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.

19. Chapter 19

Chapter 19

I've been itching to write a chapter after Raw before NXT Takeover 2. Mainly due to the total surprise appearance of Sami, Adrian and Tyler. Yay for Samdrian! I miss those two. Well Adrian's balls in Sami's manbag ;)

LAst time we met them in Let's Go To The Beach, Beach! there was drama afoot. How will Sami cope with Cesaro around?

Cesaro and Swagger? Answer to each other's problems? Qzky may enjoy what I have planned after your last review ;)

How is Seth getting on with no Dean?

Also, Miz and Dolph? Genuine or using? We'll find out.

Smut. Sappiness. Lots of couples. Drama. And fraternisation with other wrestling promotions possible.

This is an ULTRA long one. I recommend a pot of tea and some cakes. Maybe a bottle of wine. Whatever your preferences.

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Divas' Champion Paige had an enigmatic smirk on her face as she strode into catering.

"What you so happy about?" asked Cody Rhodes AKA Stardust, who was chilling out pre-show in of all things, a Superman onesie. Josh had bought it for him for Christmas and even though it was just September, he fancied wearing it.

"Oh nothing," she giggled.

Cody grinned naughtily.

"Summer been learning new techniques? Noticed her enjoying a large slice of melon earlier," he giggled.

"You..." Paige went to playfully hit his arm, her cheeks rather pink.

"No shame in getting laid girlfriend," he said, "More than I am right now..."

"Still not managed to see munchkin?"

"Nope.." he looked very sad and chewed on his thumb. He looked like a little kid more than ever.

"Why the onesie? Sunny out," Paige asked.

"Joshy bought this for me," Cody said, "Said I looked cute in it. So what's the smirk about if it wasn't Summer's talented tongue?"

"You little...we have visitors," Paige said.

"I can see your camel toe Saraya...close your legs," came an unmistakable mischievous Montreal accent.

Cody beamed.

"Hey Sami," he waved adorably, "What you doing here?"

"Got a tag match...get people talking about Takeover," the naughty redhead said, sliding into a seat.

"So where's darling Adrian then?" snarked Paige.

"Ben is putting our bags away and fetching me a drink as I so kindly drove us from the airport," Sami declared, resting his feet on the table.

"Anyone tell you it's rude to put your feet on the table?" Paige said.

"I can see up his shorts...put it away Sami," Cody said, shielding his eyes.

"Ooopsie...my underwear must have shrunk on the way," giggled Sami, eyes sparkling with mischeif, "Why the big babygro Codes?"

"Joshy got me this.." pouted Cody, "Comfy.."

A red faced Adrian Neville walked in, his long hair tied up, his usual out-of-the-ring glasses on, and of course, *that* Fred Perry polo. The one Sami liked him in. Sami had dressed the NXT Champion especially for today. He'd also picked the colors for Adrian's ring attire on Thursday night.

Adrian was clutching two bottles of water.

"What did you pack in your bag?" he panted, "Bricks?"

"You can handle it Ben, you're big and strong," simpered Sami, "Oh my doesn't your tee cling to those biceps..."

"Getting moist already are we?" teased Paige.

"Please.." sighed Cody, "No dirty talk...oh hi Adrian.."

"Wotcha pal," Adrian replied, sitting next to him and taking a large gulp of water, "Bloody hell...we're only doing a couple of shows.."

"So? I might want to go out for dinner?" Sami said.

"Only so many Misfits and Rancid tees," teased Paige.

"I love your outfit Saraya is it Hot Topic? Thought so," snarked Sami.

"You're heading for a big slap."

"Ladies, ladies, we've barely been here five minutes," Adrian said.

"Open my drink Ben," ordered Sami.

"You can do that you big wuss," Paige teased.

Sami climbed to his feet, sighing theatrically and stretching, lifting his shirt to show the waistband of his shorts...and a tell tale dark red patch of hair...they were VERY low on his hips.

"Pubes at six o'clock!" groaned Cody, facepalming, "Wow Sami...thought you shaved..."

"Only my legs and bikini line," teased Sami, "Ben...oh Ben...I asked you a favor..."

He wiggled his hips. Long flights did make him horny. And Adrian's solid pecs were catching the light just right in the small open neck of his polo shirt. His shorts slipped just a little lower.

"Oh no...I don't need to see cock before a match!" Paige said, covering her eyes.

"Put it away Sami!" Cody said.

"I can see every inch of your salami sized schlong in that onesie so can it...bitch," Sami teased.

"That's Joshy's and MY line! HARRRUMPH!" Cody pouted comically and folded his arms.

"What did you feed him on the plane?" Paige asked Adrian.

"Two tins of Monster, it'll wear off by tonight," the NXT Champ sighed. He and Sami both wanted to impress the fans later and had over prepared on the liquid mental stimulation.

"Hope not," giggled Sami, "I want a Monster fuelled ride elsewhere."

"I bet you do.." smirked Paige.

"Nananana!" Cody was covering his ears. Not that he was prudish but it just wasn't fair! He missed Josh so much. And the frustration was running to rampant level now.

"So Ben...my drink please," Sami said, lowering his shorts just a smidgen lower..

"Fine, lazyarse," sighed Adrian, twisting open the bottle of water and handing it to the cheeky redhead.

Sami began to gulp thirstily...and fixing his glittering eyes upon Adrian, started to moan and pretend to fellate the bottle.

Cody had seen enough. He leaned over and took the bottle from Sami.

"Calm yo thirst!" he spluttered.

"Spoilsport," Sami smirked.

Adrian was facepalming and wanting the ground to open up and swallow him. Sami was such a liability. If only his ever increasing fanbase knew what their indie hero was REALLY like. The happy go lucky schtick was true, but if only they knew just what a tease he was!

"Go and shag him," Paige said matter-of-factly, tossing back her long black hair.

"Before Raw?"

"Sami wants it Raw," Cody snarked.

"Sexual frustration isn't pretty Codes," teased Sami, "I can see a damp patch forming. Maybe you should go and get some relief."

"Why me...why me...why me..." Adrian was muttering, scarlet in the face.

"You should know by now Adrian," Paige teased in a singsong voice, "Sami is a sassy independent ginger ninja who does what he likes when he likes..."

"And who he likes," Sami said, licking his lips and glaring lustfully at his beloved Englishman. Adrian's shirt fitted him deliciously. He was turning it up to make their audience laugh, and plus it was fun watching Cody squirm.

At that point, Cesaro headed into catering, having not heard that some of the NXT roster were wrestling tonight. He had a broad smile on his face. For the past few weeks he and Jack Swagger had been mucking about. It had been just what he needed. And he missed being pounded by his former tag partner more than he thought. Especially after Cena told him that he'd switched with Randy briefly after SummerSlam. The manly men were taking charge and going on the receiving end. That first time he and Jack had sex after the post-SummerSlam Raw...Cesaro had bellowed the place down as Jack destroyed his perfect, solid, furry ass.

Randy was right.

Maybe 'joining team bottom' as the Viper had put it had been the best thing.

And Cesaro was mighty proud of his sculpted ass.

His phone buzzed.

From: Swagger

hey man ;) how was the flight? ;) x

Cesaro smirked and replied.

To: Swagger

Couldn't get comfortable. No thanks to you big guy ;)

Buzz buzz.

From: Swagger

Damn bud I've missed you. Love fucking you :P

Cesaro grinned to himself. THis was just what he wanted. A casual fuckbuddy relationship. Keeping the emotional stuff out. No manipulation. He knew exactly what the deal was with Jack. And Miz could throw himself at the blonde all he wanted.

Tagging with Miz the other week on Raw had been...awkward. Mike had refused to acknowledge Cesaro once unless it had been on camera. But Cesaro had got the ultimate one-over on the irritating fat slut by sleeping with the man the Moneymaker was lusting after.

Loading his plate, the Swiss made his way to a table. And then froze as he clocked an all-too-familiar bearded face. Sami Zayn. And Adrian Neville.

Oh WHAT?!

Cesaro hadn't spoken to Sami since the redhead blocked him on Twitter 2 months ago after an ill-advised steamy webcam chat. He almost dropped the plate in alarm. Admittedly he, Cesaro had been in the wrong, having muscled in the moment he saw Sami and Adrian had had problems and talked Sami into stripping off on camera.

But Sami hadn't seen him.

The Swiss shuffled past, not even looking at the table of NXT stars (and Cody Rhodes in a ridiculous Superman onesie) and found a seat as far away as possible.

But Sami had spotted him. And his jaw had set. Rage filled his veins. He cracked his knuckles and scowled.

"What's the matter?" asked Adrian.

"Fucking...asshole..." growled Sami.

"Who?" asked Paige.

Cody looked in the direction Sami was and spotted Cesaro. Sami had of course told him everything that had happened between them. He too, scowled.

"Just a cad," he spat.

"Understatement, oppertunistic self-serving prick who loves to make boys perform for him," snarled Sami, "FUcking...I hate him..."

Adrian knew bloody well who they were talking about. He was still jealous as hell that Sami had once slept with the muscular, ruggedly handsome King Of Swing. Even though after their dramatic breakup in July, Sami had assured Adrian that the Brit was whom he wanted and loved. Well...Sami had (post-sex admittedly) asked Adrian to marry him. Sami hadn't spoken of it the morning after, a little embarrassed at how loose his tongue got in sex..but Adrian hadn't forgotten.

"Ignore him, I am," he said, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice as he shot Cesaro a dirty look.

"He's not having me Ben," Sami said, "Ben...hold me.."

"Don't pay any attention to him," Cody said, "Anyway, I don't think he will be after you Sami.."

"Why has the big fat Zee lister sunk his podgy claws back into him?" spat Sami.

"Not quite," Cody said, "Kermit and Cesaro split up because Kermit wants Thwagger. But now Kermit is riding Ziggler's overrated dick and Thwagger is now poking Cesaro's hairy ass. Gross. Incestuous. Twisted. Hot mess. BLURGHH!"

He looked like such a little kid as he grimaced, miming vomiting.

"Wha...what?" Sami gasped.

"That's fucked up," Adrian put in, "Guess I'll never complain about Graves again."

"Has he not been fired yet?" Cody asked, "He can't wrestle, was never much good at promos..."

"He's working in PR now apparently," Adrian replied, as Sami cracked his knuckles some more, both at the sight of Cesaro and the mention of his sworn enemy Corey.

"Wonder who he knelt down to to get that?" Paige snarked.

"Lot of desks at Titan Towers," Cody chimed in.

"He'll be happy as a pig in shit," finished the Divas Champion, "So many to bend over, so little time."

"I'm going to be sick, please stop talking about that walking biohazard," Sami complained, climbing onto Adrian's lap, to much protests from the NXT champion.

"Awwwwww!" Paige cooed.

"Why is it," spat Cody, "That a 13 year veteran of the company who showed nothing but loyalty like Joshy got fired unceremoniously and yet that dirty TNA reject Graves gets given a new job elsewhere?!"

A spiteful girlish giggle sounded.

A passing AJ had heard Cody's rant and couldn't resist stopping by, ready to stick the boot in.

"Because Corey has talent," she said simply, "People love him. He was one of the best in NXT. What was that pointless spiky haired irrelevant hack's talent? Oh wait...he had none. Apart from being passed around the locker room like a joint."

"Didn't he go after your husband once?" Cody snarled, fixing eyes flashing with hatred at her.

AJ leapt onto the table, alarming everyone and stared Cody down.

"I will hurt you," she spat, "And you can't do anything about it Stardust."

"Try it little girl," Cody hissed.

Paige didn;'t know what to do. At least before AJ was just arrogant and irritating. Now it seemed she was declaring war on Cody. What happened at Summerslam? Cody hadn't gone into details (as to be expected, a six foot male wrestler being attacked by a 100 pound female wouldn't endear one to the higher-ups here).

Adrian and Sami were both taken aback. This was new to both of them. Cody and AJ were locked in a battle staredown.

AJ sneered and climbed off the table, before tossing her long hair back and skipping away as though nothing untoward in the slightest had happened.

"BITCH!" screamed Cody, punching the table in frustration.

"Hey hey, calm down," Paige said, rubbing his shoulders. Awww. This onesie was furry. MAde him look like a blue and red puppy dog, "It's what she wants."

"I hate her...hate her so much," Cody growled, glowering in the direction AJ had gone.

"So does everyone," Paige said, "She tried to pick a fight with Nikki Bella about John and Randy yesterday. Nikki just put her in one hell of an armlock. Then she started all the 'plastic expendable' bollocks again."

"You're not the Bellas number one fan either," Cody said.

"When did I say that?"

"I dunno...just something of the vibe you gave off in your match with Brie. Like she was beneath you."

Paige shifted guiltily. She had a perfectly cordial relationship with both Nikki and Brie but she couldn't help but feel that they were trying to pitch the sisters' feud above hers and AJ's. And the internet fans seemed to agree.

"I uh...didn't realise I was doing that, just playing my part..."

"The smarks miss nothing," Cody said, "You and that little rat bitch are what they want to see. The Bellas are still seen as twin models and always will be. You vs Nattie. Best for business. You and AJ. Best women's feud since Trish and Lita."

"But I never said..." Paige broke off.

"You're thinking it," Cody said, "Regardless of what Nikki and Brie did before signing, they've been here longer than you have. I know you're better in the ring than them but they're hardly Kelly Kelly."

Paige made a disgusted noise. That plastic bimbo. She would have loved to have put her in a Scorpion Crosslock. Hard.

Adrian and Sami listened with interest.

"The IWC would be breaking their necks to be at this table right now," Sami put in.

Just a foot or so away, a tall blonde girl had been listening. And she wasn't down with what was being said at all. She felt like a knife had just been driven into her lower back. She dropped her water bottle, still open with a small clatter, sending water all over the lino as she stormed out of Catering.

Cody heard the noise and looked up.

He saw the wave of blonde tresses.

Oh shit.

He facepalmed.

"What?" Paige asked.

"I think you need to go see your girlfriend. Immediately."

"Why? What's happened?"

Sami had noticed this too and was glaring at her.

"What?!" Paige said defiantly.

Sami shook his head.

"Just remember Saraya, who you're dating. And where she came from."

Paige's stomach did a backflip. What the hell had she just done?

"Dan! Wait!" she cried, springing up from her chair and running out of the room.

"Oh God..." Cody sighed, "This was my fault."

"How?" Sami asked.

"Baiting her with the smark crap..."

"But it is what they say on wrestling forums," Sami said.

"I know but...oh God..."

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Summer Rae was holed up in the women's bathroom. She didn't know whether to kick a hole in the wall or curl up and sob. Was that really how Paige felt about women like her? Unworthy because they didn't come up through the indies? She thought Paige was much better than regurgitating the done-to-death hating by douchebag dudebros online. Summer had been a wrestling fan most of her life.

Apparently that wasn't enough. It was bad enough having to still be in a ridiculous fake feud with Natalya for Total Divas that just reinforced the 'models vs real women wrestlers' argument that steadfastly refused to die.

She heard the restroom door open.

Not wanting to be seen upset, she unlocked the door and strode out defiantly, bringing out her screen persona 110%.

And sure enough, she was faced with a totally-furious-with-herself Divas Champion.

"What?" she spat curtly.

"Please," Paige pleaded.

"I think you said all you needed out there," Summer said snobbishly, tossing back her hair, "Haven't you got a match to prep for?"

"Please Dani..."

"Don't call me that. We're at work. It's Summer to you, Paige."

"Do you have be such a cow?"

"Do you have to be such a stuck up smark pandering bitch?"

Ouch.

That hurt.

"I'm sorry I'm not Sara in the ring. I'm sorry I haven't done one hour no holds barred matches against men. I'm sorry I haven't been wrestling since I was thirteen," Summer spat, "I really thought you were above all that. Looks like you believe all your own hyper after all. I wouldn't be surprised if AJ was really who you wanted."

"How dare you!"

"Spare me," Summer went on, "I don't want to hear it. You're all over her. All over Natalya. You know, the woman who insults me every week on E! I notice you only bought one ticket to NXT Takeover. Bet you can't wait to work with Becky. After all she's a real wrestler and she's from the UK..well Ireland but still."

"That's bollocks!" Paige cried, "I was given that ticket!"

"Whatever," Summer said, "Go chat up Becky, talk about the old times on the indies. I'm so done with you Raya."

"What?!" the young raven-haired girl paled and looked completely crushed.

"Haven't you got some real wrestlers to hang out with? Go hang out with Natalya. She's more your scene. Go hang out with Emma. She was trained by Lance Storm after all. I'm just a plastic Barbie diva after all. Disposable. Unworthy of your attention. Don;t want the IWC to spot you talking to me do you?"

"Please..."

"Enough. I have makeup to do."

Summer turned on her heel and walked out, leaving the younger girl struggling to hold back the tears in her wake.

---

In the locker room, a few superstars were changing ready for tonight. Zack Ryder was already changed and just reading Bleacher Report on his iPad in the corner. Dolph Ziggler was changing into something a touch smarter as tonight he was just cutting a promo in regards to the recent phone hacking scandal. This had many superstars worried. Especially the ones in relationships with men. Randy Orton had now deleted every nude he'd ever sent to John Cena; Sheamus ditto with all the naughty cock shots he'd been sending Wade to keep him happy whilst the Brit was off.

Justin Roberts was just checking his tie in the mirror.

On the other hand, Mike the Miz was happily walking around the locker room in nothing but his new sexy Bike jockstrap. Showing off his curvaceous glutes for his new love. The past few weeks with Dolph...had been heaven. The sex was just incredible. What had started as friends with benefits was becoming much more to the Awesome One. For the first time in an age, Jack Swagger had been out of his head. He was starting to fall in love. With Dolph. They'd been friends for so long. Dolph got him. Was always there for him when he was feeling low. Helped him out with man trouble.

He'd now accepted that chasing Jack was just hurting him and making him look foolish.#

"C'mon bro, put something on," complained Zack.

"I'm comfortable," pouted Mike.

Dolph shook his head, chuckling to himself. He was enjoying this new 'relationship' far more than he first thought. If he was gonna date a dude proper, may as well be one of his closest bros. Mike was high maintenance but Dolph was a red blooded man with a high sex drive too. And that was enough for Mike. Dolph could wine and dine the Ohio native as well. He just let Mike pick the places and made sure not to wince at the wine list.

"You look so hot Nicky," simpered Mike, "You have such an on-point dress sense.."

He wrapped his thick arms around the slimmer, elder man and pecked his neck lovingly. Initially he'd just been using Dolph to make Jack jealous. But Jack hadn't shown an iota of reaction despite Mike's best PDA efforts. But as time had gone on. And more and more hot sex...Mike began to realise his feelings for Dolph really were deeper than mere bros with benefits. He was in love.

"Good you're getting over that stupid lisping lug," remarked Zack, "But c'mon man, please...put it away."

"Yeah, could you?" Justin added, "If Tom came in now, there'll be a bitch fight."

"You make him sound like a right pain in the ass bro," Dolph remarked, "Sure you're happy with him?"

"Yes!" Justin snapped.

"You can't lie to us, chocolate voice," MIke beamed, perching next to the handsome ring announcer, crossing one chunky leg over the other.

"Fine," sighed Justin, "He's just...never happy. He's always after sex and sometimes you just want to catch an early night or chill out. And with my new podcast starting...he just got pissy because it meant spending less time with him."

His eyes raked Mike's luscious, curvy form. He had to admit Mike had a good body. Tom was slim but pale..almost too thin. Justin had a solid muscular body underneath his suit due to sharing workouts with some of the stronger guys here...and Daniel Bryan had oh so kindly exposed to the world in 2010.

Mike flashed those pearly whites.

Yes he was developing strong feelings for his screen rival...but if he was honest, if ANY of their little fraternity wanted to play, he was more than willing. He bet Justin could make him a hot mess just by whispering smut into his earhole...he and Alex RIley still had that incredible chemistry that made their screen pairing such a hit; he and Zack...well...possibly...he was just horny as fuck. He'd taken some naughty pictures (albeit in regular underwear) to go with their promo tonight. One with a face pack and shower cap; another shaving his chest...and, the best in his opinion, Damien Sandow spray tanning his naked ass. Damien had NOT been down for that (Dolph had taken all the photos!) as Mike had been making lustful eyes at Dolph throughout.

He shuffled closer to Justin.

"Tell us," he purred seductively, "What's Tom really like in bed?"

"C'mon bro, spill," Dolph said, sitting down next to Zack opposite Justin, "You know the code. Sharing is caring and whatevs."

"Can you please tell him to stop touching," Justin said, indicating Mike.

"He's tactile, let him," DOlph smirked.

"Fine," Justin said, "Tom...he's...well...he's not as innocent as you think."

"We know that," smiled Mike.

"Yeah," put in Zack, "I've heard the screams. Dirty mouth or what?"

"I'm not that kind of guy," Justin sighed, "He's awesome sex...but...I'm just not into the sleazy stuff. Every now and then to spice shit up maybe...but he wants to be romantic everywhere else..in bed it's turn the damn air blue."

"Well well," smirked Dolph, "Little Tom Phillips is a ho in bed. Who'd have thought it?"

"A good woman has to be a chef in the kitchen and a slut in the bedroom," beamed Mike, "I don't see a problem. Unless Tom can;'t cook."

"He doesn't," Justin said, "He tried but he sucks...I have to help out or take over. He once put salt instead of sugar into a red velvet cake."

"Gross," Mike said, "And that's my favourite. Hey! Ask Ryse...she loves red velvet too. She'll make you some!"

"That's nice of you man but not the point," Justin said.

"Any mention of food..." Zack teased.

Mike pouted.

"Some of us have curves to keep," he said, folding his thick arms.

"Simmer down," Dolph said.

Mike beamed naughtily.

"Or what Nicky? You gonna put me over your knee in front of the other boys?"

Zack facepalmed. He thought he and Big O were naughty but that was in private. Mike was shameless.

Justin shifted uncomfortably.

Mike grinned more and climbed onto Justin's lap.

Dolph shook his head and chuckled. He actually found Mike's slutty side a turnon. They were all bros with blue balls after all. He was up for the occasional guest in the bedroom.

"Men need all their needs taken care of," Mike whispered, his blue eyes sultry and locked onto Justin's.

"I never said Tom didn't, quote unquote, take care of my needs," he spluttered.

"You strike me as wanting something to hold onto," Mike purred, "Feel my curves Jay Rob, this is what a real woman...oopsie, I mean a real man, should feel like..."

Dolph was getting hard just watching this. Go get him Mike.

Zack made a noise and got to his feet.

"See you guys later," he said.

"Chicken," teased Dolph.

Zack just shook his head and left.

"C'mon bro," Dolph said, "Live a little. Let him play with you."

Justin felt like a mouse with it's tail caught in the trap. Any minute now Dolph will let it go snap and he'll end up being on the lino with Mike's 230 pound form engulfing his hardening cock. No! Don't get turned on! Mike's skin was so soft. His cologne was classy. Even his tan smelled nice.

"Does monogamy mean anything to either of you?!" he spluttered.

"We're just having some fun," Dolph said, "Bro code. You took the initiation test."

"Yeah, but..."

"C'mon Jay Rob, enjoy me," Mike whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

"What happened to the new relationship?" he asked.

"We never said we were closed," Dolph smirked, "He's having fun. You can't deny he's a turn on. All there on a plate for you."

Mike just flashed his pearly whites some more. Permission to be naughty. This was the best relationship ever! He belonged to Dolph but there was no reason to change things up occasionally.

"You like curves don't you," he purred into Justin's ear, "You want a boy with meat on his bones."

"Ok...yes...I do..." admitted Justin.

Mike clambered off of him and perched on Dolph's lap. Work was done.

"What?" Justin cried.

"I bet you have a raging boner," Dolph smirked, nibbling Mike's ear to adorable giggles from the curvy one, "He's good isn't he?"

"THis was a game?" Justin was incredulous. And turned on.

"Needed to light a fire under your ass," Mike beamed, "Maybe one day we could play together...but you should go take charge and show that little diva who's boss."

"Go on bro, make Tom yours," Dolph said.

"I damn will," Justin hissed. Damn. What a twisted game. At Monday Night Raw of all times! But he hadn't been so eager to get into bed with naughty little Tom than right now! Yeah he wouldn't mind if Tom bulked up a bit...

He climbed to his feet and stormed out.

"Oh man you're good," Dolph smirked to Mike.

"Enjoy the show baby?" Mike simpered, "Oh fancy...we're alone."

He clambered off Dolph's lap and fiercely unbuckled the IC champ's belt. Dolph threw his head back and grunted in pleasure as Mike undressed his lower half.

"Mmmm," Mike moaned, taking Dolph into his mouth.

DOlph groaned in pleasure as Mike blew him. Damn...they were just the horniest couple. He fucking loved this shit.

Mike got to his feet and straddled Dolph's naked thighs, his curvy soft ass brushing the blonde's hardon.

"Want it?" Dolph smirked.

"Always you amazing beautiful stud," moaned Mike, lowering himself down and crying out as he was penetrated.

---

Justin Roberts was a man on a mission. Where was Tom? He was going to take charge and have him. Right here. He was the only member of their little frat group to not fuck at work. And how many years had he been there?

Whenever they all met for beers, all the boys had teased him for being a goody twoshoes. For being too safe by sticking to the bedroom. Not anymore. But hot damn he never knew how seductive Mike was. He and Dolph were a perfect couple. He was surprised it took them that long to get together. Though 4 years ago he was sure, when A-Ry joined the frat, that he would be Mike's lover. They did spend so much time together after all.

There he was. Having his makeup done with Eden.

"OK Tom, that's you done," the makeup girl said.

Eden spotted Justin approach. And fix Tom with the most ferocious glare. She shook her head and giggled. Tom talked about nothing but him during makeup. Even when he was pissed at Justin. Maybe she had spent too long listening to Cody talk about boys (or about Josh).

"What?!" snapped Tom to Justin.

"A word. NOW!" snarled Justin.

"Not in front of my friends," pouted Tom but followed him anyway. Justin led him to a corner behind two big wires boxes. Perfect. Risk of getting caught will just add to the thrill.

"What have I done? Just remember you're in the wrong, MISTER!" spat Tom.

"Don't play the pissy queen with me Phillips," growled Justin, "You need to accept that nothing is going on between me and Mike."

"Whatever."

Tom folded his arms petulantly.

Justin grabbed his arm. Tight. Showing off his surprising strength. Hardbody Ring Announcer indeed.

"Hey! Take your hands off me!" squeaked Tom.

Justin pressed his lips to Tom's ferociously. Tom whined and made out with him right back. Oh yeah! Justin going alpha! Josh had always talked about how awesome it was to sometimes let the top take control!

"Oh Justin..." whined Tom, "Hello daddy...aren't we masterful!"

"Pants down and bend over," snarled Justin.

Tom smirked as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his suit pants, showing off his skimpy bright red Aussiebum briefs (another recommendation from the veteran and ex announcer Josh) which clung to the curves of his ass cheeks. Justin got to his knees and bit the waistband, ripping them down before unzipping his trousers. Make Tom more naked than him. Like the little minx he was. Justin reached into his inside jacket pocket and fished out a sachet of lube. He began to feverishly coat himself before coating two fingers.

Tom was whimpering in lust. Oh fuck yeah. He'd always wanted to get nailed backstage! Be naughty! He couldn't WAIT to tell Josh!

"OhhHH! FUCK!" he whined as Justin's fingers entered him, sharply prepping and scissoring. He was so horny and frustrated so this wouldn't take long. He had no need to worry about his beloved sonorously-voiced man. Justin still loved him and only him!

Justin then lifted the tails of Tom';s jack to expose that delicious ivory lower back and pert cheeks and entered him first time. Damn he was so fucking horny...he owed Mike and Dolph beers for a week for getting him riled up like this. Tom whined shamelessly. Tom could be such a screamer sometimes...other times he was the cutest whimperer. He began to thrust in and out of that cute little butt hard, Tom letting out sharp whimper after sharp whimper, his prostate being smashed in just the right place.

"Ohh Justy..." he whined.

"Shut up and take it!" snarled the tanned man.

"Yes sir...oh yes sir...take me!"

Tom was fisting his cock feverishly, determined to shoot before they were caught. Justin smacked his hand away.

"But...!"

"You're gonna come when I let you..."

"Yes sir."

Tom was sure he would come very soon anyway...his spot was being well and truly hit...oh yes...oh fuck...his whimpering became more frequent...trying to not scream cuss words...oh fuck...oh yes...yes he was going to come without touching himself...

Tom screamed, unable to stifle it as he exploded all over the box in front of him...wow he'd needed that orgasm for a couple of days...such a thrill. Now he could see why so many had clandestine backstage sex. What a fucking turnon.

But he was a good, obedient bottom and let Justin continue nailing him.

"C'mon..." he whined, gasping, "Shoot in me please...please..."

Justin couldn't last much longer...not after seeing, hearing and feeling his little minx boyfriend climax like that...he bit his lip and suppressed growls and grunts as he drove deep inside that cute little ass, gratefully and satisfyingly shooting over the edge.

Tom giggled.

Justin chuckled.

"Oh you bad man," Tom said, turning to kiss those wonderful pouty lips that framed perfect white teeth.

"Am I forgiven now?" Justin smirked.

"I'm fucking indebted to you babe," Tom sighed, "That was the fucking best...feel so naughty...don't want to dress now.."

"You're going the right way for a spanking THomas," Justin teased, pulling out.

"Oh am I?" Tom shot him a mischeivous smirk, leaning on the box, ass out, refusing to dress.

Justin slapped that perfect little peach.

"Ohhh!" moaned Tom.

"Get yourself dressed you," Justin said.

"Fine," Tom said, reluctantly pulling his briefs and trousers up and rebuckling his belt, "You do realise Brandi is gonna grill me."

"You're well in there," Justin said, "How did you manage to get into that little club?"

"Justin..." Tom sighed, "I wish you'd stop hating on the Rhodes...Cody's the nicest guy I've ever met who's not you...and plus Joshy loves him."

Justin and Tom never quite saw eye to eye on each other's choice of friendship groups at work. Because TOm was friendly with Josh before the spikyhaired vet got randomly pink slipped, naturally it gained him entry to the Cody clique. And when Eden got called up as a backstage girl recently, well, naturally she and Tom immediately got close. There was never any petty backstabbing amongst the announcers, thankfully. Just that Justin was part of the Miz-Dolph-Ryder-Riley frat, and Tom was best friends with Cody Rhodes' wife and boyfriend.

"I'll try, he doesn't seem that bad these days, I have to admit," Justin said.

"I know I know, Mike hates him and bros before all else," Tom said, pecking Justin, "Maybe one day you'll see, babe."

"Now shoo," Justin said, chuckling and pecking Tom back.

"See you after the show," Tom giggled, blushing.

---

The NXT guest tag match had just finished. The crowd had gone absolutely batshit wild for all four competitors. It had been a great return to the main roster TV for Tyson Kidd. Naturally Sami and Adrian were the favourites.

Tyson had already been congratulated by his wonderful blonde wife and had disappeared to chill out with her, leaving the three developmental stars to bask in the glory.

"Man THAT shit was on fire!" Tyler Breeze sighed, necking his water, "You two got the best reaction of the whole night."

"That was Ben just being his perfect self," Sami simpered, nuzzling Adrian, "I wanted to cheer with them when you hit the Red Arrow."

Adrian chuckled awkwardly. Sami had been quite er, touchy feely out there. Like he wanted to out them to the world..

"Sucks that CJ couldn't come along," he said, "You did well too mate. None of the weakest link bollocks."

"I am man," Tyler said, "TJ's a Hart, you're indie..."

"ENough," Sami said, "You're as good as us now stop."

"Can I seriously make my own ride home?" Tyler asked, "No offence dude but ya know, seeing you guys all touchy and well, me..kinda gooseberry shit. Not trying to be a dick or anything.."

"We understand," giggled Sami, "Missing your hippie dick are we?"

"SAMI..." Adrian once again facepalmed.

"Oh sorry Ben, am I making you uncomfortable?" Sami giggled, pulling Adrian's arms around his back so the Brit was hugging him from behind, "So Tyler am I right?"

"Kinda," admitted the blonde, "Not that it's your business dude!"

"Everybody's sex life is my business," Sami smirked, "If it means saving your men from the rat skank."

"I don't think CJ has anything to worry about," Adrian said.

"BEN..."

"Dude it's cool..." Tyler cut in, sensing a bitch slap, "Thanks man."

Adrian sighed with relief. Thank God Tyler got what he was implying...ie Tyler being a lot better looking than that sket Corey.

"See you on the road tomorrow," Tyler went on, reaching out to bro-shake Adrian, "Make the most man."

"Yeah sure pal...laters."

He noticed Sami had gone rigid and was wriggling out of his arms.

"Sami?" Adrian began tentatively, "You OK?"

"Fine!" snapped Sami. In a tone that indicated he was anything but.

Oh no. Not again! But Tyler wasn't offended! What could Adrian POSSIBLY have done now? The last two months since their brief breakup had been solid as fuck. What had Adrian managed to do to madden Sami this time?

"OK, put me out my misery," Adrian sighed, "What have I done?"

"'I don't think CJ has anything to worry about!'" Sami mimicked Adrian furiously, "What you trying to say Ben? That Tyler's boyfriend is too ugly to get attention from anyone else?!"

Oh God. What?!

"No I didn't! I meant that his bloke is far better looking than that dirty sket Graves!" protested Adrian, "Why do you get so offended?"

Sami sighed. Blushing. Oh dear. This time HE'D put his foot in it.

"Sowwy..." he mumbled, shuffling away.

Adrian chuckled.

"Don't be so sensitive.." he said.

"Can't help it Ben, I get on edge whenever we talk about rat skank...he could steal you from me at any moment.."

"I doubt it," Adrian said, "Now Baron's starting to get pushed finally, I think the little sket's lusting after him again."

"QUELLE SURPRISE!" roared Sami, "Why don't they just fire that fucking skankbag already?! Hasn't Aiden suffered enough?!"

"Did you know Simon Gotch had him," Adrian said.

"Had who? Oh please tell me Aiden didn't cheat on Baron..." groaned Sami, "And why he didn't tell me.."

"No...Gotch smashed Graves," Adrian said, "Aiden went psycho at him. Said he betrayed their friendship. They barely speak unless in matches now."

"Oh..." Sami said, "MEN! All the same. Go whichever way their paints point! Graves ois easy, big fucking woo! A bit of effort and you could find something ten times better than that piece of trash!"

"Hi...hi...what's up," came Cody's voice, all painted and suited up. But still in his cute lenseless glasses, "Adrian, what you done now?"

"Funnily enough, nothing," Adrian said.

"Why Cody? Why have ninety perecent of the male population got their brains in their dicks?!" lamented Sami.

"What happened?" asked Cody.

"Simon Gotch shagged Corey," Adrian said, "And it's upset Sami.."

"Damn right it has! Fucking Whorey Corey...why can't he just fuck off to TNA already?" Sami cried.

"Joshy punched him," Cody said, beaming with pride, "He finally told me how he got the bruise on his face on his last day...oh wow...I wish I'd seen it."

"Wait...what?" Sami said.

"Joshy punched skanky Graves," Cody beamed, "I'm so proud of him..."

"He won't be the first or the last," Adrian said, "Time's I've wanted to knock the fucker out."

"I want to get there first if there was no danger of being fired," Sami sighed, "He's got all the booking staff in his back pocket...ie he kneels down or opens his ass to every single one of them."

"Gross...blurgh..." Cody said, shuddering, "Sluts are the lowest form of life."

"Agreed," Sami said, "I'm so glad I found you. Appreciate good wrestling and share my morals."

"I'm gonna go change," Adrian said.

"OK...don't shower..." Sami ordered.

"Yes dear," Adrian snarked, throwing his title over his shoulder and walking away.

"BEN!" roared Sami.

"Yeah?" Adrian froze in his tracks.

"You forgot something," Sami said, pouting and folding his arms.

"Oh...shit...yeah, sorry..." Adrian padded back over to the naughty redhead and pecked his bearded cheek before resuming his route to the dressing rooms.

"Sami, you need to loosen your grip on his balls...we talked about this," Cody sighed.

"I'm not losing the man I love and my future husband to some dirty skank with bad tattoos," Sami growled, cracking his knuckles once more.

"Corey isn't here," Cody said, "You need to chill out. Wait did you say future husband?"

"No..." Sami shuffled awkwardly.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww!" cooed Cody, "When when? Tell me! Tell me more!"

"After we made up...I popped the question...during sex," Sami mumbled blushing.

"I nearly did once," Cody admitted, "Didn't want to scare Joshy off.."

"Sure we're not related?" Sami asked.

"Well you could marry Adrian," Cody said, "You're both young, free and single."

"I'm Muslim, he's not.." Sami sighed, "I don't think he'd convert and I don't want to lose my faith."

"But, isn't being gay a huge taboo?"

"Yeah...don't want to talk about that," Sami mumbled, "But I'd love to marry him...he'd look good in traditional Arabic wedding costume...his long hair..." he sighed dreamily.

"Omigod Omigod..." Cody was clapping and leaping up and down like an excited child, "Could plan it...have Paige, Brandi...Alexa...Summer...Charlotte...Veronica, Becky...hell ALL the Divas turn up as beautiful Arab maidens...oh how could I forget Lay! Lay's Arabic! She'd help you plan it!"

"Stop!" Sami sighed, "I've dreamed about our wedding constantly...I don't tell because he might think I'm gonna force him into it..."

"And then...film it for Total Divas!" Cody went on, "Please please...lemme plan it!"

"You're keen," chuckled Sami.

"You can marry the man of your dreams," Cody sighed, "Takes my mind off the fact the most I can do is some promise ceremony in some office in some liberal state..."

"You're already married," Sami said, "Have you seen Paige?"

"No...not since...do you reckon she's OK?"

"Dunno...Summer looked real pissed."

"Shit...it's my fault.." Cody looked annoyed at himself, "I was psyching her up about some of the tweets she does..."

"You did bait her a bit...don't give into the smark crap, I don't," Sami said, "Mind you...when Ben and I split up, I fell out briefly with the entire NXT Diva roster...by using smark insults at them. Called them all models."

"Oh Sami..." sighed Cody, "I used to bitch about all the divas for a while...when I decided to be Queen Bee again...big mistake...everyone hated me...it's how Lay and I fell out."

"What do you make of Eva Marie?" asked Sami.

"Got to know her a little...she's not that bad," Cody sighed, "Nobody deserves the shit she gets from the Punklee marks. I loved it when they had her beat AJ...omigod Tumblr almost exploded."

"What's AJ's beef with you?" asked Sami.

"Don't go there," Cody said.

---

Paige was sat in the corner of the women's locker room. Trying to hold back the tears. Summer had given her the total cold shoulder in front of half the diva roster. She was furious with herself. Of course she respected the other women...it was etiquette. She may not be BFF with every single woman here but she wasn't a bitch..or at least thought herself a bitch.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Natalya, perching next to her, her tumbling waves of golden hair tickling the English girl's shoulder.

"How do you really feel about the girls who didn't come from the indies?" asked Paige.

"What's brought this on?" asked Natalya curiously.

"People always harp on about models versus real wrestlers...I'm meant to be the anti Diva, blah blah...would you rather have all the Diva search girls fired and replace them with people like Jessicka Havok, ODB, Cheerleader Melissa, Portia Perez, etcetera?"

"Well there are some I enjoy facing more than others but I'm not that shallow," Nattie said, "I get it on my Instagram though, randomers asking me 'why are you friends with the Bella twins because they suck at wrestling?', stuff like that.."

"But what's it to them who you're mates with?" Paige said.

"Has someone been getting to you?" Nattie asked, "That what this is about?"

"Just something Cody said...OK I'm lying. We were talking and I mentioned something about Nicole and Brie overshadowing me and AJ...Summer overheard."

"Summer? Oh..." Nattie exhaled a little. Most of the girls knew Paige and Summer were in a relationship. Layla hadn't told anyone but female intuition was rife and picked up the Sapphic vibes.

"She hates me," sighed Paige, "Nothing I say to her's gonna make her change her mind."

"Well hadn't you better get her on her own? Before a certain poison dwarf starts stirring the pot?" Natalya said.

"Oh that little bitch had better keep her trap shut or so help me God..." snarled Paige, clenching her fists.

She leapt to her feet and strode out of the locker room. Where had Summer gone? She asked a couple of techies but they both shrugged. Paige's heart sank. She leaned against the wall and sighed.

"Paige? Been looking for you," came the lisp of Cody, now paint free and in his cute Superman onesie once more. He had such weird stares from people backstage but he didn't care. It smelled of Josh's cologne.

It was no good. The young English girl's barrier broke and she burst into tears.

"Awwww...sssh don't cry...please..." Cody hugged her close, one of his adorable BIG hugs that were guarenteed to make any sad person feel comforted. He ran his hand through her wavy ebony locks.

"I'm such a bitch," sniffed the young girl.

"It's my fault," Cody admitted.

"A little," sobbed Paige, "But I can't be angry at you...it came from my mouth.."

"Go find her," Cody whispered, "Before that...horrible...nasty...little...harpy does."

"If not can I take you with me, you're like a great big teddy," Paige said, "A big Superman teddy."

"Funny...that's what I always called Ted...my Teddybear," Cody mumbled, blushing at the memory, "Before I got too jacked to be a twink. Go find Summer. Now."

"OK..."

Paige reluctantly broke away from the adorable ravenette and continued her feverish search for the statuesque blonde. Were they really finito or was Summer just saying that because she was angry?

---

Cody was alone at last in his hotel room, having persuaded Eden to go out for a little while. Even caring Coddles wanted alone time every now and then. Well. Not totally alone. He fired up Skype.

Yay.

Josh A. Lomberger is online.

He tapped the green call button.

The video showed and Cody couldn't help grinning like a little kid as his beloved man's face appeared.

"Hey honey," the former announcer and NXT wrestler Josh Mathews said, his light brown hair unpomaded and shirtless. And the beginnings of a trendy goatee visible on his youthful face.

Cody waved adorably.

"Missing you," he said.

"Managed to get you alone after Raw," Josh said, "Where's Brandi gone?"

"Told her to let her hair down," Cody said, a cheeky grin on his face.

"In other words, you want a horny video chat, Coddles, I wasn't born yesterday...might be old but my memory's not gone yet," smiled Josh.

Cody just rested his thumb on his bottom teeth, looking an absolute picture of wicked yet cute mischief.

"I can take my duvet off then?" Josh said, wriggling out and revealing the tiniest set of briefs that just about contained his impressive cock.

"Fuck Joshy..." moaned Cody, unzipping his onesie.

"You wore that to Raw?" giggled Josh, "What did the road agents say?"

"I wear a catsuit to wrestle, what's the difference?" Cody pouted, wriggling his naked body out. Yes he'd not worn underwear all night. How naughty did he feel?

"Speaking of that, your heel turn, I was so turned on when you wrecked that Uso's leg with the steel chair two weeks ago...fuck...I have never wanted you to pound me so hard in my life," Josh purred, rubbing the bulge on his briefs, "Rudy was so pissed off...I actually moaned...he told me to get the fuck out of his room. I had the hottest jerk off in ages. I like you as a heel baby."

Cody pouted. He didn't want Josh to want him to top. He wanted Josh to dominate him. The small man could do it so well. Surprisingly well given his high pitched voice and small stature.

"How is Chicago anyway?" he asked, "Excited for your brother's wedding? Gutted I can't be there...actually...I need to talk to you about some stuff first Joshy.."

"Oh?"

"Have you seen any arrogant punkass pricks who threw their toys out the pram?" Cody went on.

"You mean Crybaby Punk?" Josh asked, "Saw him on the subway when out with Rudy. He gave me the filthiest look. I shot him the finger. Surprised he recognised me."

"You are looking so hot unshaven," COdy sighed, "Grow a beard Joshy."

"I'm working on it," giggled Josh, "Shaving elsewhere of course.."

"Good boy," Cody said.

"What else did you want to talk about...sounds serious honey."

"Yeah...please don't tell anyone...AJ."

Josh scowled.

That nasty little bitch had cost him his job. He was still too ashamed to tell all to Cody. He'd only told his brother the exact circumstances behind his firing.

"What about HER..."

"Joshy?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now sweetie.."

"But Joshy...she's picking on me at work...I'm six foot and a little girl is picking on me? Not really something you want to happen in our business!"

"If I see Punk again I'm gonna kick his bitch face in. Fucking...he wasn't that great in bed."

"I can't believe you went there Joshy."

"I wanted to see what the fuss was about. And it wa sbefore he started playing with Corey. And then Curtis.."

"Curtis hates AJ too...she's been making his life hell."

"Where is he...haven't seen his sexy ass in a while."

"Ryback's gone in for surgery...and Curtis is nursing him. Cuteness."

Josh smiled a little.

Cody just couldn't stop staring at him. Unspiked hair and a light beard suited the babyfaced Josh to a T. He wriggled back across the bed so Josh could see he was naked. And hard.

"Oh hello," purred Josh, showing his perfect white teeth, "What you thinking about?"

"How much I'd like to pin you to that bed, straddle those cum gutter hips...sit on yo dick and ride screaming your fucking name to the heavens," Cody moaned, fiercely jerking his cock.

"Aww honey...I'm sorry we haven't been able to meet up...you must be aching for some love."

"Aching is an understatement Joshy...c'mon...buy a ticket to Raw...just to see me..."

"They won't let me honey...I'm blacklisted."

"I hate Punk and CrayJ."

"So do I honey but it can't be helped...ohhhh fuck I'm so turned on as well..."

He ripped his tiny briefs off so he was naked too.

Both men in both states had a burning in their chests that neither was able to suppress. Such longing to be in one another's arms. Both were sexually frustrated. And lonely. Their respective promise rings glittered almost gloatingly in the lights of their bedrooms.

"I promise," moaned Josh, "NExt time I can see you...we can try out the new...toy..."

"Oh fuck yeah...double end it..." Cody moaned, fisting his cock.

"It's flexible too..." Josh moaned, "Meaning...we can hold each other..."

"Oh fuck...I want you..."

"Want you too..."

"Fuck the toy Joshy...just wear a fucking ring and we'll flip it. I'll do anything to make you happy..."

"Just be here with me honey..."

WHimpers and moans filled the room from Cody's laptop.

Cody was fighting back with sharp whimpers too. He threw his 215 pound body back on the bed, spreading his long legs. He sucked on three fingers and inserted them inside himself, wailing softly as he pressed his prostate.

He was so lost in a fantasy now.

"Joshyyy...oh Joshy...yeah...just like that...fuck me...fuck me...kiss me...oh kiss me as you go...fuck..."

Josh was jerking himself as hard as he could. Cody fucking Rhodes was still so hot for him after all this time. Made being fired so much more bearable.

Cody screamed shamelessly as he came hard all up his abs, not caring who heard him.

"Holy fuck..." Josh gasped, "You sounded like you needed that."

Cody grunted in response before slowly crawling around.

"C'mon..." he gasped, "Blow your load..."

"Ahhh...ah...ah...ahh..." Josh's cute little high pitched whines increased in volume before he shook and convulsed with a stifled scream, exploding all over his toned stomach.

"I love you," Cody whispered.

"Love you too and miss you..." Josh said, "Sure you can't come visit? Rudy doesn't mind..."

A knock sounded at Josh's door.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Keep the fucking noise down bro!" came a pissed off male voice.

"Ooops..." giggled Josh, "Sorry Rudy..."

Angry muttering sounded from outside the door.

"Tell your bro he better get used to noise if I'm coming to visit," Cody grinned.

"Noise from who?" grinned Josh naughtily.

"Both of us," Cody said, "I'm still a better bottom than you bitch."

"Wanna bet?"

"Fifty dollars and a VIP ticket to Harry Potter World At Orlando."

"It's a deal. I better hit the sack. As had you. Long day tomorrow."

"Fine..." Cody pouted, "Oh Joshy..."

"Yeah..."

"Curtis...he uh...this is so weird...he...keeps hinting at me...joining him and Ryback in bed one day if missing you is getting to me..."

Josh giggled. He wasn't jealous at all. In fact he thought that image would be hot. Alpha power top Ryback giving Cody the seeing to he was craving...and that hot booty Curtis on the end of Cody's cock...what a threeway!

"Do it! Hell, I would."

"Joshy...promise ring."

"I know sweetie. But all men have needs. I trust them. And trust you. After all, Curtis was the one who told me to buy a double ender."

"Yes. I know." Cody blushed, "I'll wear my promise ring the whole time. But now Ryback's gone in for surgery I won't need to..."

He opened up Chrome and searched for flights to Chicago.

"Good point. What you typing?"

"Booking a flight to Chicago. Damned if they'll stop me."

"Coddles...don't go risking your job."

"Fine." Cody pouted and closed the website, "How can I see my hub...boyfriend?"

Josh giggled. He pretended not to hear the Freudian slip.

"It might not work," he said after a pause, "I could ask Brandi if I could be her plus one...or Tom.."

"I never thought of that," Cody said.

"You make sure you treat Brandi though if she does agree," Josh said, "In every way. Your anniversary is coming up."

"But Joshy...saving myself for you."

"You're a married man Coddles."

"I know but...I miss your amazing body...OK I'll ask her. And ask Phillips. He's a cutie."

"Yeah he is. Ahh to be young and have his twinky body. He's got such a cute little butt."

"JOSHY. You're young and twinky too."

"Shush. Not anymore. I'm getting older. I'm upgrading to otter. Not shaving my chest either. Got a teen wolf patch your 22 year old fabulous queen self would snatch wigs for."

Pout.

"Meanie, oh Joshy if you keep this otter transformation up I will not be able to control myself..."

"I really have go. Love you."

"I love you too Joshy. Night night."

"Night honey."

And relucantly Josh's face vanished from the screen.

---

In another room, two other men were on Skype.

"So basically," Sheamus was saying, "You're safe now. Miz and Blondie, all over each other."

"Yeah I saw the photos on Raw, I bet he tried to sleep with Sandow afterwards," Wade said in disgust.

"If he wants to, so be it," Sheamus chuckled, "You've got a real bee in your bonnet about him."

"Well why is that fat slag getting shagged a million times a day and I'm stuck out here with nothing but my Xtube favourites list until you come on at night?"

Sheamus laughed.

"Surely you can exercise your arms now?" he said.

"Yeah but you're on the sodding road six days a week!"

"I could always take a night off."

"Oh fucking please," Wade complained.

"Beats watching yet more Father Ted," Sheamus smirked.

"That all you bloody watch?!"

"Takes me mind off the shows. Mind you one night I was in such a crap mood I watched the Magdalene Sisters."

"You can watch stuff that isn't Irish," Wade smirked, "Or do they make you watch it because Lol, gimmick?"

"You're heading for a fucking smacked arse you gobby chav," Sheamus teased.

Wade smirked bigger.

And then stood up and peeled off his boxers.

He climbed back onto the bed, on all fours, arching his lean yet oh-so-masculine body expertly, his smooth arse to the camera.

"You're such a slag," Sheamus said, though he couldn't deny this was an instant boner. He suddenly found his sweatpants incredibly constraining.

"You try getting fucked by one of the hottest fucking blokes in the world constantly and then hurt your shoulder?" snarled Wade.

"Dunno, I don't take it up the arse," Sheamus said.

"Whatever, you and Cesaro. You been giving him handjobs on the sly?!" snarled Wade.

Sheamus howled with laughter.

"Stuart, are you jealous?"

"A little...both of you...AND him."

"Can't deny it, I wouldn't kick him out of bed. EVen if he is a mate."

"Is he really shagging Swagger now?"

"Oh yes. He's walking on fucking air."

Wade wriggled around, a crafty smirk on his face.

C. Castignioli has been added to the conversation.

"What are you?!..." Sheamus spluttered.

Cesaro's face appeared on the screen.

"Oh evening," he smirked.

"Alright," Wade nodded.

"Sup," Sheamus said.

The face of Jack Swagger appeared in shot. They were both clearly in bed.

"Oh sorry were you shagging? Must apologise," Wade snorted.

"Just finished up actually," smirked Cesaro.

"How's life as a bitch?" Wade said.

"Takes one to know one...mate," Cesaro hit back.

"So why the invite?" put in Jack, pecking the side of Cesaro's head, "Want a foursome?"

Sheamus didn't know whether to facepalm or laugh. But hey. Four manly men, beers, footie...wandering hands leading to more...

"Knew you couldn't resist my manscaped arse," Wade smirked, "Come just at the right time...fancy a go on this?"

He casually and oh so cockily stretched, wriggling around to expose his naked behind.

"Oh fuck..." Cesaro sighed.

"Don't think I have the energy to get another boner," Jack breathed, "O'Shaugnessy, you're neglecting your duties man."

"Bit difficult when he's not here, arsehole!" spluttered Sheamus.

"I saw you, touching up Cesaro," Jack grinned, "If you want to play with us...only have to ask. Just pay us in beer."

"There ya go Ste, better than just having a wank," Wade smirked.

"What about you? Stuck in Florida?" Sheamus retorted, "Missing me?"

"I can watch you and Swaggs make Cesaro scream like the big poofy bitch he is," Wade smirked.

"I'll fucking break your good shoulder," Cesaro growled.

"And, you're lucky I'm talking to you Swagger," added Sheamus, "You're the reason I'm alone every night and Stuey's stuck out there on his own."

Jack shifted guiltily as Cesaro smirked.

"Exactly," Wade said, "To make it up to us, you owe us an orgy."

"Fine," Jack said, "Don't mention it at work. Don't want certain fat irritants getting wind."

"No we don't! He'll fucking kill the mood," Sheamus growled, shooting a possessive glower in the direction of Wade's video. Both Cesaro and Jack noticed the direction Sheamus' eyes pointed.

"Too bloody right," Wade said, "Real men only. So Cesaro can lose the manbag."

"HEY! Still far stronger than you. Oh by the way Wade did you know John Cena gave in to Orton's charms?"

"Oh?" Wade's grin grew even bigger if that was possible.

"Yeah, so girly drinks for him next night out," Sheamus teased.

Jack yawned.

Cesaro wriggled.

"You spooning him, awwwwwwwww isn';t that sweet?" Sheamus had the biggest shit-eating smile going on now.

Both Cesaro and Jack gave the screen the finger before Cesaro signed off.

"Those two should have got it on months ago," Wade remarked, "Oh fuck Ste imagine the sex..."

"Did you not ever join in back when you were...?"

"No way. Fattie had one of us at a time on rotation. Dirty slapper."

Cesaro was enjoying being spooned against Jack far more than he ever thought on the day they reignited the spark between them at SummerSlam. Jack was just...good fun and exciting. And they had LOTS of hot, sweaty man sex.

Jack pecked the thick, sinewy neck. Cesaro was the dream dude to mess around with. He was getting really attached to the Swiss. And not just because he was incredible to fuck.

"People might talk," chuckled the Swiss contentedly.

"Let 'em man," Jack purred.

Every time they fucked, Jack always stayed the night. Or let Cesaro stay the night. It was almost a relationship.

"So what do you think? Sheamus and Wade?" Cesaro asked.

"Up for it, after all man, this is casual, right...just beer buds gettin' close," Jack said, "And you were ALL OVER Sheamus..."

Cesaro smiled to himself. It was a little bit of Shade (haaa) thrown at Sami Zayn. And because he found the big brutish Irishman pretty damn hot. Why did he waste time with Sami and Miz when there were big men to be had? Real men? Men who ACTED like men?

"Were you jealous mon cher?" grunted Cesaro, eyes getting heavy.

"Yeah I was...cos I've kinda had a thing for that thick white bod myself," Jack said, "And I'd love to watch him fuck you. If he can get Barrett to scream..."

"You're so fucking horny."

"Not that you complained."

---

Adrian Neville had the distinct impression Sami was still mad at him. Even though Tyler had backed him up earlier and Sami had admitted he'd got the wrong end of the stick.

"Fucking...asshole...touching up Sheamus...like I was nothing to him," muttered Sami.

Ah.

Adrian fought to kill the green-eyed monster that roared into life in his chest.

He guessed Sami and Cesaro still had unfinished business. A bit of a shame as they had the best match in years at NXT Arrival...but Adrian thought the Swiss a colossal dickhead for swooping in on their brief breakup and degrading Sami on webcam.

"But why do you care? Thought you hated him?" Adrian began.

"So? He was still my best opponent in years," Sami scowled, "I still respect Claudio, Ben."

"But you blocked him..."

"Because he made me feel dirty."

"Then he's a prick not worthy of your respect."

Sami's eyes shone.

His heart melted.

"Oh Ben..."

"Just stating the obvious," Adrian shrugged.

Sami climbed into his arms, nuzzling, arching his back mischeivously. Always just that little bit naughty even when acting innocent was Sami.

"Shame the phone hackers didn't get you Ben," purred the redhead, "All those cheeky pictures I send you."

"Yes...difficult when the lads are reading over me shoulder," mumbled the Geordie, "Imagine if the world saw your arse.."

"So? You'll just have to spank me."

"Sami...knackered..."

"I can do the work Ben. No excuses."

He shifted his weight so Adrian was forced onto his back.

Sami then arched his back even more as he crawled backwards, biting on Adrian's lounge pants waistband and yanking them down those muscular thighs. Mmmmm. Such a hot body.

He paused to lick up Adrian's hardon.

The Brit moaned softly.

Sami peeled the material from the Englishman's ankles and tossed it aside. He himself was still in some red briefs that barely contained his smooth ass. He climbed back onto Adrian, back to him, ass in the Brit's face.

"Take them off!" he whimpered.

"Jesus Rami...you're always horny these days.."

"Can't help it when you're so hot...and I said I wanted a ride before bed."

Adrian was SO whipped.

He obediently began to peel Sami's briefs down those creamy smooth thighs and the taller redhead wriggled out of them before leaning forward, urging Adrian to eat him out.

But first. He took a naughty selfie. Ass up. Looking unbelievably slutty.

iLikeSamiZayn I appear to have been hacked *monkey with hands over mouth emoji*

That'll unsettle a few.

WWEGraves iLikeSamiZayn And I'm the slut? #Hypocrite #FilthParade.

Yuck.

iLikeSamiZayn WWEGraves Haven't you got a street corner to go stand on?

"Off the bloody phone!" Adrian hissed, scarlet in the face. He hoped not much of his face was visible in Sami's X-rated selfie.

"Give me a distraction then Ben."

Adrian leaned up and spanked Sami's ass. Hard.

Sami moaned loudly.

"Oh BEN...you masterful hunk...again!"

Spank.

More moans.

Spank.

Yet more moans.

"Oh...take me! Now!"

Sami darted around and wrestled Adrian back down, eyes blazing with lust.

Adrian was a little alarmed. Sami was the dominant one in their relationship despite being the bottom, a lover of affection and being held.

"Rami...easy yeah?"

"Fuck me or I'll put you in a Koji Clutch."

"You wouldn't..."

"Who's got who pinned down Satterly?"

Wow.

Adrian just nodded.

Sami beamed most mischievously.

He picked up the lubricant and oh so torturously slowly began to slick Adrian up. Adrian moaned contendly at his soft touch.

"Don't you even THINK about cumming," Sami ordered.

"No Rami."

Sami then began to prep himself, moaning and whimpering in soft Arabic.

He was so cute but at the same time so unbelievably slutty in the bedroom.

But only a slut for the man he doted on. He loved Adrian as much as Cody loved Josh.

He straddled Adrian, looking at the Brit with adoration...softly whining and mewling as he was penetrated.

Adrian gasped. This was so sexy. Sami was such a seductress.

"أنا لا أستطيع العيش بدونك," Sami whimpered, panting, and grabbing at the Brit's hands to hold them. Adrian took them, locking their fingers tight. He was content to just let Sami take control (as always). Sometimes he wished he knew what Sami was saying in bed. (Sami had told Adrian he couldn't live without him.)

The soft ass cheeks were pushed against the Brit's pelvis as Sami began to ride slowly, whimpering and mewing more than ever, working that slender, pale figure...his prostate tingling and stimulated constantly.

"يا حبيب، يا حبيب، يا حبيب،..." (Oh lover, oh lover, oh lover..)

"Hey..." moaned Adrian, "You OK?"

He couldn't tell if Sami was in pain or pleasure.

Sami nodded, eyes dewy.

Oh bless him.

Adrian felt a little inadequate.

Then he had an idea.

He leaned up so Sami was on his lap, wrapping his arms around the cute redhead.

Sami just made the cutest little noise and slowly pecked at Adrian's lips, eyes closed, hips writhing. He wasn't going to last. Not when he felt as loved as this. The Brit was getting it. He was getting it at last! He was being the perfect man. All he had to do was just screw his inhibitions and do what he thought was right! Sami liked being treated like a girl. It wasn't difficult. If only Adrian was like this 24/7...Sami wouldn't have to discipline him.

Sami was so close. His skin was on fire. He couldn't stop it just building up inside him. Plus he'd worked off much of his energy drinks in their epic tag match. He was just letting himself go completely. He wasn't overworking his beloved man.

He stared intensely into Adrian's eyes.

"عقد لي", he whimpered.

Adrian had heard that before. Did it mean Sami wanted him to hold him? But he was. He pulled Sami closer just as Sami began to writhe and convulse, his orgasm thundering through his lithe body.

"نعم ، بن، نعم!" Sami cried as he finally climaxed between their slightly sweat-sheened,athletic bodies. He'd even cried out his man's name in his mother tongue.

Adrian had no idea what Sami just yelled out but it sounded so exotic...and plus he just came pretty fucking hard...all over Adrian's chest and abs.

Sami threw Adrian down and began to ride like a complete rent boy, panting and grunting, determined to get Adrian off. He was a dutiful bottom. Always made his man come after he did. Would not stop until he did.

"تأتي داخل لي، من فضلك," he moaned, "من فضلك! من فضلك!" (Come inside me please. Not something often said in his native culture. Especially by a respectable man.)

Adrian grunted and growled before driving deep inside the hot slender form atop him and blasted over the edge.

Sami collapsed on top of Adrian.

Their lips met once more.

"Oh Ben," panted Sami, breaking into English at last, "You...you were...that was..."

"It sounds like you're casting spells or something," Adrian said, "You were speaking non stop Arabic.."

"You're so incredible to me...you bring it out," Sami gasped, "You're so perfect."

Adrian was blushing. In his opinion after sex Sami over complimented him. But hey. Why complain? He did love Sami. Even if it was still all new to him after all this time.

---

At breakfast the next morning; were some very contented boys.

Cody was perched in his seat, glasses on (as usual), texting Josh avidly. Mindless drivel mainly but who cared?

"Morning," chirped a naughty Montreal accent.

"Hey you," grinned Cody, "Someone looks like he had a good night."

"Perfect," Sami said, "Oh man...I spoke Arabic the whole time. He's just that good. I forgive him for everything...forgetting to kiss me last night, firing another shot at Tyler and CJ, not holding my hand in production meeting, not holding my hand in the ring..."

"Not sweeping the floor?" giggled Cody, "Sami you're dangerously high maintenance."

"So? Gotta work to keep your man Runnels," Sami giggled, adjusting his signature flat cap.

"Who says I don't?" pouted Cody.

"Walked past your room," Sami smirked naughtily, "How many fingers because you sounded like me on Ben's dick last night. Good video chat?"

"SAMI! You listened?" Cody went scarlet.

"If that's you with fingers I dread to think what you're like with the real thing," the naughty high flyer went on, "Screamer."

"Ball breaker!"

RAZZZP!

Sami just blew one right back.

Cody just giggled some more. They were just...well...like each other. Now Curtis had time off Cody hoped Sami would stay. He was dangerously close to becoming Another Bestie.

"Do you keep your rings on?" Sami teased.

"Shut up."

"Only asking."

"Do you belly dance for Adrian?"

"I have actually. Donned my seven veils."

Well damn.

Cody bet Sami was amazing at belly dancing. Lucky Adrian.

"Is it hard?" he asked.

"Cheeky."

"Belly dancing you slut."

"Ohh...well...you need good hips."

"No danger of that bitch. Best power bottom in this company."

"In whose opinion?"

"Joshua Lomberger, Ted DiBiase Junior, countless tricks who were lucky to have me."

"Fine, you win," Sami said, "Just pick some good music. Sit him down and move your body. Wear something low and loose but fits your hips nice."

"My new Andrew Christian jock."

"Something more modest Cody. Suggestive not slutty. And I think I can give you a run for your money in the power bottom stakes."

"Please don't tell me everything. And thank God you took that tweet down."

"Post sex common sense prevailed. We got time to hang out before we head on to Main Event and Smackdown?"

"You happy to leave Adrian off the leash for that long?"

"Tyler will keep him company. He's such a bro for a pretty blonde bottom bitch."

"He's a nice guy but something reminds me way too much of Ziggler," Cody admitted.

"He gets that all the time," Sami said, "Heard from Paige?"

"No," Cody sighed, "I'm worried about her. She wasn't in a good way at Raw. Really cut up."

"SHe wouldn't answer my calls," Sami said.

At that point, the boys looked up to see the young girl in question, dressed in her usual day clothes of skinny jeans, flip flops and some slightly gothic top; her raven hair tied up in a messy bun. She was wearing her usual makeup but there was definitely something different about her today.

In fact she looked like a lost little girl.

Cody stood and waved.

She spotted them and gave them both a small smile as she walked over.

"Morning," she murmured.

No jibes about their sex lives...no teasing. No cutesy nicknames. She was definitely down.

"Hey," Cody said, doing his adorable wave.

"What's the matter?" asked Sami.

"Looks like I'm single," Paige sighed.

"Did she not want to talk?" asked Cody.

"Didn't wanna know," Paige said sadly, "I'm such a stupid cow..."

"Hey, we all say stuff by mistake," Cody said, rubbing her back, "Leave her to stay pissed for a couple of days...she'll come round."

"What makes you so sure?" sniffed the dark haired girl, "You've seen what she's like on Total Divas.."

"That feud with Nattie is so basic and so obviously scripted," Cody said.

"Not necessarily," Paige said.

"Oh..."

"You're not there in the girls locker room," Paige went on.

"Come on, we went through NXT together, she's not like that, she always said good stuff about Nattie and the Harts in general," Sami put in.

"Fine," sighed Paige.

"But obviously, it's your life," Cody finished, "I don't want to interfere. Oooh new follower."

"You get loads every day, usually going 'I love you please follow me'," snarked Paige.

"It's to my non work account," Cody said, "Oooh...Omigod...OtterJosh80 is now following you...oh HELLO..."

He had the naughtiest little smile on his face.

"OtterJosh80? What? What's the smirk for?" Sami started in on him immediately.

"Private," pouted Cody, holding his phone to his chest.

"Gimme." Paige snatched the phone from him and opened the account in question, "Oh my...what happened to munchkin? When did he get so bloody hot?!"

"He always IS hot you bitch!" Cody pouted, going scarlet in the face.

"What do you mean? Is that Josh?!" Sami snatched the phone from her.

"My phone!" Cody cried.

Sami browsed the photos and grinned.

"Oh Daddy...I always thought he was a twink but now...he could do me any time," he teased.

"MINE!" Cody snatched his phone back from the irritating pair, "Paige...never mind MY love life, go and sort YOURS out."

She was browsing her phone and followed OtterJosh80.

Cody now browsed the profile.

33 . Taken. Former pro wrestler. I take many selfies ; ) #TeamGay #TeamVers

The avatar was a shirtless Josh, slightly sweaty and in just briefs, posing in the mirror. Ass stuck out. His growing beard really obvious.

Cody's cock was rock hard. This was uncomfortable. He needed some alone time. He dug Josh's new look so much. Last night's Skype chat had left him really worked up.

"Gotta go...pee.." he mumbled.

"Whatever," teased Paige, her smirk of old now back on her pretty face, "It's OK, don't mind us."

"Yeah, go get some relief," Sami teased.

Cody flipped them both off and dashed to the restrooms. Tacky but he wanted some time to browse this. And check who else Josh was following. His possessive streak was kicking in.

He barricaded himself into a stall and unlocked his phone once more. To his surprise and relief, the following was pretty sparse. Both Josh';s brothers...check. Cody's sisters. Check. Dustin. Check. Dusty. Check. Layla. Check. Tom Phillips. Check. John Cena. Randy Orton. Jesse White. Joel Redman (AKA Oliver Grey, the former NXT competitor now going on TNA). Not the official WWE account though. But with a smirk to himself Cody noted Josh wasd following the WWE Creative Humor spoof account.

He browsed the photos. Mmmm. Lots of shirtless shots. Jockstrap shot. Cody was drooling.

Wait Josh had hairy legs now.

Oh come to him.

He had to call him.

Immediately.

"Hey there," Josh drawled.

"Joshy...I'm dying here...those photos are so hot," Cody purred, undoing his jeans and freeing his hard cock, jerking it, "I don't care how you do it, get to the next show STAT and fuck me."

Josh laughed.

"They won't even accept my card, it's been blocked by WWE," he said, "I can meet you after the show."

"Please...oh God..." whimpered COdy.

"Damn girl you're thirsty," Josh laughed, "OK...I'll see what I can do."

"No see what you can do, just tell Rudy to enjoy an empty house for two days!" Cody whined, jerking feverishly.

"Where you playing say...Wednesday?" asked Josh.

Cody told him the town.

"Excellent. Don't tell anyone though." Josh said.

"Or what Joshy?"

"Or I'll spank you."

Cody moaned. He was so close.

"And if it just...slips out?"

"Then I'm going in dry."

Cody whined and mewed as he shot his release all over the stall door.

Josh laughed huskily down the phone.

A knock sounded on the stall door.

"Er...occupied?!" spat Cody.

"We could hear you across the dining room," came Sami's voice, "Get off the phone. I want to talk to Josh."

"He has nothing to say to YOU!" Cody said.

"Wait is that Sami?"

"Nobody Joshy. Love you muchly. See you soon. Bye., Mwah and big double fat mwahs."

He hung up.

Redressed his bottom half.

And unlocked the door.

Bright red and looking like a child caught reading a porn mag. Sami was laughing in his face.

"Bitch," sulked Cody, shuffling to the sink, namely to avoid looking Sami in the eye.

"Enjoy that?" teased the redhead.

"Leave me alone."

"Touchy much?"

"So anyway Sami, how's it going with Steen, Kenta and Devitt?" Cody had to change the subject stat. This was humiliating. But he did ask for it.

"Oh it's cool, Steen and I are old buddies," Sami replied.

"Yeah I know," Cody said, "You conveniently dropping your pants around him...something you want to tell me El Generico?"

"I had a crush on him, yes," Sami confessed, "But he's straight. I messed with Fergal once. He doesn't mind a bit of dude on dude stuff every now and then. Ben successfully managed to warn him off Whorey Corey.."

"Good!" Cody snarled, "That piece of trash should have been fired and sent to Total Nonstop Awful where he belongs. I bet he was itching to sink his infected claws into the new signings. Yuck."

"Thank you!" Sami said, "I say it every single day but they won't listen! He tried flirting with Kenta, surprise surprise, who was too nice to tell him to back off. Yuck."

He shuddered.

"He would try it on with anyone wouldn't he? Just like Big Fat Miz. Bleeaargghh."

"I just ate!" complained Sami.

---

A week and a half later and the superstars and Divas were all arriving in the good ol' Southern city of Nashville, Tennessee, home of BBQ and country music, for the Night Of Champions pay per view. All concerned were excited for their matches.

In catering, a gang of large, masculine men were sat munching on burgers and other platters of meat. John Cena, Sheamus and Cesaro.

John had been observing the interactions between his other two 'bro' buds with interest. He knew that Cesaro and Swagger were bumping uglies now but he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the Swiss' feud with the flame haired Irishman than meets the eye. Their in ring confrontations were growing in intensity by the week. And tonight they were meeting for the US Title. Sheamus was going to retain and had tried to work a more technical bout than his usual brawl fest. He could take the booing from indie-loving smarks in his stride but it was nice to change it up. Plus he had Wade to impress. He'd enjoyed this feud.

"If I have to tag with that fat mess one more time," Cesaro was growling, "I'm going to put in a formal complaint. This Edge and Lita mentality is pissing me off. Just cos we're exes doesn't mean we have to work together."

"It's Creative's idea of fun," John put in, "They probably have moles in the locker room. Tell them who's into who and then book around that."

"Easy to work out who the moles are," Sheamus said, "Who are the biggest pains in the arse?"

"I would say Rhodes," Cesaro said.

"Leave the kid alone, he's not the Mean Girl he used to be," John said.

"You're just saying that because Randy might scalp you," teased Sheamus.

"Scalp me? What with?!" John smirked, "I have no hair left."

"John...mate," Sheamus leaned in, "I noticed something."

"Oh and what's that?" John huffed, folding his enormous arms.

"Our part time champion wants to shag you," Sheamus said simply.

"Lesnar? Has all the fapping to Barrett sapped your limited brain cells?!" scoffed John, "That narrowminded prick is married. Anyway, you're a fine one to talk."

"Oh really? Do tell." Sheamus folded HIS arms now.

"You two." John gave them both an accusing look.

Cesaro laughed derisively.

Sheamus ditto.

Almost too quickly. Something not lost on John. Oh yeah. Those two wanted to fuck each other. Blatantly.

"What about us?" Cesaro hit back.

"You both know what I'm talking about," John went on, "Is Barrett the jealous type?"

"A little," Sheamus shifted guiltily.

"He'll get over it," Cesaro said, cheeks rather pink, "Jack's jsut a bud with benefits. He can't get jealous that much...he;s the one cheating. I'm single and free."

Sheamus glowed inwardly. DId Cesaro just admit that he'd been rather hot and bothered by their feud as well? After all, they'd all virtually agreed to messing about with one another on Skype the other week. Jack's wife was here tonight. Wade was at home. The Irishman was startled by a squeeze to his padded knee. A powerful squeeze that could only come from the strongest man lb-for-lb in this company.

He almost dropped his plate of food.

"Do you MIND?!" he choked.

John just had the biggest set of dimples going on.

Cesaro whistled innocently.

Sheamus shook his head and went back to his food.

Another squeeze.

"Will you...!" he spluttered.

"What?" Cesaro had the most flirty smirk going on.

"Big Oklahoman lugs not enough?" scoffed Sheamus, "Slag."

"Why don't you find out after the show?" purred Cesaro.

"Oh get a god damn room!" John cried, "And you told me Randal was barred from this table! Wish I had him on my lap right now. Shut you two up!"

"Jealous, Cena?" Cesaro teased. It was hard to believe that he and Sheamus had been at loggerheads just a month ago regarding Mike's slutty behavior. And Jack had all but urged the Swiss to fuck Sheamus. Damn the Swiss was hard as fuck. This was not good.

Sheamus was busying himself with his dinner once more. If Cesaro squeezed his knee once more...then it was being tipped over his bald head.

A shadow fell across the table and John let out a loud OOOF as 240 pounds of copper hued muscle straddled his lap, obscuring the two Europeans from view.

"Hi Johnny," rumbled Randy.

"Hey," John said, "Do you mind Randal, we were talking."

"Don';t care," the Viper hissed, pressing his lips to John's.

"You get a bloody room!" snapped Sheamus.

"Let's go," Cesaro said, a wicked grin on his face, slipping his phone discreetly back into his red ring jacket. Oh yes. He engineered this. He DM'd Randy to come and distract John. Not that the Viper needed any excuse to play with his man at work.

"I'm going nowhere alone with you!" the Irishman spat.

"Why?"

"You know why!"

Sheamus got to his feet, ready to chuck his empty plate in the bin.

SPank!

"HEY!" he bellowed.

Cesaro just smirked at him, folding his arms.

"Bit twitchy O'Shaugnessy," he purred.

"You...I'm regretting ever having that video chat."

"Your boyfriend invited me in."

"I'll kill him."

"When he hasn't had sex in months? You're heartless."

"Shut the fuck up."

Sheamus' eyes were sparkling. He wasn't really mad. But this was a little embarrassing at work. He tossed his paper plate into the bin and grabbed a bottle of water, downing half of it.

"All worked up?" Cesaro said, not leaving the Irishman and his opponent alone.

"Piss off!" choked a blushing Sheamus as the big callused hand of the Swiss gently laid on his thigh.

"Shall we go through our spots once more?" Cesaro asked.

"Oh no, I told you, I am not spending a minute alone with you."

"Scared?"

"What of?"

"You might want to kiss me."

"Jack not been shagging you enough? That why you're chasing me?"

"With Barrett's permission."

"What?!"

"Oh yes...his idea remember. He was the one who added me. He's the one telling me where your erogenous zones are."

The tall Swiss's hot breath was now tickling the back of the Irishman's neck.

"Fine," Sheamus said, "We'll cover the spots."

"Ausgezeichnet," Cesaro said, following Sheamus out.

Sheamus was searching for an empty room. This was so bad. How old were they? Both in their thirties. And John (and Randy) always harped on about how 30 something men got the most nookie. But they were creeping around work like randy teenagers. Imagine a house party thrown by one of the Superstars! It'll be like a Year Ten affair all over again. Booze and rampant libidos gone wild.

Sheamus' own phone buzzed.

From: Stuey

good luck tonight love ;) :P

Sheamus scoffed and texted back.

To: Stuey

good luck with WHAT? The match or horny Swiss blokes? x

From: Stuey

both :P Shag him senseless. And film it for me hahaha

To: Stuey

What happened to being jealous huh?

From: Stuey

Well once my shoulder's healed you can have me back. You have needs too ;)

To: Stuey

When you're healed I will pound you so hard you will have to take another 6 months off because you'll be unable to walk. So there.

From: Stuey

Promises, promises ;) Now go wreck a Swiss slag. Love you ;) xx

To: Stuey

Love you too. Try not to wank until our match ;) xx

Sheamus couldn't believe his other half had set this whole thing up. Weirdest sense of logic and not exactly helping the all-gay-men-are-sluts stereotype. But oh well. If nobody was going to get hurt. Men had needs after all.

"No getting out now," purred Cesaro, in a sultry rasp, accent heavy.

"Guess not," Sheamus said.

Cesaro grabbed the thick white shoulders and spun him around so their eyes locked. He made his move at last and locked his lips to Sheamus', moaning mannishly against them. Sheamus eagerly kissed back. Wow he'd missed man-on-man contact a lot. And his conscience was clear. Permitted cheating. Wade must love him loads.

"Merde...merde...tu es un baiser excellent..." gasped Cesaro, spilling into French, chest heaving in and out.

"What did you say?"

"I said you're a fucking excellent kisser," Cesaro moaned, "Oh damn I knew this feud was worth it. Come here."

He pulled the big Irishman for a second passionate set of rough manly kisses, grinding his trunk clad crotch against Sheamus, groaning and grunting. He sank to his knees.

"Shouldn't we...wait until after the match?" Sheamus panted, not denying he was itching to be touched.

"I can't wait any longer, I wanna get my hands all over you," growled Cesaro.

"Always kinda fancied you too..." admitted Sheamus.

"I'd love to be sandwiched between you and Barrett," snarled the Swiss.

"What about Swaggs?"

"Told you, just buddies who fuck and cuddle after."

"You used him?"

"Sort of. We used one another. Don't want a relationship with you Stephen. Just want to play around with you. And your other half. ANyway. It was Jake's idea."

"They say Europeans are horny," Sheamus teased, pulling Cesaro back to his feet.

"I've watched you shower," the Swiss smirked.

"Pervert."

Sheamus grabbed the amazingly solid arse. Cesaro moaned. He'd totally embraced being a bottom lately to Jack. He really enjoyed getting fucked now. And damn he'd fantasised about Sheamus fucking him. Jack had found this so hot...he'd even fucked Cesaro one night by speaking in a surprisingly good Dublin accent. Cesaro had been a hot mess. As in, Randy when John went into THuganomics-level hot mess. Jack had only done it to spice things up a little. Damn that had been a horny night.

"What do you want to do to me," purred the Swiss.

"After we wreck one another in that bloody ring," Sheamus snarled, "I'm going to get you in a corner, pin ye to that wall...snog your fucking face off...stick my finger down yer trunks..."

"That all?" moaned Cesaro.

"Gonna torture ya," Sheamus hissed, "Make you beg me for it."

"Ja?!"

"Maybe I'll slowly finger your hairy arse...until you can't take it anymore..."

"Ja bitte...ja bitte..."

"Make you speak five languages...begging me to shag you in every one..."

Cesaro was so hard right now. This was not good. Not before their match. He wouldn't be able to control himself.

But that was exactly Sheamus' intention. Keep their hormones at high voltage throughout. He was frustrated at being away from Wade...and was going to take it all out on Cesaro. The Swiss was such a strong bloke he could take it.

"Please...bitte...s'il vous plait...touch me..."

"Wait..."

"I can't..." Cesaro's eyes were blazing. He was so fucking horny.

Sheamus stared back into them. He pecked his good friend (and soon to be fuck buddy) softly on the lips.

"Later...part of the fun, isn't it?"

"Ja..." moaned Cesaro, grinding against him, close to almost spilling in his trunks.

---

A mousy haired man was walking into Catering. Back working here a day earlier than planned but it had been a really nice break.

Dean Ambrose had enjoyed working on the new movie Lockdown. And true to his words to his only friend left on the roster before he'd left, he'd been a good boy and not hooked up with any guys. Put all his tension and hurt into the movie. The director had had nothing but good to say about him. He was however, nervous to resume his feud with his ex. Especially after their bitter breakup.

He'd spoken to a convalescing Roman about it and was relieved that the tall Samoan didn't have any bad feeling towards him. All was fairly good in the hood. And they'd even done his favourite buffalo wings. The Lunatic Fringe loaded his plate and padded to a quiet corner. He hadn't been sat here more than ten minutes before a shadow fell across him.

Dean froze, expecting it to be Seth.

"Hey...Dean? Didn't know you were back."

Cody.

Dean shifted a little. Before he left, he'd made a move on Cody and had even nursed the tiniest crush.

"Hey," he said.

Cody sat down in front of him, already suited up; the catsuit undone around his waist and sporting a nice fitted black vest, identical to the one Dean himself was wearing. And of course his cute Off Duty Glasses on.

"How have you been?"

"Pretty good. Kept my promise. Not a single guy."

"Really?" Cody raised a still perfectly manicured eyebrow.

"Really. It's been nice. Feel so much better. Just a bit...y'know...about tonight."

"Have you not tried talking to Seth?"

Dean shook his head.

"Oh Dean..."

"Wanted a clean break."

"Totally understand. He's just been quiet. Keeping to himself really. Totally ignores me obviously."

"He'll probably ignore me unless the cameras are on us. Bit hard when I've got to beat the living shit out of him."

Seth had been approaching the table. The last few weeks had been lonely. He'd really missed Dean. But he couldn't go back on his harsh but necessary words. Damnit. Why did freaking Rhodes have to be there? Did that guy ever do anything BUT involve himself in others' love lives?

"Still think you should talk to him," Cody said, "Maybe the time away has made him miss you more. Absence making the heart grow fonder.."

"You're too sappy," Dean snorted.

"Someone's got to stay romantic around here," Cody said, "ANyway..I better go. Great to see you. Offer's still there. Need someone, call me."

Dean's lip curled.

"Not like that," snapped Cody.

"What?" Dean said, a cheeky smile on his face, "Nice bulge by the way."

"DEAN! Don't make me slap you."

"OK, OK, was just having a laugh...jeez."

Cody shook his head and got to his feet. As he padded away to find Paige, he caught sight of the blatantly eavesdropping Seth.

"What?" Seth snarled.

Cody folded his arms.

"Eavesdropping's rude, Rollins," he pouted.

"Boo hoo," snarked Seth, "Go tell on me."

"Here's an idea, why don't you talk to him?" Cody hit back.

"Not that it's any of your business but I told you last month. Over. Finito."

"Bad enough that you're lying to Dean Seth, but you're not even being honest with yourself."

Cody shook his head despairingly and left.

Seth shut his eyes and sighed. He clutched his briefcase harder. Could he? Even to just say hi, no hard feelings?

Don't be a coward Rollins, he told himself.

The duotone haired man took a deep breath and ran his hand through his long wavy locks. What was the worst that could happen?

He slowly made his way to Dean's table. The man in question was idly browsing his phone.

"Hi."

Dean looked up. And almost dropped his phone. His heart raced.

"What do you want?!" he snarled, defensively.

"Hitting up a backstage guy?" Seth was unable to stop himself.

Dean glowered at him.

"Fuck you Lopez."

"I'm sorry..." Seth was furious at himself, "Didn't mean that...er...how was the movie?"

"Great thanks for asking...not," snapped Dean, "Sorry if I'm being a bit thick here Mr Money In The Bank but I thought you wanted nothing more to do with my slutty ass?"

"C'mon..."

"Your words Colby."

"Not exactly.."

"If you must know I've not been with anyone. See I CAN go without dick for a month."

"Look can we not..."

"No. You made me feel like absolute crap before I left, and that was AFTER giving me one hell of a headache on those damn blocks!"

"Please Jon...can we just...start over."

"No. You said all you needed to say in August. I don't need you Colby. I'll see you in the fucking ring. And no. I'm not going to hold back on you. I think I'm allowed to beat the absolute crap out of you, don't you?"

"Sure.." Seth said.

"Now if you'll excuse me," Dean said, getting to his feet. He didn't want to tell Seth to stick it but he had felt so much more at ease and relaxed whilst he was away that he didn't want to slip back into old bad habits. He'd been secretly thrilled when Seth had approached him. Despite everything, he still loved Seth. But the wounds hadn't fully healed.

---

Cody was absolutel ECSTATIC! He couldn't believe he and Dustin had actually WON! Even though he knew before the match...it felt such a rush!

It hadn't been the best 10 days...Josh had bailed on meeting him that Wednesday...Eden and Tom had both been threatened with suspension for having Josh as their plus ones for the live events. So Josh had said no because he wasn't going to let either of them lose their jobs because of him. And oh how AJ had gloated. Having Paige around despite her own heartbreak, as well as Dustin had kept Cody sane. He missed Curtis but his bestie would soon be back. And now he had Sami too. Takeover had been an epic pay per view. Cody had especially enjoyed the on screen tension building between Sami and Adrian. He bet Sami either relished the chance to touch Adrian up in future matches...or was totally mad at the Geordie and was probably twisting the hapless Brit's balls something awful!

Cody nuzzled into his big brother's arms as they headed backstage.

"That's cheered you up hasn't it baby boy?" chuckled the veteran.

"Damn right," Cody gasped, eyes filled with tears, "I just wish...Joshy was here...to celebrate with me..."

"It sucks that they've barred him from coming to events," Goldust said, "You've had such rotten luck this year bro.."

"I just want to be happy...that too much to ask..." sniffled Cody.

"Course not...hell you spend so much time making others happy," Goldust replied, "I'm proud of you...was starting to worry when you were strutting around like you owned the joint..."

"All in the past Dustin.." Cody was fixing his eyes upon his title, "Just want to see my guy..."

"I know...I know.."

"And now we're champs it means we have to work more days..." sniffled the ravenette, "Can't even go to Chicago..."

"You will soon..."

"They won't play shows there cos of that...that..." Cody clenched his fist in rage...unable to speak the man's name, "I swear to God Dustin...if they make his ratchet ho wife champ again I'm cutting a bitch. I mean it."

"Calm down baby boy..." Goldust was a little tense. He knew that AJ had been giving Cody grief recently.

"Hi Cody!" chirped a false female voice. Instantly Cody went rigid, his breath rough.

Speak of the devil. Or the bitch.

"Hi AJ," Goldust spoke up.

AJ just waved mockingly at him before leaning over to Cody in that little girl way she did on screen.

"Did the trashheap porcupine get turned away? Awwwwww sad," AJ sneered, "I hope your gold digging wife knows she barely escaped a firing."

Dustin scowled at her.

"You leave Brandi out of this," spat Cody, shaking.

"She can't even back it up in a ring and you spent all that money on buying wrestling boots for her and helping her train, and all she wants to do is be a clothes horse with a microphone? She'll never be Lilian. JoJo is far better on NXT and she's many years younger."

"I'll...KILL YOU!" screamed Cody and he lunged for the smirking girl, Dustin restraining him.

AJ laughed callously.

"Touch a nerve did I?" she sneered, waving mockingly once more, "ENjoy your title win...dear dear...when will you ever hit the big title picture? And not far off 30 too...awwwww."

"Leave us alone," barked Goldust.

AJ just giggled cattily and skipped away, pleased with her handiwork. Oh she loved winding that insufferable brat up.

Cody screamed in frustration and began to kick the wall repeatedly.

"BITCH! FUCKING BITCH! I HATE HER!"

"Cody...Cody...c'mon..." Dustin grabbed the flailing limbs, but his enraged little brother was too strong, "Please...don't kick off...it's what she wants...you're better than that."

Cody was sobbing and shaking.

The veteran wrapped his thick arms around his upset brother.

"Don't let her spoil your night," he said.

"She's ruined my life," sniffled Cody, "I can't see Joshy ever again because of her and her fucking stuck up cunt husband..."

"What happened when he left?" asked Dustin.

"I don't know!" cried Cody in frustration, "Joshy won't tell me...Rudy won';t either...fucking Kermit fat cunt Miz had something to do with it as well...why?! What did I do?! I never had any beef with Punk!"

"Some people are just backstabbers...anything to keep a spot," Dustin said, "You know how the business is bro, we've both grown up in it."

Cody nodded, sniffling.

"C'mon, let's go change..."

---

Dolph Ziggler had barely gotten backstage before he was engulfed with a sweaty soft mass of new Intercontinental Champion.

"Hey hey...calm it bro..." he chuckled.

Mike was so happy...and he was turned on thanks to that match! He'd even exposed his lover's awesome perfect ass to the world!

"Thank you nicky.."

"What for?" Dolph asked, smirking. He guessed Mike would be naughty and grab his tights. Mike tended to do that in their matches...that was at least the third time his ass had been exposed during one of their bouts over the years. And now he and Mike were lovers/bros-with-benefits, it was perfectly fine in the blonde's book.

"For being an awesome opponent...for being so fucking hot..." Mike leapt onto him, wrapping his chunky legs around Dolph's waist, refusing to let go.

"C'mon, easy now...I need a drink.." Dolph chuckled as Mike kissed his neck, still clutching the title.

"Carry me Nicky, I'm achy," Mike mewled.

"Sure thing," Dolph smirked. Damn it was a strain carrying 230 pounds after a pretty heavy match. Including a nasty Figure Four. But Mike was on cloud nine right now and Dolph would just tolerate it. Plus he was horny too at having his bare ass touched up in front of all those people.

"I'm wet," purred the chunkier man into the blonde's ear.

"Sssh!" hissed Dolph.

"Can't help myself Nicky," Mike went on, "If the bell hadn't rung I'd have taken those trunks right off...pinned you to the mat and rode you...out there."

Mike was legit the horniest guy on the planet as far as Dolph was concerned. They had sex once a day every single day. SOmetimes twice. Sometimes even three. Even when they went on dates, Mike played cheeky footsie.

And last time they had sex (this morning...no wait, this afternoon before heading to the arena), Mike had dropped an L bomb when he reached orgasm. And he meant it this time. He was now utterly obsessed with his fellow Cleveland native. His phone wallpapers were two of Dolph's many sexy selfies.

And Dolph had said it back.

Dolph had finally admitted he loved his long time friend and 'fellow bro'. The sex had been fucking fantastic; he enjoyed the dates far more than he anticipated. And plus Mike was great to spoon. He was so cuddly. Mike was still a flirt with their other frat members. But Dolph enjoyed torturing them with it. So what? The Awesome One was tactile. Big deal. They would just have to grow bigger balls and get over it.

The blonde found a comfy seat in Catering and sank into it, clutching a bottle of water in one hand, the other arm supporting the weight of his welll...boyfriend. Mike took the bottle and opened it for his man.

Jack WHO?

Cesaro WHO?

The chunky one handed the bottle to the blonde who downed three quarters of it gratefully.

"Thanks man..." Dolph panted, "Needed that."

"Anything to please you Nicky.." simpered Mike, pecking Dolph's lips softly.

Dolph chuckled and pecked him back.

"Proud of you bro," he said, "Your ring skills are legit. Fuck the IWC haters."

"I don't care what they say," Mike purred, stroking Dolph's sweaty chest, "You are all I care about. I love you Nicholas."

He kissed Dolph again.

"I love you," he repeated, "You make me feel like a prince...let me be myself...you know me so well..."

"Hey hey..." chuckled Dolph, "Loves ya too..."

"Want to go to the hotel and celebrate," Mike said, "Just you and me. We don't need to stay here. I have a surprise for you."

"Oh and what's that?" smirked Dolph.

Mike guided Dolph's hand inside his trunks. Dolph's eyes widened.

"Nude," Mike giggled, "No undies...ohhh yeah baby...keep stroking me.."

He moaned contentedly as Dolph's fingers touched inside his thick thigh. He nuzzled the blonde lovingly and relaxed. All was good in the hood.

---

Paige had just had her makeup and hair fixed, ready for her match. She pulled on her smart black entrance jacket and sprayed herself with some perfume before picking up her title.

"Have you still not talked to her?" asked a fellow English accent.

Paige shook her head. Layla meant well. And obviously being Summer's tag partner had picked up on the negative vibes between the two girls. They had had a slight staredown after Summer had been defeated by Paige the other week on Smackdown. Layla couldn't deny she'd love a feud with the younger Brit. These days it was a good week if she got on the TV. But hey, her life was good right now. A new man. She definitely wouldn't get with a woman again after the AJ debacle. The little smug bitch didn't even bother Layla anymore. In fact the Moroccan-English girl just found her rather sad and jumped-up.

"I'm sure she didn't mean it," Layla said, keeping up with the taller ravenette.

"Whatever. If she wants to be a sour, bitter old cow, then let her," Paige said, "What was it Nattie called her? Cheap luggage? Sounds about right."

Layla winced. Ouch.

She was reminded forcefully of when Josh and Cody were fighting.

"Anyway," Paige finished, "I've got a match with a smug little bitch and a blow up doll's tits to puncture. Laters."

She began to skip away, getting into character. She was hiding behind her steely heel persona more and more to mask her heartbreak at losing Summer. She was looking most forward to get her hands on AJ.

By gorilla, Nikki and AJ were waiting.

AJ scowled as Paige showed up.

Mockingly, Paige curtseyed.

"Sorry your majesty," she snarked.

"You better be. You're late," spat AJ.

Nikki huffed and shook her head. The promo Paige cut about this being above a petty Total Divas feud smacked a little of hypocrisy in her opinion.

"Oh dear, please accept my sincerest apologies m'lady," spat Paige.

"Been talking to that loser Cody again? I might actually like you if you kept better company," AJ deadpanned, twirling her hair around her finger. She was the only woman told who was going to win. Nikki and Paige had not been told. Even though Paige was 'the bloody Divas champion'. To make it a bit more exciting and push the girls a bit.

From a slight distance and out of sight, Summer Rae was watching this exchange. Part of her wanted to go beat AJ's skinny ass as it was clear even to her from here that the little madam was running her mouth. But she was still pissed the fuck off at Paige to do anything. She saw the withering look Paige had shot Nikki. Summer might not be the Bellas' number one fan either but this whole models vs wrestlers thing was getting prehistoric now.

"I'll talk to who the hell I want thanks," snarled Paige.

"Kiss me in this match and I will break your jaw," AJ threatened.

"Why would I want to turn my stomach?" hit back Paige.

"Hasn't stopped you before," AJ replied.

"Doing what they told us, makes me feel sick," Paige said.

"Scared that my talent far outweighs that of your plastic girlfriend?!" AJ sneered, "Ooops. Silly me. She's not your girlfriend anymore is she?"

"Shut up!" Nikki cried, having had just about enough of their squabbles.

"Who asked you Brie, go and look at some dresses or heels or something," AJ said, gesturing to Nikki.

Nikki was about to reply with a furious diatribe of her own but stopped herself. She was better than this. She huffed and crossed her arms, awaiting her cue.

---

Cesaro and Sheamus were both pushed to breaking point. Their match had basically been a game of how much could one torture the other. Sheamus had almost come in his trunks when he begged Cesaro to hit him harder. The Irishman had had the horniest match of his career.

In the safety of the arena car park, Cesaro turned to the Irishman fiercely, having been in a permanent state of arousal since the end of their match. It had been pure endurance keeping his hands off the big pale skinned Celt. Unlike his ex the Miz who was in love AND lust with his opponent, Cesaro was purely in lust with Sheamus. He knew Sheamus belonged to Wade. But seeing as Wade had pushed them together...

"C'mere," barked Sheamus, grabbing the Swiss into a messy makeout. Cesaro yanked Sheamus to him as their tongues wrestled for dominance, falling back over the hood of his rental.

"Fuck the hotel, do me over this car," he snarled.

"Slag," growled Sheamus.

"I'm so fucking horny..,..waited all night," snapped Cesaro, "I'll break your legs if you dare to keep me waiting longer."

Sheamus pinned those powerful sinewy arms to the metallic painted car.

"Oh yeah? Try it, manbag," he smirked.

Cesaro moaned. He had never been such a hot mess in his life. All his Euro chic and classiness had gone out the window...he was what they call 'ratchet' tonight!

Sheamus released the Swiss and opened the driver's door.

"You coming in or what?" he grinned.

Cesaro growled in frustration and reluctantly climbed in beside him.

It was a thankfully short drive to the hotel. But with two red blooded, strong-as-oxes, alpha males who wanted nothing more than to rut like dogs on heat, it felt like San Francisco to Providence as far as they were concerned.

As soon as Sheamus slid his keycard in the door, he'd barely chucked his sports bag down before Cesaro pounced, their mouths clamped together once more, devouring each other. Sheamus felt like he'd brought some drunken whore back to his room!

Cesaro slammed the hotel door and tore his pale blue shirt apart, the buttons flying off. He was undressing at the speed of light. His Calvin Klein briefs (well he had the figure for it. And damn they fitted him nicely. Freddie Ljungberg eat your heart out!) were stretched to breaking point and a wet spot was visible.

Sheamus just drooled. Damn. He'd certainly pulled a looker. Even though seeing Cesaro in just trunks at work was a regular thing. It was different in the bedroom. And until this feud, Sheamus had thought Cesaro to be as dominant as him.

He began to undress too as Cesaro stalked him like a jaguar. The Swiss straddled the half naked Irishman and bit Sheamus' waistband savagely, ripping the Irishman's boxers down so he was fully naked.

Sheamus groaned as at last those fingers closed around his cock and began to jerk.

"Fuck yes," snarled Cesaro, "Bet you're dying to fuck aren't you..."

Sheamus groaned and grunted some more.

"Get yer knickers off!" he barked.

Cesaro feverishly ripped his briefs off and lay on top of Sheamus, grinding against him, moaning loudly, devouring his lips. Sheamus grabbed that muscular furry arse...wow Cesaro just felt fucking fantastic against him like this...they were made to fuck one another...and Cesaro was quite the moaner..

"Ohh...oui...oui...ja...avez-vous le téléphone ?" panted Cesaro.

"No time for that..." growled Sheamus.

Filming this for Wade seemed like such un-necessary faff. But he had promised.

He reached over for his phone. And switched record on. It rested nicely against the Gideon Bible on the bedside table. Oh Sheamus was going to bloody hell..

Cesaro eagerly crawled down and began to suck Sheamus off.

"Ohhh fuck...bloody hell man..."

Cesaro smirked up at him.

"MIss this?"

Sheamus nodded.

Cesaro resumed sucking.

"Condoms...are...in me bag..." Sheamus panted.

Cesaro nodded and released him once more.

He leaned over to the Irishman's bag. Condoms. Poppers. Lube. He tossed a sachet to Sheamus whilst he took a huge hit of amyl. Mmmm. This was so naughty. Man sex. Proper man sex. No stupid fat Miz to spoil the party with his freaky chickification kinks. Real men. BO. Beards. Body hair. Mmmmm.

Cesaro tossed the lube to Sheamus and bent over onto all fours, his perfect arse arched up. He could assume the bottom position as well as any twink. He might be muscular and strong. But he was tall and well proportioned too.

And he could arch that back.

He looked directly at the recording phone as Sheamus obediently got to his knees and coated his sheathed cock in the lube.

Cesaro groaned needily as he felt the lubricant being squirted between his powerful cheeks.

Sheamus hadn't fucked a hairy arse in a while. And certainly not one as hot as Cesaro's. The guy was all muscle and zero fat. He lined up. Damn had it really been that long since he'd fucked a man's arse? He pushed forward...damn the Swiss was tight. Very tight.

"Ohhhhh FUCK!" cried Cesaro gratefully as he felt Sheamus enter him at last. He was thick. Thicker than Jack. Hurt a bit. But he was tough. He could take the pain.

Slowly Sheamus pushed in, digging his free hand into the sinewy shoulder of his Swiss partner for the night. Cesaro was taking it all...

Cesaro gasped as he felt Sheamus stab his prostate.

Oh yes. He was as good as he'd fantasised. Not as long as Jack but certainly thicker.

"Yeah man...fuck me you brute...take it out on me...don't hold back.." he snarled.

"No fucking intention you little slag," spat Sheamus and began to roughly pound Cesaro.

Cesaro began to growl, bellow and grunt with wanton ecstasy. He was no prissy screaming twink, oh fuck no. He took it like a man. But was still loud. In a masculine way. Jack had loved that.

"Yeah...fuck yeah...fuck me big man...don't fucking stop..."

Sheamus' mannish grunts were drowned out by those of the Swiss. Damn it felt so bloody good to fuck an arse again. No guilt. Wade had made this happen. And he wasn't going to waste it. Every time he felt himself heading over the edge...he would stop and resume. How many positions could Cesaro get that long, muscular, hairy body into? Sheamus had been so gagging for it he could happily go for days.

He pinned those huge traps to the bed and smashed in and out of that amazing solid arse. Fuck yes. Cesaro was a fantastic fuck. No wonder Swaggs loved fucking him.

He stopped once more to hold off his climax.

"Pull out," snapped Cesaro.

Sheamus did so.

Cesaro rolled onto his back, raising his long legs, holding them open.

Sheamus obediently re entered and resumed pounding the Swiss like he hated him, the growls and bellows even louder...Cesaro loved missionary (as did pretty much every bottom in this company, he found when the tops had all come to him asking for advice on how to be a love God!)...Swaggs could make him cum hands free in this positon...shit...he was close...he clenched around Sheamus who gasped. Even back there Cesaro was fucking strong!

Cesaro leaned up...showing off more of his incredible core strength...forcing Sheamus onto his back, still inside him...so the Swiss was on top.

"You fucking lay there you ginger brute," he spat and began to ride Sheamus for all he was fucking worth, growling louder than ever.

Sheamus just let Cesaro ride. Fuck this was wild. Wilder than he ever pictured. Made Wade look positively effete by comparison.

He'll never take the piss out of Cesaro's manbags and love of fine wine again!

Cesaro was close. He was so fucking close. Fuck it. He was going to just let it happen. Cum all over Sheamus.

He grabbed the phone and held it inf ront of his grunting visage before handing it to Sheamus who obediently started to film Cesaro riding him, growling, cussing in garbled French and German...

Sheamus cried out as that tight, strong ass clenched around him and Cesaro let out a deep roar that rattled the window panes...streams of his release exploding all over Sheamus' stomach and chest..every second captured on video...Cesaro wasn't giving up! He was still riding Sheamus like it was his bloody job...Sheamus couldn't hold it anymore...

"You gonna cum...?" panted Cesaro hoarsely.

Sheamus nodded...fuck he couldn't hold it...Cesaro snatched the phone from him just as the Irishman bellowed like an unchained bear and finally, thankfully, exploded inside Cesaro.

Both men were gasping.

Cesaro shakily tapped 'Stop'. He placed the phone on the side before leaning down and kissing Sheamus.

"Wow..." panted the redhead.

"Wow indeeed...you're incredible..." Cesaro gasped, "Barrett's a lucky bastard getting that every night."

"Swagger's fucking lucky getting a tart like you every night," smirked Sheamus, face the hue of his hair, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Still want that foursome sometime?" Cesaro eased himself off Sheamus and clumsily collapsing beside him.

"Hell yeah," Sheamus said.

"Maybe," Cesaro grinned, running a callused finger up Sheamus' soiled chest, "We can pop your cherry."

"Oh no, nothing is touching this arse," Sheamus hissed.

"What if Wade wants to switch?" smirked Cesaro.

"Don't get too above yourself," Sheamus smirked. He picked up his phone.

He sent the video to Wade.

With a text message saying 'Enjoy. I did ;) x'

"Send me that..." Cesaro said, "Jack will appreciate it."

"We're such slags," Sheamus chuckled.

"We're guys so the word is 'player' or 'stud'," smirked Cesaro, "Miz is basically female so he's a slag."

"You can be a bitch sometimes," Sheamus grinned, "Must happen to a bloke once he has cock up his arse."

---

There were more than a few disgruntled divas in the locker rooms after the women's match had finished.

Cody, still upset from earlier, had not improved in mood at all as the winner was announced. And the look on Paige's face couldn't have said it better. That was the expression of a girl who'd been well and truly booted when she was down. He'd been sat with Emma and Natalya watching it in Catering on the screen.

"Go Nicole though," Nattie said.

"Yeah, she rocked. Whoever still calls her and Brie twin models needs to wake the fuck up," Cody said.

There was silence as AJ skipped into the room. Her expression could not be any smugger.

"On your feet, say hello to the third time Divas champion," she smirked, kissing the title.

Natalya rolled her eyes.

"Congrats AJ," she said, always the professional.

"Just think Nattie...if you stopped thinking you're a reality star and trading on your family, you could be holding this," AJ smirked.

Emma curtseyed sarcastically.

"As for you, get used to looking at this...and don't try your tricks here because I will find out if you steal this," AJ rounded on her.

Eva Marie was giving AJ's back the finger.

Emma snorted.

Even Cody raised a smile.

Layla was just shaking her head and tutting.

Summer looked pissed the fuck off. Despite everything she had been rooting for Paige in that match.

AJ had the most vicious smirk on her pretty face as she turned to her number one enemy.

"Show me some respect...Rhodes, or your wife..." She made a cut throat gesture, "I fixed your little boyfriend and I can fix her too."

Cody, shaking, just glared at her, biting his lip furiously. Not in front of the other divas. He knew better.

"That goes for ALL of you," AJ barked to the divas at large, "I expect the utmost respect from every single one of you. If ANY of you tries to sandbag me or cause me to botch a move. It'll be girl bye. I don't care who you are."

"Yes your ladyship." snarked Summer, unable to keep her trap shut much longer, before muttering "Crazy bitch." under her breath.

Uh oh.

The locker room went silent as AJ heard. She skipped over, keeping her nice-little-girl veneer immaculate.

"What did you say?" she asked, in a syrupy-sweet voice that masked malice.

"Nothing," Summer lied.

"She didn't say anything," Naomi put in, sensing trouble.

"Sorry who are you?" AJ snapped, "Oh yes, the girl who'll never make it to the top."

Naomi looked scandalised. She hadn't done anything to warrant that.

"Excuse me?" she said, folding her arms.

"I know you're bitter because they nixed your feud with that hood rat - I forgot her name she's so forgettable - and your little hubby lost his title to a pair of freaks tonight but I am your Divas Champion and you better treat me with respect!" snarled AJ, getting right in her face.

"You don't know the meaning of that word," Naomi said.

"When you've held a title big-butt, talk to me then," AJ spat, tossing her hair over her shoulder and turning that icy glare back to Summer.

"Now then," she said, that insincere and deadly smile back on her face, "Insult me again Big Bird and I will rip every strand of your fake Barbie doll wig right out of your head in front of the entire roster. Is that understood. Why don't you go and console your gothy girlfriend? Whoops...I forgot, she dumped you. Toodles."

And with that AJ skipped merrily out of the room.

Summer exhaled. She wasn't going to let AJ get to her. She could deal with Corey Graves after all.

Cody was shaking with fury. Who did AJ think she was? She used to be such a nice, humble girl. But then again being top diva for two years probably got to her head. As well as marrying the ultimate big fish.

"Hey...you OK?" asked Emma, rubbing his arm.

"I have to get out of here," he choked.

"Sure..." Emma said.

Cody padded out. He just wanted to hit the sack. Tonight was just getting crappier and crappier.

Nikki Bella walked past him, shaking her head and holding the back of her neck. She did take a pretty sick bump off the apron after all.

Sat in a steel chair, gulping from a bottle of water, was the raven haired, ivory figurine of Paige.

"Hey," murmured Cody.

She didn't even reply. She just leapt into his arms, sobbing into his chest.

Cody hugged her right back.

"It's OK...it's OK..." he purred, "You're better than her...worth ten of that little bitch.."

"Not the point," sobbed the young English girl, "First Danielle now my title...what did I do?!"

"She's God in here, much as we all hate it," Cody sighed, "Even Lesnar isn't as much of a cunt as her."

"I could happily take him over her any day," Paige wept, "Did you...see her in there?"

"SUmmer...yeah...madam started on her, after giving Nattie, Emma and Naomi a mouthful beforehand," Cody spat, "You wanna get out of here, phone your mom or something."

"Already have," PAige sniffed, breaking the hug and wiping the mascara and eyeliner from her streaming eyes.

"Least you've got your family...and your animals," Cody said.

"So have you," Paige said, "I'll just change and then we'll head back, OK?"

"Sure, meet you outside."

Cody padded back to the Superstars' locker room to fetch his sports bag. He was glad to get out of her. But first he began to make his way to the WWE App set to let Eden know he was taking off.

His beautiful wife spotted him and walked over, hugging him.

"I'm gonna take off honey," he said, "Paige and I are gonna go chill. Tonight's been too much."

"That's cool, I'll be back as soon as we've finished up," Eden replied, pecking his cheek, "Take it easy. And don't worry about me. I can handle AJ."

"Wish I could," Cody sulked.

"She can pick on you because you're a six foot guy," Eden said, "And because you're an old pro so you won't fight back. Don't react, you're better than that."

"I know but she is so infuriating...I'll see you soon."

"Bye hun."

After kissing her goodbye, Cody padded out into the cool parking lot. He needed a cigarette. Or ten.

He fumbled in his sweatpants pocket for his cigs and located them, fishing one out and lighting it. That was better.

He wandered to the fenced off area to watch the city lights of Nashville. He didn't mind if a few fans spotted him. His gimmick was extremely popular after all. Even if it was a huge extension of his cute, childlike personality.

A snuffling sound caused him to look down at the pavement. Awwww. A little labrador puppy was sniffing his feet curiously.

"Hello boy," Cody said, reaching down to pet it. It looked barely a year old. Excitable. Small. Wait it had a Triforce collar?

"Link, c'mon," a male voice said.

Cody froze.

He looked up at the source. He knew that voice anywhere. He saw a man. Five foot nine. Light brown hair. A boyish and very handsome face. With a rapidly-growing designer goatee.

The man looked just as surprised as Cody.

"Joshy?"

"Omigod...! I should have known it was you...!"

Cody let out a sob and lunged over the metal fence to suffocate Josh in a fierce hug.

"Hey...hey...!" chuckled Josh, "You're not dreaming, it is really me."

"Joshy...how...why...? Why didn';t you tell me you were here?"

"Gotta leave some elements of surprise," the little man chuckled, "Look...I'm so sorry...both Tom and Brandi tried but they wouldn't let me. They can't stop me just taking a walk past the arena just at the time everyone's leaving...I'm a citizen walking my dog."

"He's SO CUTE!" gushed Cody, picking the pup up, "Is he really yours? When did you get him?!"

"In Chicago last week, Rudy suggested I should find some company while you're gone...after all he's got two labs of his own...went to a dog shelter and spotted this little guy. Runt of the litter, nobody wanted him. He's so blond so I called him Link. Mainly because you';d appreciate it. Like the collar?"

"It's me in dog form...he's so precious.." Cody was making a huge fuss of the dog, "Seeing you has been the best thing that's happened to me in ages...I can't tell you how happy I am now..."

"Apart from winning the Tag Title?" Josh grinned, "Rudy and I watched in a bar two blocks away."

"Where's Rudy now?"

"Back to the hotel. I said I'd catch him up. Good job Link likes you.."

The pup was smothering Cody with kisses.

"Pharaoh and Colby-Jack will LOVE him," Cody squeaked, "He's like Dozer omigod..."

"Weird isn't it," Josh said, "He's still a baby though so he's hard work. Keeps me on my toes."

"Keeps US on our toes, he's our dog now," Cody said, "Just like mine are also yours."

"Clash Of Clans though Coddles, really?" chuckled Josh, "You're such a child."

"Hey! It's a good game!" Cody blew him a raspberry.

Paige was making her way over, having spotted Cody at the fence.

She tapped him on the shoulder. He squeaked in surprise and almost dropped the pup.

"WHAT THE...oh PAIGE! You startled me."

"I've been looking for you! Who's the pup?!"

"Hi paige," Josh said.

"Oh my God, MUNCHKIN! What you doing here?"

Now Josh was once more suffocated by a hug.

"Hey..hey...just took my new baby for a walk and oh look, my future husband just happened to be here," he chuckled.

"Why didn't you buy a ticket?" demanded Paige.

"You and Nikki slayed," Josh said, "I'm blacklisted. Can't even be anyone's plus one. So my brother and I flew out here and watched in this watering hole a few blocks away. Link, this is Saraya...say hello boy...she's got a doggie too."

Paige took the little dog and made an enormous girlie fuss over him. The little pup licked her face and snuffled her jacket, smelling her own dog and cats on it.

WUFF!

"Awwwww!" she squealed.

"Link, stop grizzling," Josh said,taking him back, "I probably should let you guys hit the road."

"Oh no Joshy, you;re coming to my hotel room with me," Cody demanded, eyes flashing, "That isn't a request. It's a god damn order."

"He's suffering," Paige giggled.

"Yes I know," Josh said, "Coddles, just to warn you...be good or the videos you sent me will just magically appear in Sami's phone...Curtis' phone..."

Cody went scarlet.

"Oh? What videos?" Now Paige was smirking. Almost her old self.

"Nothing..." Cody stared at the floor.

Josh chuckled again.

"Shall I let you tell her? Be easier cos she'll see them eventually."

"If there's naked arse holes I'm not sure I can handle it."

"Oh no," giggled Josh, "Coddles, tell her."

"I...did a twerk vid to Anaconda..." Cody mumbled, "And Bang Bang...and Problem..."

Paige howled with laughter.

"Now those I have to see."

"In pink briefs..." Cody was crimson now, "I was bored...alone one night..."

"And you didn't do I'm A Boss Ass Bitch? I'm disappointed!" Paige giggled, "Well now we're here, shall we go for a pint?"

"Blinding governa," Cody said, in the most atrocious stereotypical Cockney accent that came out pure Brisbane.

"Don't ever do that again," Paige said, wagging her finger in his face and climbing neatly over the fence.

Cody did the same though not so elegantly as her. He then took Josh's hand proudly in the middle of the Tennessee city. He didn't care that they were in the religiously-conservative Deep South.

"So into a bit of Ariana are we?" smirked Paige.

"Only those songs," Cody muttered, "Don't want to talk about it."

He then grabbed Josh's face and planted an impassioned and needy kiss to his lips.

"Missed you," he murmured, "So much."

"I miss you too honey...but it's just the way things are sadly."

"You're coming to Raw in Memphis tomorrow whether they like it or not."

"Don't get into trouble Coddles."

"I'd take being fired over never seeing you again Joshy."

Josh shifted guiltily that luckily neither of them picked up.

"I'll drive," he said.

"But you can't drink then," PAige said.

"It's cool," Josh replied.

"What about your brother?" asked Cody.

"Oh him? He'll be fine," Josh said, reaching for the adorable little puppy who was nibbling Paige's finger as she was making a big fuss of him, "Who's a tired boy then, big walk huh?"

He carefully placed the pup under his free arm and began to lead Cody down the street where his car was parked. He unlocked it and carefully placed the dog in the boot.

Wuff! WUFF!

"I know you don't like it," Josh said to the dog, and he tossed a handfull of biscuits to him, "There you go...be home soon."

Cody, observational as ever, raised his eyebrows. Did Josh say 'home'?

"Hotel allow dogs do they Joshy?" he asked.

"Yeah," Josh said airily.

Cody exchanged a look with the former Divas Champ. Something wasn't right. He climbed into the passenger seat anyway. As they negotiated the streets of Nashville, Cody's suspicions grew ever stronger. This supposed bar was a couple of blocks away. They'd done far more than that. Wait, this was the suburbs...

"Funny looking bar," Paige remarked as the car pulled onto a driveway.

"Joshy...?"

"OK...truth time," confessed Josh, "I moved here last week. That's why I couldn't come see you. I asked Eden and Tom to cover for me."

"Why Joshy?" Cody looked crushed, "Why you hiding things from me?"

"Thought I'd surprise you," Josh said after a pause, "C'mon...unless you want to go into some Godawful bar playing crappy country music.."

"As long as you don't end up tying us up and locking us under the stairs," teased Paige as Josh switched the engine off.

They exited the car and Josh unlocked the door, unclipping Link the pup';s lead as he headed in, switching the light on.

WUFF!

The little puppy bounded happily inside, immediately finding his water bowl and slurping thirstily.

"Nice gaff," Paige remarked.

"Thanks," Josh said as he opened the first door on the left which led into an airy sitting room with two pale brown leather couches. On the mantelpiece was a photo in a frame of Josh and Cody.

Cody melted when he saw it.

"Drink?" Josh asked as he padded to the cabinet in the corner.

"Any beer?" Paige said.

"Can tell you're a lez," Cody teased.

"Can tell you're a batty," hit back Paige, "Cosmos?"

"I'll have a beer actually," Cody said, flumping on the sofa, taking his shoes off.

Once they were comfortable with beers, Cody leaned across to rest his head on Josh's chest, nuzzling, well, rather like a dog.

WUFF!

Link bounded onto the sofa, not happy that his daddy's attention was diverted and began to nuzzle Josh's other side eerily similar to Cody. Josh just chuckled idly, ruffling the cute blonde head.

"Awwwwww..." cooed Paige, getting her phone out and taking a snap, "Hate to be an annoying cow but does Brandi know?"

"Yeah," Josh said, "It was her who told me Coddles was leaving the arena with you. I didn't just happen to be walking past...well...I was sort of...and yes Coddles, you're allowed to stay the night. Paige...you can have the guest room."

"Do you want me hanging around?!" asked the young English girl.

"What? You think I'd leave you out on the streets?" Josh said.

"Well no, but..."

"Walls are thick," smirked Josh, "So he won't keep you up with his screaming."

"JOSHY."

Paige howled with laughter.

"I'm gonna call my mum," she said, "I can tell you want me to fuck off. Night night."

She got to her feet.

"But you barely drank your beer," Cody said, "Stay!"

"OK, OK."

She sat back down and reached for her beer, which she'd left on a pile of paper on the coffee table. Absent-mindedly, she picked it up and moved it aside to avoid leaving a bottle ring on it, flipping it so the printed side faced Cody.

Cody froze as he saw a familiat silver and red logo. One that was not WWE.

No.

No.

No.

T. N. A.

He rounded on Josh.

Josh looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

"Er...that would be...a TNA contract, yes..."

"TNA? Joshy?! What?! WHY?!"

Cody was incensed.

"I was gonna tell you..."

"Were you? Or were you thinking I wouldn't notice. Of course! It makes sense. You moved here to Nashville because it';s where the HQ is! I thought those were just dirt sheets stirring shit up but they happened to be fucking true!"

"I did say I had one or two irons in the fire Coddles. You never asked."

"Glad I hadn't...talk about betrayal of the worst kind! You said that WWE was the only place you ever wanted to work, Joshy! You said you went to WWE University!"

"That was before they spent years treating me like crap. Making me look shit on TV. They had fucking AJ throw a cake in my face!"

"Correction. She caked Tamina Snuka."

"That's not the point. I was only put into backstage segments to be humiliated in my final year."

PAige suddenly felt awkward. She personally couldn't see the problem herself. But she could see why COdy was pissed off. TNA was known as the elephant's graveyard for failed WWE stars. Oliver Grey had defected there. Brodus Clay had just been picked up by them. Derrick Bateman, jobber extraordinaire in WWE was a main eventer in TNA as EC3. Gail Kim was a top Diva. Mickie James was a top Diva there.

Cody lay back on the couch, huffing and running his hands over his head. He felt stabbed in the back. Like Josh was turning against him and everything he stood for.

"Didn't your brother work there for a while?" Paige said tentatively, "Black Reign?"

"Exactly!" Josh said, "Dustin suggested it to me himself when I said I was looking for work."

"But at the end of the year Spike TV won't even renew their deal! Joshy you'll be out of a job again!" Cody cried, "Why Joshy? There's other promotions too! RIng Of Honor? Why not there?"

Josh laughed a touch humorlessly.

"Crybaby Punk took care of that," he said, "He's got friends in high places there. I went to see them about any jobs...either as in ring or ringside talent once my 90 days were up...they said to my face 'we've been told not to employ you.'"

"Fucking...why is he determined to ruin you?" Cody cried.

"I don't know," Josh said, "Anyway I'm not sure I could work with Maria. C'mon Coddles...just look past the WWE vs TNA stuff for a minute. Not all couples work for the same company."

"Vince will skin me alive for fraternising with the enemy," Cody sighed, "Why me? My job or the love of my life?"

"Why do you think I'm blacklisted? I had a bitchass phone call from Kevin Dunn. Saying that he knew I went to TNA offices and that I was now barred from any WWE event for the rest of my life!"

"I hate him so much," Cody snarled, "He loves CrayJ."

"Explains a lot," Josh snarked, "C'mon Coddles...please...honey...don't be mad. Mickie's having a baby. She was really happy to see me again."

He and Cody had been good buds with Mickie James. Which made her LayCool storyline more guilt-inducing. Whilst Josh and Cody had originated many of the Mean Girls monikers and quotes for Michelle and Layla, Piggie James was absolutely not one of theirs.

"Look," Josh went on, "Link's upset. Look at that little face. Don't be mad."

He picked the pup up who shot doleful sad eyes at Cody.

Cody melted instantly. His anger evaporating. He supposed he should grow up a bit. Especially with Dustin once working for TNA. It was just that he and Josh always used to shade the promotion.

"Sowwy," he murmured.

Link crawled across Josh's lap and nuzzled Cody before licking his face. Cody picked the pup up.

"He's so adorable...so precious...how old did you say he was?"

"Six weeks," Josh said, "Really is a baby. But he's getting used to walking now. Have to keep him away from the cable. He likes to gnaw stuff. He's a little monster really."

"Ha...just like somebody else," smirked Paige.

"Hey! I only liked Born This Way! And Judas!" Cody pouted, "Madonna is where it's at. We're not all metalheads like you and Summer...oh..."

He went scarlet in the face and looked furious with himself.

"She's not dead," Paige sighed, "You can say her name."

"What happened?!" asked Josh, "Have you and Summer split up?"

"Bingo," PAige said grimly, "Don't want to talk about it..maybe tomorrow. I'm gonna go to bed. Knackered."

She downed her beer and went to go make a big fuss of Link before leaving the room with her bag.

"Hang on!" Josh said, "I haven't even shown you the guest room!"

He got to his feet and followed her out. Cody picked the little blond pup back up, who had made a beeline for the iPhone charger in the corner.

"Hey.,..no...your mommy won't be happy," he said, nuzzling Link, "Sorry you had to see all that...I love your mommy so much...don't see him...and now he's working for the rival company. I'm not mad that he's found work...I'm mad that I'll now be forbidden to see him...it's not fair baby...not fair."

Link snuffled at his ring finger and shot him an almost withering look, as if to disapprove of his arrangement.

"Yes I know I'm married," Cody continued, "It's all good in the hood...she loves me...and is so understanding...I love her. Just not as much as I love your mommy. You're like the kid we can't have. You're so handsome."

He pecked the top of the soft blonde head. The pup snuffled Cody's tee and got a hint of Cody's white husky Pharaoh and gave hima look that almost said ;'you have OTHER dogs? You're not paying attention solely to ME?!' and Cody swore the pup pouted.

"You'll like P," Cody went on, picking the vibes up, "He's the most sweet natured husky you'll meet."

Josh crept back into the room. He did feel shit for stabbing Cody in the back by signing with TNA. But at least Cody wasn't mad at him...he'd heard Cody's little confiding-in-the-dog in its entirety.

"Hey," he said, "Sorry...Paige was just giving me the low down on Summer."

Cody blushed.

"How much did you hear?" he mumbled.

"All of it," Josh smiled, "Let's just put work aside for now. You're not Stardust now. You're just Cody. I'm just Josh."

"Yeah..." Cody said, "You're right...as usual I'm being a pig headed bitch...I'll get used to it. Just one thing?"

"Yeah?"

"Where does the little guy sleep?"

"In my room."

"Oh..."

Josh chuckled. Yeah he'd got that covered. The pup gave the cutest little yawn.

"C'mon," he said, "Time for nigh-nighs Link."

He gently carried the dog to his bed. He slept in a cage because he was so young and it kept him safe.

"Alone now," he said as he re-entered the room.

"At last," moaned Cody, pulling Josh to him and locking their lips together, Josh whimpering against them. Bristly. Mmmm. Cody liked this a lot. He grabbed Josh's jean clad bottom and spanked it.

"Damn..." he moaned, "That's solid..."

"Still been working out," Josh said, "In case my selfies weren't proof enough.."

He grabbed Cody's perfect ass. Cody whined needily and bit down on Josh's lip. He fell back onto the couch, continuing this makeout. Josh broke it..or tried to..Cody would not stop kissing him and grinding against him.

"Hang on..." he gasped, "Need...air..."

"I need you..." moaned Cody, "Joshy...take me. Right here on this fucking couch."

"Paige will hear..."

"You said the walls were fucking thick. Take my fucking pants off and nail me!"

"How romantic," snarked Josh, shooting a wicked smile at the desperate ravenette beneath him.

"Romance later Joshy, I'm begging you...please..." Cody whimpered, humping the air.

"Then let me keep these safe," purred Josh, pecking his lips and gently removing Cody's cute lenseless glasses. He began to suck Cody's neck. The ravenette squeaked and mewled..his neck was his ultimate weak spot apart from between his slender legs...Josh knew how to turn him on always..

Keeping his mouth on Cody's swanlike neck, Josh's delicate hands slowly began to pull those sweatpants down. He broke the neck kissing to concentrate on revealing those incredible pins. What a shame he kept them hidden under a catsuit these days. Cross fit training had given Cody some of his twinkiness back. And they were still as smooth and soft as cream. He was the most meticulous manscaper.

Cody spread his legs as Josh relieved his ankles of the sweats and his feet of the socks.

"Ohhhhhh...Joshua..."

Josh just grinned and began to stroke the bulging briefs. No wait...that was a Bike jock. Fuck yes. Cody was still a minx. Bet it felt incredible to have the catsuit next to his naked ass cheeks. Josh was harder than ever.

Tiny little mewls filled the room as Josh slowly, tantalisingly continued to stroke, keeping his touch deliberately away from Cody's cock.

"Please...Joshy...wanna see you..."

"All night honey...I've missed you...no rushing."

Moan.

Josh grinned at him.

He padded out the room.

Five minutes later he returned.

He removed his own glasses.

And then began to remove his waistcoat and tight grey tee that showed off his inked, slim yet muscled arms to perfection.

Cody's eyes raked that lithe form. Josh with chest hair. Grrr.

"Been doing Crossfit after seeing you've started," Josh purred, unbuckling his belt and jeans, wiggling his cut hips to shake them down his now hairy legs. COdy moaned. A mini Cesaro in his eyes with more tattoos.

"Otter Joshy...fucking get here and in me!" whimpered the Georgian as Josh stepped out his jeans. Tight briefs. Skimpy briefs.

Cody ripped his tee off so he was just in his jock. Josh slowly climbed onto his beloved boyfriend...the folks at TNA will hate him for continuing to commit sins of the flesh with WWE boys but who cared? Half their roster was ex WWE. And plus people like Taryn Terrell, Mickie (who was on maternity leave) wouldn't give him any gyp as he'd got on with them when they worked at WWE.

Cody was grinding against Josh.

"I don't want to leave this house," he moaned, blue eyes blazing.

"You have to tomorrow honey...I'll drive you both to Memphis."

"But what if you're seen?"

"We can talk about that tomorrow," purred Josh, rubbing a finger over Cody's hole.

COdy stifled a cry. At fucking last! He'd been touched where he'd most craved to be touched.

Josh continued to stroke and pushed his finger inside. Tiny screams (that reminded him of his 2011 relationship with Miz who also got off on fingering) filled the room. Cody was so turned on. His chest was tightening with desire. His nerve endings shot to pieces. Josh had to fuck him very soon. Or he was going to assert his authority over the little man. And by that Cody meant throwing Josh down and impaling himself on the elder man's dick.

"Hey," Josh rasped, more mannish than he'd ever sounded in sex, "Fancy flipping?"

"Huh?"

"Oh. Let me explain." Josh peeled his briefs down. His hard cock was clearly in a cock ring.

Cody's eyes widened.

"Huh?"

"My house honey," Josh had a wicked grin on his face.

"OUR house," Cody corrected him.

"Would you like me to forget the lube?"

"No Joshy..."

"Then stop backchatting."

"Yes sir."

Cody had the most shit eating grin on his pretty face now.

Josh reached into the pouch of his briefs and pulled a ring out, tossing it to Cody.

"Put it on."

"Yes Joshy. Will it fit me? I'm...big..after all."

"Oh it'll fit Coddles. Custom made. To OUR measurements sweetie."

COdy's eyes glinted. As if he didn't need any more reasons to want to spend the rest of his life with this guy...rival promotions be damned.

"Have to be to accommodate your thick schlong," smirked Cody as he finally shed his jock, Josh eyeing his cock hungrily.

"You can talk.." Josh hit back as Cody put the ring on.

"Me first," Cody raised his legs expectantly.

"Of course, last time we met I made you play strict top," Josh purred, coating two fingers with lubricant and ever so tenderly prepping his younger, taller partner.

"Yes you did!" Cody pouted between little squeaks of ecstasy as his prostate got touched, "So don't blame me if I cum within two minutes of you in me."

"You won;t be able to with that on," smirked Josh.

"Joshy...!"

"Told you I can be dominant. Part of being an otter."

He kneeled between Cody's long legs, resting them on his shoulders. Slowly he lined up against the tight entrance...he gasped as he was engulfed.

"Owwww...owww...fuck...!" squeaked Cody, biting his lip, "Joshy...you';re so fucking thick and you forget to be gentle...owee...oww..."

"Sorry..."

"Keep going...need...to feel you.."

"How about we quit beating about the bush?" growled Josh, and surprisingly forcefully, shoved all the way inside Cody hard.

"OWW!" cried Cody, chest heaving in and out but as his prostate just got well and truly stabbed, intense pleasure was fast replacing the pain. Bottoming after a dry spell was always an uphill struggle. Worth it in the end.

His pouty lips quickly formed into a grateful, lewd grin as he fast adjusted to his favourite feeling - dick in his ass.

"Yeah...fuck yeah...don';t be shy. Fuck me," he gasped.

Immediately those cut hips began to thrust in and out and Cody began to let out those signature sharp wails. Oh yeah. About time! He'd needed this in so long! And because they were sporting rings, he could take a pounding for as long as he wanted! Perfect. He was going to one up Josh. Make Josh fuck him until he was too spent to fuck Josh. Hehehe. Cody was still a minx. He might be a good boy most of the time now but with his beloved Joshy...he was still a force to be reckoned with. He gripped the arm of the couch behind his head as he continued to get nailed on this cool, soft leather. Oh yeah. All night he could go. In fact he could go all fucking week. He wanted to see Josh sweat. He was a frustrated boy, was Cody.

"Oh yeah...c'mon Lomberger, that all ya got?" he snarled.

SPANK.

"Don't even think about backchat Runnels," growled Josh, "Or I'll..."

"You'll WHAT?" smirked Cody between slutty moans and cries, "Just shut up and fuck me."

And so it went on. Hard. Fast. Loud. Josh was working up one hell of a sweat. So was Cody. The younger man just wanted to rip this damn constricting ring off and just blow his load. But at the same time he wanted to treasure the moment with his man. It might be months before he could see Josh again.

Fuck it. Make the most. Make Josh as fucking happy as Josh was making him right now.

"Joshy..." he whined, "Stop...stop...sweetie...please...stop!"

"Why?" snapped Josh, deliberately pausing whilst touching Cody's spot.

"Cos...cos...aahh...ahh...wanna...please you..."

"Oh now you remembered there's two of us?" Josh said, keeping his tone severe but the glint in his eyes playful. This was fun. Being in charge. "OK."

He pulled out. And removed his cock ring.

"JOSHY!"

Josh chuckled naughtily.

"I want to christen my new sofa," he said.

"But...I am so fucking desperate to jizz as you wreck me..."

"SO romantic," Josh scoffed.

"SO horny!" Cody whined back.

Josh slowly crawled around, so Cody had full view of his stunning flying bird back tattoo and his pert, youthful, thankfully still smooth...ass.

"C'mon honey, tomorrow...I promise..."

"You keep saying it Joshy but you always want to bottom..."

"Please?"

Cody kneeled behind the smaller, elder man and began to liberally coat his fingers and himself with lube. Almost too much.

"I'm old so I won't last," purred Josh seductively as he writhed on Cody's fingers.

"SHUSH!"

"Shut me up then Cody."

"Fuck Joshy you can be such a little..."

"Slut?"

"Yes."

SPANK!

"Do it again."

SPANK!

"When did you get so fucking naughty?"

"When I'm away from the love of my life."

"Sap."

"COming from YOU...OWWW! Oh fuck...fuck ouch...ow...careful.."

Cody had slid inside Josh without the small man exprecting it. He pulled Josh to him so they were hugging. Making it intimate. He wanted to see Josh transfrom into the little woman he did when he bottomed.

SLowly he began to move.

"Ahhh...ahh...ahhh...ahhh yeah...yeah...yeah...oh yes...aahhh...ahh..."

"Miss me Joshy?"

"Can;t...ahh...speak how much..."

"C'mon Joshy...cum for me..."

"But you..."

"You're crying Joshy..."

"Just...ahh...sweat...thanks to you...ahh...ah.."

Josh had gone up at least an octave and a half. He kissed Cody in earnest, melting into the larger body behind him. He just needed to feel loved one final time. Just once more. Then he'll settle back into his usual role.

"Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahh..."

"Close?"

Josh nodded.

"Don't stop honey...yes...oh yes...ahhh...ahh..." Josh trailed off before suddenly biting back a scream. He froze and edged with all his might. He then grabbed the cock ring and painfully re applied it. Ow. Sensitive.

"Joshy?"

"Had you going there didn't I? On your back Coddles."

Cody was flat on his back in milliseconds. Legs raised. He ripped his ring off. Oh yes. Now he was talking.

"Joshy...take that fucking thing off."

"OK..."

Josh obeyed him before gingerly entering Cody one last time. Cody wrapped his legs right around the smaller man, and as Josh thrust into him, he pushed his ass right back to meet him halfway. This was well and truly a coupling not a fucking.

Both men were now crying out in ecstasy, breaking to devour each other's lips...Cody was so close...so fucking close after months of neglect...it was no good...he couldn't take it much longer. He threw his arms back, gripping the sofa arm and screamed as jet after jet of a much suppressed orgasm finally exploded across his perfect ripped abs.

"Don't stop Joshy..." he gasped, "Don't stop until you've filled me the fuck up."

SLutty Cody was the hottest Cody in Josh;s eyes. Always. He began to pound Cody as hard as his protesting body would allow him...more...more...yes...fuck yes...he yelled and cursed as he finally came too, deep inside his boyfriend, just as Cody's hand (the one with the promise ring) gripped his tight.

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Well. Firstly let me apologise for the addition of a TNA roster member in Joshy...yes it's true. He is in TNA now. Albeit without a goatee but that's just literary licence...it is fanfic after all ;) . I still dislike TNA but I love Joshy and also torn loyalties for Coddles could be something to explore.

So Sheamus and Cesaro...I got carried away by thoughts of those two and before I knew it bam they were having it off. Remember this is a few weeks from the previous chapter but I gather it must seem like revolving doors to readers. Other stuff happened in my life and ideas changed since C18.

And Paige and Summer have split. I was inspired by her (Paige's) tweets re: the Bellas and thought I'd tap into the IWC plus Total Divas and also it was a new challenge to write a female-female relationship. And I love evil bitch!AJ. Especially now she';s frigging champ AGAIN.

I tried to keep the Miz levels under control here! But failed. And a little bit of Ambrollins...I didn;t want Dean to return and immediately fall into Seth's arms like nothing happened...keeping things sad for those two for the time being. Till Dean loves himself some more anyway.

Hope y'all liked this anyway x