laughter. Oh dear. He should be jealous that the company's two known hussies were throwing themselves at Wade via Skype but he couldn't. He found it too funny. Especially with how pissed off Wade was getting about it. Most blokes would take it as an ego boost! Not Wade.

"What's so bloody funny?!" growled Wade.

"You look loike you've started your period," smirked Sheamus, "You miss me don't you?"

"NO!" snarled Wade defiantly.

Sheamus grinned big.

"Yes you do. I bet you've been busy with your fingers."

"How fucking dare you. Dirty fucking cunt."

Sheamus shook his head. The more snappy Wade became, the more he knew he was right.

"Fine." Wade huffed, scowling, "I'm fucking bored. And fucking horny. Sick of cam to cam wanks and all. I want you to get your white arse down here and fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk."

His face burned as he said that. Breaking his mannish image.

Sheamus smirked. Not only was that delightful to hear, it was also something he could have fun with. Tell Cena that Wade was turning into Randy with a Northern accent.

"Maybe on my next days off," he said, "But I'm not buggering up your shoulder for ten minutes strenous activity."

"Fuck the shoulder," groaned Wade, hand now fisting his hard cock, "Fuck me instead Ste."

"Tell me what you'd like me to do then Stuey," grinned Sheamus.

Wade lay back on the bed, his long, muscular smooth legs spread wantonly, his bearded, masculine features wrought with sexual frustration.

"I want you..." he rasped, voice harsh and raspy with testosterone, "To come here...fucking suck the tongue out me mouth...throw me down on this bloody bed...open my legs and just screw the fucking life out of me...oh yeah...fuck yeah...fuck me Stephen..."

Sheamus was drooling positively...wow Wade was really getting into it...was he...yes he was...the Englishman had let a hand travel between his pert arse cheeks and was now fingering himself, so lost in his fantasy. The Irishman decided to shed his lounge pants and join in.

"Want that do ya?" snarled Sheamus seductively, now naked himself and fisting his own cock, "Such a little tart arent you Bennett huh? Bare knuck fighter my arse. You just want cock up you doncha?"

"Fuck yeah..." moaned Wade, now furiously jerking himself and prodding his prostate with his other hand, "More...more...oh fuckin'ell...fuck...oh fuck..." He let out a masculine bellow and convulsed, spraying his abs with a much-needed release.

Wow.

Sheamus was gobsmacked. Wade was 'suffering' indeed!

It didn't take long for the elder, flame haired man to finish himself off with a string of garbled cussing and mannish growls.

"Didn't...take you long," he panted, running a hand through his matted red hair.

"Too bloody horny all the fucking time," Wade complained, though he was smirking with satisfaction. That had been a good wank.

"Soon as I get a weekend off, I'm getting my arse down there and giving you what you deserve," smirked Sheamus.

"You better or I'll fucking break your legs!" Wade spat, "Unlike you I am hard. You let a little Japanese guy beat the crap out of you."

"Yes OK thanks," sighed Sheamus, preferring NOT to remember the time he and Yoshi had roomed with Ted in FCW and had a little...disagreement...resulting in the underused Japanese star well and truly handing SHeamus' backside to him.

"See you tomorrow for Raw," Wade said, "Luv ya."

"Love you too you hormonal sod," Sheamus smirked, "Laters."

"Laters."

He signed off, yawning.

---

Next morning, Dolph Ziggler awoke early, phone blasting. This wasn't his hotel room...

Oh yes. Now he remembered.

A chunky warm mass of man was laying beside him.

The blonde turned off the alarm hurriedly and sat up, brushing his bleached hair out of his eyes.

A soft series of mewls and squeaks sounded beside him as Mike awoke from his slumber too, thanks to the alarm.

Dolph switched on the overhead light on his side. Damn this room really did have all the bells and whistles. Wonder who Mike had blown to get this? He knew he wasn't being malicious as Mike would probably happily admit it. His good friend (now with benefits it seemed) was a slut. The way he took Dolph's pounding last night...

"Morning Nicky," Mike purred, cuddling up to him, resting his warm head on Dolph's chest.

"Morning bro," Dolph replied.

He didn't regret it as much as he thought. And he had stayed with Mike. Kept him company. He wasn't about to destroy their solid bro code they'd built up over their years together in WWE.

"What's the time?" asked Mike.

Dolph had to admit he looked cute first thing. Hair all mussed.

"3 45, early bird, you know that by now," Dolph said.

Mike groaned.

But then he was used to ealy starts, being the go-to media guy for the company. Hashtag sleep when he was dead indeed. And waking up next to his long time friend had made him happy. He hasn't anticipated Dolph to be such great sex as he was. First time in ages he hadn't dreamed of Jack Swagger. Could he be getting over it? After all, Dolph had come round and slept with him. And it looked like things hadn't gotten awkward between them.

He mewed adorably and pecked Dolph's cheek.

"Hey.." chuckled Dolph.

"Not gonna let you go," Mike purred, "Nicky...I really like you."

"I just cleared your cobwebs out man," Dolph said.

"I mean it," Mike said, "Friends with extremely hot benefits..."

"We can't be seen together," Dolph said.

"I can cope with that," Mike said sweetly, crawling under the covers and taking Dolph's morning wood in to his mouth.

"Ohh fuck...man you could have warned me,..." groaned the blonde.

Slurping and whines sounded from underneath in response. Dolph was fucking Mike's face relentlessly...damn where did he learn to give such fantastic fucking head? He was even better than Cody.

Mike wouldn't stop. He would only pause to take a breath and kiss DOlph's flat pelvic area before resuming. He wanted Dolph down his throat. That was his breakfast. Got to keep losing the pounds.

Dolph was moaning and cursing as he writhed.

"Awww man...fuck yeah bro...gonna nut soon...yeah fuck yeah...aw man...s'no good...I need to fuck you."

Mike shook his head, refusing to stop sucking.

Dolph's curses increased in volume.

He was going to shoot his wad.

Oh fuck.

Fuck.

He let out a strangled mannish cry as he exploded, Mike gripping his thighs as he gratefully swallowed everything his fellow Cleveland man gave him.

As Dolph lay there, fully sated, that dull ache in his midriff that always followed a damn good blowie...Mike crawled up and beamed at him, flashing those perfect teeth.

"Mmm...thanks for breakfast," he smirked.

"Aw bro did you have to?" Dolph sighed.

"Enough calories in jizz to keep me going all morning," Mike said, "I know you do cardio before food."

"Yeah man...gimme some time to recover..."

Mike pecked his lips with a contented little mew.

He climbed out of bed and wandered towards the bathroom.

"Aw man, you don't wanna shoot your nut and all?" Dolph asked, "Bro code."

"I need to make myself pretty," Mike said.

Dolph heaved himself up out of bed and followed him into the bathroom, hugging the chubby one from behind. He was fond of Mike. He was loving feuding with him. So many misunderstood his friend. And plus his broski was a fucking shit hot lay. Dolph would happily accept the FWB contract. He'll stick with dudes for a while. Sure it'll be an ego blow when Swaggs finally caves in but hey, Dolph would have had some awesome sex on the way. Plenty of fish. And they'd still be bros after. He hoped. Better than Dean Ambrose. Easy.

He pulled Mike to him and pecked his lips.

"Nicky...people will talk," giggled Mike.

"The whole of LA could probs hear your screaming last night man," smirked Dolph, "C'mon, let a bro help another out, relax."

He guided Mike back to the bedroom.

"On the bed," he whispered.

"Nicky...you won't be able to go yet.."

"Shush. On your back bro. Legs open."

"Nickeeee..." moaned Mike, eagerly obeying. Yes. Oh yes.

Dolph sucked two fingers before slowly inserting them into that curvy bottom. He was just imagining how he got all his female conquests going. And by those small screams aleady leaving Mike, he imagined it was exactly the same to get a submissive dude going.

Mike was so turned on. His cock was oozing precum all up his stomach. Fuck yeah. This was better than he could ever have DREAMED! Maybe he'd been lusting for the wrong blonde! Dolph knew him so well. And was amazing in bed too. But...nobody could be Mike's beloved Oklahoman. Not even his best friend. Never mind. He couldn't WAIT to see the pig sick jealousy etched on Jack's face when he found out Mike had 'moved on' after all! Because Mike was going to be open at work about his new bedmate. He didn't have to hide who he was!

---

Raw.

Catering.

Paige was so bloody happy. She was Divas champion again! What a birthday present. And what a night...celebrating with the ladyfriend. Summer was being filmed for Total Divas today so unfortunately they had to be apart but that was OK. She'd already been taken for coffee and a grilling by Emma today. The only thing missing was a messy night out last night but as they'd had to be on the road to Raw (unless they were the elite few that got an extra night in LA) said night out had to be postponed. She'd already had one with plenty of the other girls a few days before but she fancied another.

She lay her title in pride of place on the table she claimed and dove into her late lunch. Also were a mug of Yorkshire Tea and a huge Galaxy bar. Carbo loading. She had the figure. One bar won't spoil it. Her friends from back home were so thoughtful, sending her English food.

A shower of golden stars fell over her head.

"Hi baldy," she said.

"How did you know it was me?" Cody said innocently, sinking down next to her. A huge grin on his face.

"Who else blows paper shapes over people?" Paige replied, "OK you look WAY too happy."

"Monday night Raw?" Cody chirped.

"Wait...is he here? Munchkin? And nobody told me?"

"No," Cody said sadly, before perking up once more, "But he called me! Haven't heard from him in so long and he called me out of the blue. Oh wow...I was so giddy...like a middle school girl.."

"Awwwwwww," cooed the raven haired girl, "You are too bloody cute, you know that?"

"Going to Maui in 2 days," Cody went on, "Sadly he won't be joining us but would look supsicious for the vlogs..."

"He could hold the camera.."

"I think I owe Brandi enough..."

"What if you end up...having a baby.."

"Whatever happens, happens...I know he has the promise ring...well...I uh...made him send me a photo of him wearing it...amongst others.."

"Nudes?" smirked Paige.

"I miss him!" pouted Cody, "I want to pin him to the bed, mount him and ride screaming his name to the whole fucking world damnit..."

"TMI!" squealed Paige.

"Sowwy..." Cody was scarlet and bashful...wow he didn't mean to say that out loud. Whoops. Distractions. He blew some more stars over her. She squealed again and batted at them like a cloud of midges.

"Stop that!" she complained, "So...the truth came out. You're the bottom...but you're six foot..."

"So? Such a dated sterotype," Cody said, "Small guys can be tops and taller guys can be bottoms! It's so irritating people assuming because Joshy's smaller than me he must be the bottom. HUMPH."

He folded his arms and scowled.

"Does that really bother you, what others think?" asked Paige.

"A little," confessed Cody.

"But who cares? You love him, he loves you...I get similar...about Summer. Because she's tanned and blonde, and I'm this angry gothy girl who hates Barbies...blah blah. Anyway...I hear you had a run in with Her Royal Shortness last night. SHe scratched you."

"Yeah...lucky I didn't catch something...CrayJ indeed," Cody said, "Don't tell anyone will you?"

"I won't...well I hope you loved watching me kick her short arse about."

"I screamed like a queen when you won," Cody admitted, "They all looked at me like I was a weirdo. Oh...hi Dean.."

"Hey.." Dean came and sat next to him.

Paige noted the look Dean shot him. Interesting.

"Well...did what you asked, took an early night..." Dean said, "Actually...feel better for it. Not so empty."

"Good," Cody said, "Your last Raw tonight isn't it?"

"Yeah...don't wanna leave on a bad note," Dean said.

"You leaving?" Paige asked.

"Movie," Dean said, "And plus...need to get away. Not been the best couple of months."

He shuffled closer to Cody.

Paige continued to observe.

"Dread to think what they'll do to you tonight," she said.

"Meh. Whatever happens, happens," Dean shrugged, "Over it. What's a Galaxy?"

He took the big bar.

"Candy bar from England," Cody said, "Hey! Ask her first!"

"If officials catch me scoffing that I'll be starved of the nonexistent blubber I'll put on after eating it," Paige said, "You're boys...you can get away with it."

"Really?" Dean asked, mouth full," Cos this is good shit.."

"I'm sitting at the IWC's most wanted table," remarked Cody, "All we need is Kharma.."

"There's so many pissed off fanboys because she didn't come back," Paige smirked, "Stephanie...oh my. Sorry Brie but...I was a Steph girl last night."

"ANd Nikki...did you see that coming?" Cody said.

"Yeah...sort of," Paige said, "Stephanie though...Pedigree me any time."

"CLose your legs you dirty bitch," Cody scolded, "That;'s the BOSS."

"She could be my boss," Paige teased, mainly doing it to make Cody squirm.

"Want me to tell Summer?" COdy threatened.

"Do what you like," Paige said, sipping her tea and looking alarmingly like a black-haired Madonna doing her infamous 'reductive' remark.

"Is it just me or was Stephanie channeling a bit of Chyna?" Dean said thickly, through more chocolate.

"Didn't want to say but yes," Cody said, "Greedyguts...I'll buy you another Paige seeing as the gannet here has just eaten the entire fucking bar..."

Paige giggled.

"I don't mind," she said.

"Skipped breakfast," Dean said.

"Why?" Cody rounded on him.

"Wasn';t hungry," Dean said, "What? I wasn't hooking up...promise you."

"You better," Cody scolded, before looking across the room. Just as Mike and Dolph entered. Mike was all over Dolph. Oh REALLY?! Gross. Talk about incestuous.

He shuddered and made a vomit sound.

"What's the matter with you?" Paige asked.

"Just seen something truly disgusting...blurrgh," Cody said, shuddering again.

"Your brother in a ball gag again?" Dean said.

"DEAN! No. More gross."

"What could be more disturbing than the stuff Dustin used to wear in the Nineties?" Dean said.

"That," Cody said, pointing to Mike and Dolph.

Dean glanced in that direction. His insides churned with betrayal. He knew Dolph was just a casual fuck bud (probably barely qualified as ;buddy') but he was with Dean's sworn enemy! Ugh. Well Dean was definitely done with HIM now.

"Fucking wrong," he scowled.

"What?" Paige said, "What you gawping at?"

"The asshole who uses people is now banging the company whore," Cody snarled, "Match made in the fires of hell as far as I'm concerned. Yeuch."

---

Mike was nuzzling against Dolph as they loaded plates with salad. Well, Mike was picking the mayonnaise-drenched pasta ones and Dolph was trying to tell him no.

"Want to give the plastics more rope to hang you with?" Dolph said.

"Rhodes can try his best stuff...I don't care what that vinegary little spinster thinks about me anymore, or his fat little Imperfect sidekick," Mike said.

"I can't believe you set that shit up though bro, that was pretty shady," Dolph said.

"It worked, didn't it," Mike replied, "They made my life a misery for years here Nicky. You weren't always about to have my back."

"You used to be in that little inner circle though man," Dolph said, "They accepted you at one point."

"Meh, talk about grass is greener on the other side," Mike said, "So shallow Nicky. All they did was party and talk about boys."

"But isn;t that what you like to do?" smirked Dolph, "Oooh Coronation Pasta...man that stuff looks loaded with carbos."

"Gimme," Mike said, and loaded a huge blob of bright yellow dressed pasta onto his plate. He was happy. And when he was happy he ate what he liked. He did have some good times when he dated Josh and was part of that little clique...2011 seemed a world away. And he did have a hand in getting Cody and Josh together properly. But that was then. This was now. He partly regretted scheming with AJ to get rid of Josh but it needed to be done. And Cody need never find out.

"Bro...you don't want to be carbocrashing during the show," Dolph warned him.

"You could help me work it off," Mike flashed those pearly whites.

DOlph chuckled and shook his head, following Mike to their table where Zack and Alex Riley were already sat.

Both Zack and Alex folded their arms. Both of them were still put out from the slutty selfies Mike had sent them last night.

"Sup bromos," Dolph drawled, making sure to lay his glittering newly won title in pride of place on the table.

"What's going on?" Zack rounded on Mike.

Mike just flashed his perfect teeth again.

"Hold up hold up guys," Dolph held his hand up, "Just remember you two fumbled a few times..."

"Yeah," chimed in Mike.

Both Zack and Alex went scarlet. They both would rather forget their short early 2012 fling. It was messy and ended badly.

"Mike...man...always said you're not my type," Alex said, though his lip curled a little as he said that.

Mike returned the same smile.

"Whoa whoa...did we just go back to 2011?" drawled Dolph, "C'mon man, spill the tea. Did you or didn't you do the nasty once?"

Mike looked scandalised.

"No!" he pouted, "Why does everyone think that Lexie and I were fucking?! Nicky."

He slapped Dolph's arm before folding his own arms and looking hurt.

"Sorry man, tactless.." Dolph said.

"S'OK..." simpered Mike, pecking his latest lover's cheek.

Alex and Zack's jaws both hit the floor.

"What?! You guys?!" spluttered Zack.

"Since when?" Alex asked.

"Since last night," Mike beamed, climbing onto Dolph's lap, shooting major lovesick eyes at his current on screen enemy, "Don't be jealous boys."

"Not jealous," Zack said, "Just...surprised. After all these weeks of Swagger this, Swagger that..."

"Y'all are right," Mike went on, making himself quite comfortable, ignoring Dolph's protests, "Jakey's married. He'll never love me. Wasting my time wasn't I?"

"So just like that?" Alex said, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't buy it," Zack agreed.

"Where's J-Rob anyway?" Mike asked.

"Indisposed..." Alex said.

"AKA wrecking Tom Phillips' cute butt," Dolph snarked.

"Ah," Zack said, "They had a bit of a domestic."

"What? THe golden couple?" Dolph raised his eyebrows, "What about?"

"Their sex life," Zack went on, "Ssh...hang on, here he comes. I said nothing, K? Hey bro."

"Afternoon," Justin Roberts, immaculately suited up, climbed into the remaining reserved seat, "Don't have to lie man, probably all over the company by now. Mike. What the hell was that last night?"

"Little me?" Mike beamed, sucking his thumb and shooting big puppy dog innocent eyes at him, "Like what you saw?"

Alex and Zack facepalmed.

"Tom didn't, he was there!" Justin spat, "He thinks I'm having an affair with you!"

"If you want more to love..." Mike beamed.

Dolph was incredulous. HAd he just been totally played at his own game? Mike was sat on HIS lap and flirting with another member of their tight little fraternity! One who was in a monogamous relationship!

"Mikey...get some self respect," Alex huffed.

Mike climbed onto the table, laying on his stomach, posing, pushing his designer shades up his nose.

"Open invite boys," he said, "Nicky doesn't have to keep me all to himself. I'm all yours...whenever, wherever you feel like it."

He climbed back onto Dolph's lap, enjoying the hormones he was stirring up. Dolph was getting a semi. Mike knew these tight dress pants (and no undies) were a good idea. Every curve had been visible.

"Calm it," hissed Dolph into his ear.

"So horny Nicky," purred Mike right back, "Why don't we have a little frat party one night...all of us..."

"You're insatiable," Dolph rasped.

"If we weren;t working today Nicky you'd still be on that bed...whilst I ride screaming your name," Mike purred, ignoring the stares of their fellow broskis and looking lustfully into the blonde's eyes.

"Get a room!" Zack cried.

"Who slipped Viagra into his coffee?" Alex sighed.

"Maybe we should go," Justin said.

"Good idea," Zack said, "I can smell the horniness."

The three others quickly rose to their feet and left the table.

"Alone at last," Mike moaned.

"What's your game?" challenged Dolph.

"I like you so much Nicky," Mike simpered, pecking Dolph's lips, "But...I feel bad excluding the other boys..."

"They've all got guys of their own to play with," Dolph said.

Mike bit Dolph's lip as he went for another lusty kiss; "Zack only rarely sees his new man Big O, Lexie only gets to see Evvy sporadically too...and Tom Phillips is a skinny bitch with no booty...c'mon Nicky, how horny would it be? Just us five. Playing together."

"I've never really thought of any of the other bros like that.."

"Bro code Nicky, you said," Mike went on, "C'mon...let's get naughty with the boys."

"You're serious aren't you?" Dolph asked.

"Lexie and Zack played about once," Mike said, "So they have no room to talk. Gay men aren't monogamous Nicky...no matter how much they try and act holier than thou...*cough* RHodes the whore *cough*. I've seen Tom Phillips' underwear. He's not as innocent as he looks."

"But that's Justin's beef man, not yours," Dolph said, "Damn...looks like last night wasn't enough huh?"

"I'm in a siesta mood on a daily basis," purred Mike, "And with a hot stud like you beneath me can you blame me? Nicky you are the best sex ever."

"Wow...better than Swaggs?"

Mike nodded.

Oh yes. Feed his ego.

---

Jack Swagger had been watching that revolting display earlier with utter disgust. Mike really was a filthy slut. All over Ziggler like a rash before showing his assets off to the others. And he'd heard about last night. Mike swanning around in just his sheer briefs. The guy made the Oklahoman physically sick. It had almost distracted him during his match tonight.

He gulped his water bottle.

Maybe he did carry a small torch for Mike still.

But if he was honest. After all the drama in recent weeks with Dean who also turned out to be clingier than he initially though, Jack was getting more turned off guys by the day. Clear his conscience. He was married. Stop playing around and just watch some gay porn if the urge hit him on the road.

"Hey," came the distinct accent of his former tag partner Cesaro.

Jack nodded curtly.

"What's eaten you," the Swiss asked.

"Dudes are more work than chicks," sighed Jack.

"Preaching to choir," Cesaro said, "I paid a heavy price. Made a huge mistake dating Mike."

"Ugh..." Jack scoffed.

"You should steer clear," Cesaro said.

"How can I when he throws himself at me daily, huh?" Jack said in frustration, "Damnit, why can't you play with guys and just keep it casual? None of this falling in love garbage?"

"You're married?" Cesaro said.

"Can't help it, sometimes on the road...I kinda crave it," Jack said, "HArd bodies, knowing that I can give a dude a really good time."

Cesaro smiled at him.

"You were...very good in bed," he said, "You even made a mess out of me."

Jack smirked.

"Thanks man," he said, "Can we start over? Forget the annoying fat bitch. We were legit buds before."

"And all the times he wasn't there which he doesn't know about," smirked Cesaro.

Jack grinned.

"We were good together man," he said.

"Well I don't give my ass to just anyone," Cesaro grinned, edging closer.

"Whatcha doing tonight?" Jack growled.

OK. Maybe not ALL dudes. Cesaro was not a high maintenance, clingy, possessive bitch. He was a real man. And was perfectly OK with a bit of casual humping and dumping. And what a fucking body. Jack even thought Cesaro was way out his league. And he swelled with pride knowing he'd been the only guy priveleged enough to tap that solid, furry, muscular, perfect ass. Cesaro was still all-man even on the end of Jack's dick. That had been some good times. The first time had been just to please Mike. But they'd met up behind Mike's back (or when Mike had been chasing BArrett) for many more sessions after.

"Chilling with some beers, you?" Cesaro hissed.

"Wanna two up?"

"You fucking bet."

"Give us a damn kiss."

The two former tag partners lips met with a growling crash of lust.

---

Dean Ambrose was in the medical room. Again. Second night running. Ow. His fucking head. Those weren't real concrete blocks but damn they still fucking hurt. And Seth had not been gentle. Talk about kicking a man whilst he was down. Dean was so glad to be going on sabbatical. A clean break. No Seth to make his heart ache. No Ziggler to use him. Well not that Dean would go back now Ziggler was dipping it in Miz's fat ass...and no Swagger to manipulate him.

"We have to stop meeting like this Mox," Dr Sampson sighed.

"I know..you'll be rid of me for a while now Doc," Dean said.

"Will do you good, stop all these crazy bumps," the doctor replied, "Now shoo. Get some rest. Try not to fall under a bus."

Dean chuckled a little as he picked himself up. He held the ice pack to his head and made his way out of the room.

"Hey," Cody said, still in his face paint but dressed in his normal clothes. He looked so peculiar.

"Hey," Dean replied, "Just gotta take painkillers and rest. Could be worse."

"He was really vicious...asshole," Cody snarled, "Call me if you're lonely Dean."

"Sure," Dean said.

"Go rest up," Cody said, pecking him on the cheek before giving the Lunatic Fringe one of his super-adorable, patented big hugs, "Have fun. See you soon."

"Bye Cody."

Dean sighed philosophically before heading towards his rental. His plan was head home to Vegas for a while, and, despite this being impossible in the city of neon, lay low and chill out. Maybe take a couple of days just walking in the Nevada desert. No seedy hookups. None of his usual haunts back home. Hopefully time might heal the deep wounds between himself and Seth.

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OK at last we come to the end of this hot mess! There was a loose theme (again) linking all this together and that was that all men keep their brains in their trousers. Or at least in this universe they do.

I know, I know. A heavy Miz dose again but I can't help it. Something in me loves writing smut about him. And that photo from last night's Raw...lucky Sandow. And Dolph enjoyed it really ;)

Dean leaving marks a hiatus from Ambrollins and that mess for a while. Seth was heartless but sometimes you've got to be cruel to be kind.

Centon are back on form (bottom!Cena! I know, I made sure he was still a manly man because with those arms...how could he be anything but? ) And then Randal reclaimed his rightful place. Under the mirror. Riding Johnny.

Shade smut! Yes you weren't dreaming! It's the best I can do given their circumstances but hopefully soon something might change!

Hope you liked this and SO sorry it has taken a million years to put up! xx