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.

20. Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Last chapter was so long and covered so many stories that I've considered it 19 AND 20 in one. So no I haven't gone bonkers nor do I fear #20 for superstitious reasons! Glad people liked Sheasaro...who knows where that will lead..

And I appreciate Jody/Cosh Rhews might not be everyone's cup of tea with Josh defecting to the Other Promotion but I can't help myself...after all this series did start out back in 2011 based around Josh..anyway. Who knows Charlie, you may get the infamous DE sooner ;) Rybaxel 3 way may have to wait with Ryback out and Curtis being his nurse I'm afraid...:P

I had to slot in Dean's return around all the Paigummer, Jody, Sheasaro and Miziggler drama so sorry about that being brief!

This is set after NOC and on the following Raw in Memphis, TN. And was written mostly before this week's Raw in Chicago. Which also had a lot of content that could have come from this story and I'm only halfway through it!

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The sun rose upon Nashville, Tennessee early Monday morning.

In a suburban house, in the master bedroom, two men were on the bed. The house's main occupant, TNA's new announcer signing and former WWE announcer/developmental wrestler Josh Mathews, was on his back on the bed.

New WWE Tag Champion Stardust AKA Cody Rhodes was atop him, slowly riding, his delicate hands gripping the smaller pectorals, soft whimpers leaving his throat.

"Ahh...ahhh...ahhh..."

Cody had woken Josh up early after gently placing Josh's sleeping puppy Link outside on the landing for a morning love fest. After all, who knows when he could see his beloved boyfriend again?

"Fuck...fuck yeah..." grunted Josh appreciatively, eyes glued to the dark-haired Adonis impaled on his cock.

"Ohhh Joshyy...don't...wanna...leave..."

"Sssh...don't talk...just enjoy it honey..."

"Mmmmfff..." Cody leaned down with a deep-throated whimper to claim his lips. He was prolonging this as much as he could. His prostate was being hit just perfect in this position...this rhythm...not too slow...not too fast. No dirty party-boy Sean Cody style cowboy fucking this time. He looked over at the full length mirror and caught a glimpse of his slightly sweat-sheened, toned and muscular figure, forming delicious curves of ecstasy as he worked his body like a pro.

Josh couldn;'t get enough. His bottoming phase had finally been satisfied enough. He was content to allow Cody (aka the self-declared best power bottom in WWE) take over and do what he wanted.

"Don't stop...never stop..." mewed Cody, his pouty lips parted, emotion streaming from every pore in his pretty face...he was so close and couldn't edge much longer.

Josh reached for the younger man's hands and clutched them tight. He could tell that Cody was itching to come.

"C'mon...baby.." he purred.

"Ahhh...!"

"Good boy Coddles..."

"AAAH!"

"Yeah...c'mon...cum for me."

COdy just let out a sudden sharp wail and threw his head back as he erupted all over the elder, smaller man beneath him.

But he wouldn't stop moving. Urging Josh to finish off inside him.

"Please...Joshy..."

Josh had no choice. Cody was far stronger than him. He snapped his slim hips up and down with more force. Come on...he urged his orgasm, building slowly and torturously behind his toned abs...more...keep on Cody that's a good boy...yes...fuck yes...he kept his grunts as mannish as he could...a total contrast to when he was on bottom...he threw his head back as he went burning over the edge, crying out in ecstasy.

Cody just had the most satisfied grin on his pretty face as he felt Josh explode inside him. He felt so fucking complete. He giggled as Josh lay gasping for breath.

"Love you," he mewled, leaning down for more kisses.

"Love you too...little minx," Josh panted, playfully swatting that perfect ass cheek.

Cody's knees buckled and he stumbled gracelessly onto Josh.

"OOOF..."

He eased himself off and wriggled to lay beside his beloved. Hashtag jelly legs.

"Might have to call in sick to Raw, can't get my legs to work," he smirked.

"No Coddles. Not becoming of a champ."

"You can hide me here Joshy..." Big puppy dog blue eyes.

"No Coddles...stop it..."

"Pweeeeease..."

Blink blink. Sad face. Thumb in mouth.

"Cody."

"MUH!" Arms folded, massive pout.

Josh couldn';t help but laugh. Cody was the master emotional blackmailer. Even though it was playful.

Cody struggled to his feet. He walked a little bow leggedly (ow his ass hurt. In the best possible way) and opened the door.

WUFF!

Link was awake and wondering why he wasn't in his bed.

"Put something on!" Josh barked, "You'll scare him!"

Cody pouted and shut the door. He reached for his jockstrap and slipped it on. Modesty covered. Ass still cheekily out.

Josh sighed and shook his head.

Cody picked the puppy up and padded back into the bedroom. He held Link to his face before shooting the big sad eyes at Josh again.

Double puppy dog eyes. Josh could NOT resist that surely?

"Pweeease Joshy...Link's on my side...wook at dat wittle faaaace.."

"Cody Garrett Runnels."

"HARRRUMPH!"

"Behave. Your job is already at risk."

"Bitch I don't care. After all I've had TNA dick in me twice in the last twelve hours and both times jizzed the hardest I have in years."

"Language!" Josh snapped, "Not in front of Link!"

COdy pretended not to hear as he made a big fuss of the adorable retriever puppy. He had to find a collar like that for Pharaoh. Brandi would SO not approve though! He climbed onto the bed as Josh rummaged for some lounge pants. Enjoying the view of that bubble butt.

"Nice view huh Link," he giggled, "Your mommy is a hottie."

"Stop it!" Josh hissed, blushing as he pulled some lounge pants on.

"Nope. You missed me really Joshy."

"Yeah I did but not your corruption of innocent young minds."

"Link doesn't care do you boy? He should see how much his daddy loves his mommy."

Cody was absolutely besotted with this little pup. It was like their child. Josh should have named the pup Jody. After both of them. This was a snapshot of the dream post-wrestling future Cody had fantasised about. He wou;dn't have chosen Nashville but this was close enough.

"What you gonna do today?" he asked.

"Might walk round Memphis...don';t you quote the Cher tune at me, I saw what I just did," Josh said, placing his specs on, "I'm gonna go see if Paige is up."

"Hungry Link?" Cody asked the dog, "Let's go get you some food."

"Put something on!" hissed Josh.

"Nope."

"Coddles..."

"Mommy's so uptight," Cody said to the pup, following Josh out in just his jock.

Josh gave up and just resigned himself to shaking his head and 'disapproving' of Cody. He should cut the ravenette some slack. And that booty was popping. He headed downstairs and knocked on the guest room door.

"Knock knock? Hello?"

"Come in."

Cody pushed past Josh and opened the door, allowing Link to bound inside. Paige was sat at the dressing table, tying up her recently washed hair into a messy bun.

"Morning," he trilled, perching on the bed and crossing one never-ending leg over the other.

"Morning, surprised you can sit down," she teased.

"Cheeky," Cody said, "Ready for Raw?"

"As I ever will be," sighed Paige, "I watched Total Divas before bed. Wish I hadn't."

"Oh yeah, the Summer-Nattie car catfight," Cody said.

"Part of me sided with Natalya...that's so bad isn't it?" Paige confessed, "But the rest of me wanted to knock her out."

"That shit's all scripted you know," Cody said, picking Link back up.

"Looks like Rosa's going to snog Natalya next week, way to rub my snout in it," scoffed Paige.

"Rosa?" Josh paled, "SHe's into girls?"

"Yeah, did you not know...?"

"She used to bully both of us with Slater and Gabriel," explained Cody, "Well bully Joshy. She's gotten tolerable since rehab but I dunno."

"You guys hungry?" asked Josh, changing the subject.

"Nope," Cody smirked, getting to his feet and sauntering past Paige to ensure she got an eyeful of his naked, jock-framed ass.

"Not now I've just had an eyeful of cakes," smirked the former two time Divas champion, "Lucky Josh. That's an amazing arse. Can I smack it?"

"Go right ahead," Cody said, bending over jsut enough.

The young girl slapped that perfect smooth booty.

"Damn," she said, "Eden and Josh get to grab that every night."

"Correction, Joshy gets to fuck it," COdy smirked.

Josh was crimson and shook his head. Cody, as predicted, now he'd had the service he'd craved, was serving strong Sami Zayn tea.

"You and Sami are like peas in a pod," Paige remarked.

Cody's phone was going off.

WWEGraves StardustWWE Former WWE announcer realjoshmathews joins TNA, huh? Well that's rich.

#Hypocrite

"Ugh! What's he fucking tweeting me for?!" snarled Cody.

"WHo?" asked Paige.

"Whorey Graves."

Josh rolled his eyes.

He knew he shouldn't. And he couldn't at the moment. His notifications flashed once more.

RobbieEImpact WWEGraves realjoshmathews Oh look another unwanted bit of McMahon's trash. #WrestlingNotSportsEntertainment.

Really?

Josh was still unable to tweet for another couple of days. Not that he'd give those two losers the satisfaction by tweeting back. He knew the BroMans would have the knives out for him. A risk he was willing to take to get a regular paycheck again.

---

In a hotel in another part of Nashville, a redheaded Irishman's eyes flickered open and immediatley he jumped as he gazed back into a handsome, rugged, bald man's eyes.

Cesaro had been watching Sheamus sleep for the past ten minutes. LAst night was some epic sex. Better than Swagger. He hoped Sheamus hadn't gotten cold feet.

From: Barrett

Fucking hot as fuck mate. You rode him good you hungry slag ;) Wanked twice over it already.

Now Sheamus had absolutely no excuse to feel guilty.

Cesaro pecked the vermilion bristles.

"Morgen," he rasped.

"Alright," Sheamus replied, sitting up.

"Wade enjoyed the video," Cesaro smirked, rolling onto his stomach, his powerful, thickset, in-proportion hairy body visible. He cut a most delectable sight on the crisp white hotel sheets.

"Did he now?" asked Sheamus.

"As much as I enjoyed being in it," Cesaro replied, going for a kiss.

Sheamus returned it.

Cesaro smiled warmly.

"You're a big fella," Sheamus commented, indicating the Swiss' semi hard cock, "Sure you enjoy taking it more?"

"Been giving most of my life, nice to be on the receiving end," smirked the Swiss, "Just because I could break any one of your limbs doesn't mean I don't enjoy you in me. And I even made you a coffee."

He reached over to the bedside table and handed Sheamus a steaming mug of coffee.

"Thanks mate, wow aren't you domesticated," chuckled the Irishman.

"Lots you don't know about me," Cesaro rasped, straddling Sheamus. He had woken up with a huge hardon that refused to go down. Would Sheamus be up for another go?

Sheamus smirked.

"Keep those hormones under control manbag."

"Or what?" growled Cesaro, locking his thigs around Sheamus' sheet covered torso.

"I'm not totally yours to have," Sheamus reminded him, leaning to check his phone.

About four texts and snapchats from Wade.

From: Stuey

HOT AS FUCK VIDEO :O.

From: Stuey

Bet you're shagging him ragged still arent ya? Haven;'t wanked so hard to a vid in my life.

From: Stuey

This is the result.

Attached was a photo of Wade's abs with splashes of semen.

Sheamus chuckled. Wade was such a dirty bleeder. But it seemed he was encouraging this playing away with Cesaro thing. The Irishman had to admit it was bloody hot sex. He tapped a response.

To: Stuey

Morning ;) So you liked it then? He even made me coffee :P

Cesaro snatched the phone and leaned down to kiss Sheamus lustfully.

"Hey!" Sheamus protested.

"You can sext the wife later.." he growled, ripping the covers off the Irishman. He was like a man possessed. He began to grind against Sheamus, moaning and grunting.

Sheamus groaned back. Wow. The Swiss was absolutely hot for him! Sheamus was reminded of this rugby player he used to screw around with back in Dublin before he signed with WWE. Same build as Cesaro, total manly man but in the bedroom, a filthy slut.

He moaned as the Swiss jerked both their cocks together.

"Anyone...oh fuck...would think you've not had sex for ten years!" he grunted.

"You're the best fucking sex I've had in ten years Farrelly," snarled Cesaro, wriggling down to start hungrily sucking Sheamus off, "You've awoken something inside me.."

Wow.

The pound-for-pound strongest man in this company was completely in lust with Sheamus. Good job he and Swagger were only casual. But would Wade appreciate this? Did Wade have any idea that Cesaro was far keener on him than he first thought? Why was Wade so for this? Had he met someone back home?

Sheamus gasped as tight heat surrounded him suddenly, without warning. Powerful thighs pushed against his own. Cesaro's mouth in an O of grateful lust.

"You little...!" he gasped. The Swiss was taller and as thick as him, so less of the 'little' but Sheamus was the top here.

"Couldn't...resist," panted Cesaro, leaning close, his breath hot and ragged.

"You're bloody heavy," complained Sheamus.

"WHatever, you're fucking thick...now do me you hot bear," snarled Cesaro.

"Bear? You calling me fat Castignioli?" snarled Sheamus, a playful glint in his eyes.

"No!" gasped Cesaro. Sheamus did intimidate him a little. Part of the intense attraction for him.

"Get off me now!" snapped Sheamus, "On your hands and knees you manbag wearing faggot."

"Gonna play that are we?" snarled Cesaro, veins popping in his enormous ripped arms, relucantly climbing off the object of his desires.

Sheamus was turning himself on more and more. Wow this was fun. Cesaro was half scared, half defiant. But the Swiss was obeying him.

Wow.

What a sight.

Sheamus took a photo.

He sent it to Wade.

To: Stuey

Look at him! He's so up for it this morning! What shall i do? hashtag firstworld problems LOL ;)

Wade messaged back instantly.

From: Stuey

Oh fucking hell I'm out getting coffee! Just had to hide in the bogs. Spank his arse. Make him your bitch Ste. Oh man I want to see this so bad. Maybe...we could both DP him sometime :P

Whoa.

Sheamus was beginning to feel out of his depth. Wade was a dirty bloke and a half. How much of a latent slut was Cesaro? He was beginning to feel like a pawn in their game. Almost like Cesaro and Wade were in on this together...hmmmmm.

Cesaro was a mass of raging testosterone. He was fighting the urge to jerk off. Come on Sheamus, stop texting and give him some attention!

Sheamus had a better idea. He coated himself in lubricant and began to slowly line up behind Cesaro. He had the most incredible arse. He just oozed masculinity.

The Irishman slowly entered the Swiss. He was going be tender instead. Go against the grain.

"Ohhh yeah..." growled Cesaro as he was penetrated.

Sheamus pulled the taller man up so their bodies were entwined, and began to peck the back of that thick, sinewy neck. He moved in and out, cuddling the big Swiss as he fucked him.

Cesaro's growls petered out into deep, throaty groans of satisfaction. This just felt incredible. Sheamus was the fucking best. He turned and stole some kisses, groaning against the vermilion bristled lips.

"Like that mate?" Sheamus whispered huskily.

Cesaro nodded.

"Make love to me," he panted, unusually vulnerable.

Sheamus noted this. He felt sorry for the bloke. He was such a man's man and was probably hurt from the way Miz used him for so long but because of his strength, power and whom he was, felt like he couldn't feel pissed about it.

He pulled out.

"Turn around mate," he purred seductively, "Look at me not at that bloody wall."

Cesaro did so. He wriggled around and straddled Sheamus, slowly impaling his huge body on the Irishman once more, locking his powerful arms around the thick ivory neck.

"Ohhh fuck," grunted Cesaro. His prostate was being touched perfectly. This was nice. Really nice. So horny. And with someone he trusted.

"Yeah? You like that mate?" Sheamus whispered.

Cesaro nodded, eyes heavy.

---

Wade Barrett was in the shopping centre restrooms, watching the video of Sheamus and Cesaro yet again, fisting his cock. If someone caught him he'd have a lot of explaining to do. His other half and the Swiss made a bloody hot couple. He was a touch jealous. Especially as Cesaro had said he really fancied Sheamus. Like REALLY fancied him.

Their match last night was horny as fuck. When Sheamus had bellowed at Cesaro to hit him harder...Wade had to pause to take care of business yet again. He was frustrated as hell. Of course it helped that Cesaro was fucking hot too. He'd shag the Swiss in a heartbeat.

Knock knock.

Oh bloody hellfire.

He paused the video.

"Er...fuck off, I'm in here," he said, in a terrible American accent that was blatantly English-pretending-to-be-Yankee-Doodle.

"Likely story Bad News," came a deep raspy voice, "Why don't you blow that load up me instead?"

Oh NO.

BLOODY COREY GRAVES!

How did he know Wade was here?!

Was he stalking Wade? The Brit thought Graves had a new job at HQ?

He huffed.

"Leave me alone, stop bloody stalking me!" he spat.

"Day off sexy," Corey purred, "Open that door and let me take care of you."

"I wouldn't touch your dirty arse if you were the last one available on the planet!" Wade snapped.

"Whatever Barrett, your boyfriend is fucking a Swiss now. He's not into you anymore. So come to my place and I'll give you what need. I'm so willing."

"You're a dirty sket who's probably got every STi going!" Wade growled. How the HELL did Corey know about Sheamus and Cesaro?! Had he hacked Wade's iCloud or something?

"Don't listen to Zayn's bile, he's jealous cos his boyfriend blatantly wants me," Corey replied, "Come on Barrett."

Wade buckled up his jeans and opened the door.

The tattooed savior of misbehavior smirked at him, dressed in a tight vest and very tight skinny jeans that clung to every curve of his pert ass. Silver aviator shades adorned his stubbled face and smart tan espadrilles encased his feet, showcasing his slim bare ankles under the turnups of his skinnies.

"Well hey," purred Corey, "Looking hot and bothered today."

Wade nodded curtly.

"I've got stuff to do," he grunted.

"Course you have sexy Brit, me," Corey snarled, getting right in his personal space, his cologne (cheap) invading Wade's nostrils.

"If you don't get out my bloody way I'm reporting you for sexual harassment," snapped the Brit.

"We're not at work honey," Corey purred, "In a public place."

Wade snarled in frustration and shoved past the irritating ex NXT Tag Champion and out of the bathroom.

"You won't get far Bennett," teased Corey.

"Oh really, well I will drive the whole bloody freeway...hell I'll drive to bloody Memphis to get rid of you!" snapped Wade.

"Won't get a mile without these," smirked Corey, jangling some keys at him. He'd swiped Wade's car keys whilst he was on the phone in the coffee shop. Now he had Wade over a barrel. And he'd get the prime British beef he'd been craving for a while. He was sick of the booking staff's cocks.

"Give me those!" bellowed Wade.

"Magic word?" Corey teased.

"Please." snarled Wade.

"Have to do better than that," Corey replied, shoving them down the front of his jeans.

"You fucking..." Wade grabbed the front of his vest.

"Ohh WAde you animal," moaned Corey, "Come to my place and take all that aggression out."

"Give me my motherfucking keys you dirty little scrote."

"Oh WADE!" Corey was getting turned on by Wade's gutter mouth and rough Lancashire accent. He liked his men bad mouthed and rude. Mmmm; "Talk dirty to me...yeah..."

"You make me physically sick," spat Wade, "You give me my bloody keys this minute or I'll call the cops."

"Ooooh men in uniform, and it's not even my birthday," Corey smirked, "You'll have to get the keys yourself."

He turned to the wall, ass out.

What the hell was Wade to do?

---

"Ohhh...ohhh...fuck..." Cesaro was in heaven. He was riding Sheamus and kissing him frequently.

"Good man," Sheamus breathed, allowing Cesaro to run that callused hand through his hair.

"Can't..." Cesaro slipped into distinctly garbled German that was impossible to decipher...he was thundering close to the edge..couldn't stop himself...his growls grew louder.

Sheamus clung to the ripped back, holding the big fellow steady. Cesaro's thick hairy thighs were wrapped around him.

"Kiss me," Cesaro snarled.

Sheamus obeyed him.

Cesaro broke it and bellowed roughly suddenly, convulsing and exploding between their muscular bodies. Oh fuck it was intense...he couldn't stop it...fuck...

"Ich liebe dich..."

Oh shit.

His tongue had gotten loose.

Sheamus remembered that from German at school. Oh shit indeed.

"Like you too mate," he whispered, slapping Cesaro on the back.

"Sorry.." mumbled the Swiss.

"S'Ok," Sheamus said, "You got a bit carried away, that's all."

"You are fucking amazing," Cesaro growled, pecking Sheamus' lips once more, "Can I room with you after Raw?"

"Be rude to say no," smirked Sheamus, "What about Biff Tannen? What would he say?"

"Who cares about him, he's got a wife and child," Cesaro said, "And you're so much better in bed."

He was still hugging Sheamus.

"I had no idea you were this clingy," the Irishman teased.

"I'm not clingy!" snapped Cesaro, "I just like you!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking, loosen up mate," Sheamus said, "Hey...up ya get."

Cesaro climbed off him. He was hurt. Sheamus wasn't taking it seriously.

He stomped into the bathroom.

Sheamus followed him inside before the door got slammed in his face.

"Sorry mate...I didn't mean to offend you," he said.

"Fine," Cesaro sighed, "Didn't mean to be such a girl about it."

"Blokes have feelings, Christ...you show yours more than Stuey does," Sheamus said, "You can still break both my legs with one arm...I'm a bit scared of you if I'm honest."

"Same," confessed Cesaro, "That's what turns me on about you Farrelly. You're one of the few guys here who can match me in strength..plus the Irish temper."

"So accept my apology," Sheamus said, pecking him on the lips.

"If you scrub my back," Cesaro smirked, bending down to pick up a towel. Sheamus slapped that furry arse.

The Swiss smirked more as he switched the shower on.

---

Wade looked around him.

He could run for the hills. But how the hell would he get home now that little bastard nicked his car keys?

Or it was give in and shag that nasty whore JUST to get home again. Wade wouldn't touch Corey with a bargepole. He just looked dirty. He wouldn't even accept a condom from Corey because Wade was willing to bet Corey put holes in every packet. And plus Corey wasn't six foot plus, muscular and manly.

Wade bet Sheamus and Cesaro were bonking their arses off right now. What he'd give to be in a sandwich with those two. If it had been any other bloke Wade would have told them to fuck right off; Sheamus was HIS. But because the Englishman also wanted a piece of the rugged and super strong Swiss himself...it was strangely OK. Sheamus had jokingly said to screw Corey if the frustration got too much...

But Wade could also bother his arse jumping on a plane to Tennessee and seeing his Irish other half now his shoulder was healing up nicely. But ugh Miz would be there. And it might feel different with Cesaro and Sheamus in person. What if Cesaro turned out to be a clingy jealous harpy underneath his tough manly exterior and ended up beating the crap out of the Brit? Wade was a bareknuckle fighter but Cesaro might just have his arse beat in a true fight.

"Come on Barrett, you know you want your keys," purred Corey.

"Fuck off."

"Not very nice is it?" Corey padded over to him.

"Just give me the bloody car keys."

"Ask nicely or get them yourself."

"Give me those bastard keys."

He shoved Corey against the wall.

Shit.

Bad idea in front of people.

"Get back in those bogs." he growled.

"Ohhh WADE!" moaned Corey, "Anything you say!"

He rushed inside.

Wade stomped in after him.

Corey was in a stall, undoing his jeans.

"Come and get them," he moaned, "Open goal Barrett."

Fuck.

Wade will wash but he'll never be clean.

He unzipped Corey's tight jeans and saw there was a damp patch on Corey's skimpy...jockstrap. Yuck. Slag.

"Ohhh yeah...get your hands on me!"

"Shut up. Drop your knickers!"

"Yes sir!"

Corey tore his jock down, the keys jangling and glinting in the light. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum. Come on Wade, here he was, half naked, and turned the fuck on! What was WRONG with the Brit? No other man resisted Corey apart from Adrian Neville. Must be an English thing. Hard to get. Simon Gotch was a good fuck.

As was Troy McLain.

What a shame Bill DeMott caught them and had Troy fired.

But Corey did enjoy sex at the Performance Center. He knew he was untouchable. And although right now Corey was lusting after Barrett, the real big fish to catch was back at NXT. Fergal Devitt. Or Finn what-ever-he-was-calling-himself-now. Sami might have poisoned THAT hot Irishman against him initially. But give it some weeks. After all, Corey ALWAYS got what (and who) he wanted. No exceptions. But for now, this hot, angry English bull will do just fantastic.

Wade leaned over and grabbed his keys.

Corey pounced, shoving Wade against the wall.

"Get off," snarled Wade.

"You think I'll let you just take the keys? Come on Wade, back to my place? You'll feel better after you've blown a load up my ass."

"And they say romance is dead, no wonder your bloke left you and shacked up with Joel Redman," Wade spat.

Corey snarled, demeanour changing in a flash. NOBODY mentioned his beloved Jesse White! NOBODY!

He grabbed Wade by the throat.

"How fucking dare you! You know nothing about my relationship with him!" he cried, eyes flashing.

Whoa.

Wade was taken aback.

"Yet you think nothing of trying to break others up, slag," he spat.

"If you don't come back to my place, I'll tell Kevin Dunn you were spying on the NXT DIvas locker room."

"Please!" Wade snorted. Was this guy for real.

"Kevin trusts me," Corey sneered.

"I bet he does...when you suck his dick," snapped Wade.

"So?" smirked Corey, "I'm a go getter Barrett. Means my job is safe."

Wade shook his head.

He unlocked the door.

"I'm not messing Barrett," Corey said, "Come on. Just a little bit of fun? You're a red blooded man."

"Fine!" snapped Wade, "If it shuts you up!"

He could not tell Sheamus about it. And he was gonna buy a bloody condom. Super strength. Maybe double wrap if necessary. He padded to the vending machine on the wall to buy some.

Corey redressed himself. Yes. Yes. Yes! He got himself one hell of a fuck for the day! And Wade believed his stupid little blackmail.

He padded over to Wade.

"Hi!" he grinned.

"OK don't get too happy," Wade snapped gruffly.

"Yay!" Corey stole a sloppy kiss. Ugh his breath stank. Ugh why did he have to link arms with Wade? Now Wade couldn't even do a runner! He was stuck now. He was going to have to screw the cheap skankbag!

---

THe Interstate linking Nashville and Memphis was fairly busy but thankfully the weather was warm today. In the back of the car was the now ex-Divas Champion Paige, with a baby Labrador puppy on her lap.

"Thank you so much for driving us," she said, "I'll pay you some petrol money."

"Paige, I told you, you're a friend, I wouldn't make you pay your own travel," Josh Mathews said, "Seems silly. And I can stick two fingers up at all my haters."

"Kermit the fat frog will be sick as a pig," Cody Rhodes snarled, "Oh. Correction. He IS a pig. A cum pig. ANd an insult to highly intelligent animals like pigs."

"Meow," Paige remarked.

"Claws away Coddles," sighed Josh, "Don't go getting into trouble will you?"

"If he starts anything I won't be responsible for my actions Joshy," Cody said obstinately, gripping Josh's free hand harder and tighter.

"Same with Her Royal Shortness," Paige said, "I'm a split second away from slapping that bitch in the face."

"Don't blame you," Josh said, "But please...don't get yourselves in trouble."

"Tell you who else I'd like to kick in the face," snapped Cody, "Robbie E AKA the Pauly D slash Ryder knock off. I thought it was 2014 not 2010. Jersey Shore is SO four years ago."

"I can handle him," Josh said, "They're not all bad at TNA. Can we not get into this again?"

"Fine," Cody sighed, "But we're the ones who've gained Steen, Devitt and Kenta."

"Coddles..." Josh sighed.

"Sorry Joshy," Cody stopped himself. He needed to keep his feelings about TNA to himself. He was happy that Josh was working but WHY there? He didn't want to fall out with the man he loved again. But he wasn't happy about it; "What you gonna do once you've dropped us off?"

"Take Link for a little walk, maybe get some lunch before I head home," Josh said, "Got another meeting with TNA officials later."

Cody bit back the bile. No Cody. Don't piss Josh off. Get over it. Dustin worked there and you didn't get mad at him.

"Sure you can't hang around for a litlte while?" he pleaded.

"No Coddles, if you're seen with me..."

"Not like it's a secret you're my boyfriend," Cody replied.

"Fraternisation will get you punished and maybe fired," Josh replied, "You know Vince. Firing would be too easy. They'll humiliate and punish your ass off first. Is it worth it?"

"If it means I can see you again then yeah," Cody said fiercely.

"Well I want to see you on Raw tonight so try not to piss someone off honey," Josh said.

"Awww bless," Paige remarked, "Won't they tell you off at TNA?"

"They can't bug my TV," Josh said, "I still watch the product. If only to see what you two are up to. Nice to see Lay on TV last week."

"You need to see Lay," Cody said.

"Only if she's there," Josh replied.

Cody was busy texting her.

To: Lay

hi Lay, you at the arena yet? Get off yo new man's cock if your not :P

Buzz buzz.

From: Lay

You really know how to talk to a woman don't you ;) If you must know I got here 5 minutes ago. Where did you vanish to last night? xx

Tap tap tap.

To: Lay

Secret *monkey emoji* Will tell you when we get there :P Not with Brandi or Dustin BTW ;) x

From: Lay

Please tell me you haven't...

To: Lay

Haven't what *angel emoji*. Oooopss I appear to let this photo slip hahaha ;) x

He attached a selfie of himself and Josh holding Link taken this morning outside the house. He giggled cutely as he sent it.

From: Lay

WAIT WHAT?! You kept that quiet! Is he with you now? I want to see him if he is!

To: Lay

Ask me VERY nicely and you can see him *cute monkey emoji*.

"Car selfie!" he said as Josh slowed down at some traffic lights.

"Can we all fit in?" Paige said, leaning forward.

Josh leaned into shot as Cody took it from the front camera.

"Faaaaanks," he said, "For Lay."

"Coddles...be careful who you send stuff to," Josh said.

"I'm being careful," pouted Cody, texting the photo to Layla. And to Curtis with a 'HIIII!' message. And to Sami Zayn.

Curtis replied.

From: The Perfect Bestie

Oh heyy ;) Great match, congrats :)

To: The Perfect Bestie.

Miss you though :( I have so much news, will call you to explain the pic :) x

From: The Perfect Bestie

Doesn't take a genius. Also, been reading dirtsheets re: your man. BTW like my outfit? LOL x

A photo.

Curtis was standing in the mirror. A white jockstrap on, showing off his amazing ass. And a nurse's cap on his head. Nothing else.

"Omigod.." Cody breathed, "Curtis...!"

"What?" Josh asked, "Wait you said you were just sending it to Lay!"

"Curtis is my bestie," Cody pouted, "He won't tell. Look at this photo! He's Ryback's hot nurse!"

"Let me see!" Paige said.

"No. You're sensitive and female," Cody said, showing Josh.

"Holy booty, his just won't quit," Josh said.

"It's gotten bigger I swear," Cody said, "You could bounce quarters off that thing. Kim Kardashian eat your heart out."

"You might as well show me," Paige said.

"No! You're a sensitive Sapphic female," Cody said.

"HAve you forgotten who I am?" teased Paige, "I'm not some prissy little girl. I could wrestle you to the mat any day of the week. Now show me."

"Le sigh," Cody said, showing her the naughty photo of Curtis.

"Whoa..." she breathed, "He should insure that! I'm going to call him Kim from now on."

"Why?" asked Josh, giggling.

"Hello? Kim, big arse? Duh!"

"Ohh...yeah, sorry just watching that minivan, not paying full attention.."

"ANd doesn't it suck that Ryback injured his groin so he can't even fuck it," Cody said.

"I don't need to know!" squealed Paige.

Cody was tapping a message to Curtis.

To: The Perfect Bestie

HOT AF :O How you coping? Obvs Ryback can look but not touch :( lol x

From: The Perfect Bestie

He can touch ;) Just not with his cock :P I'm getting enough rewards for my nursing don't you worry bitch ;) No complaints on my bedside manner aha x

Cody giggled mischievously.

"Lemme guess, Curtis is telling you exactly what Ryback does to him?" Josh said.

"Oh yeah," Cody smirked, "If you say, get hurt at Total Nonstop Awful, and you need a nurse..."

Lascivious eyebrow wiggles aplenty.

"Stop it. Ladies and puppies present."

---

Memphis, TN

Two men were enjoying a nice lunch in one of the Country city's more upmarket bistros. Both smartly dressed. A blonde and a brunette.

The brunette's feet were surrounded by shopping bags.

The blonde was picking at some steamed chicken and veg.

The brunette had the most enormous plate of steak and fries. And a milkshake.

"Thank you for taking me shopping and to lunch Nicholas," simpered the brunette.

"It's cool bro," the blonde replied, "Kinda a date I suppose."

He reached for the brunette's hand who beamed, showing perfect white teeth. Awww. Dolph Ziggler and new Intercontinental Champion the Miz. Dolph was getting used to the more-than-just-bros-who-screw-one-another thing now and knew that to keep Mike The Miz happy was to be a gentleman in the street, a chef in the kitchen and a stud in the bedroom. Oh and be generous at paying up when eating out.

"I love you," Mike simpered, removing his flashy designer shades to fix those big blue eyes on his beloved. Jack WHO?

"Luvs ya too," Dolph replied. He was trying to be suave. He was a smart, smooth talker anyway but he needed to keep it classy when they were out and about. He wanted to know if Mike really did dig flowers and chocolates or was it just part of his 'chickification' fetish? Ah. He had an idea. He pulled Mike's tanned hand to his lips and kissed it. Man he felt cheesy.

But the smile on Mike's face widened even more. He took a sip of water before leaning towards Dolph and claiming his lips in the middle of the restaurant. He didn't care if they were seen. He was having an Awesome time. And this steak was fucking good. Sure Dolph ribbed him about carb content but he knew Mike liked his food. Dolph was the slender athlete. Mike was the cuddly chunky bear.

Dolph was wining and dining his man to make up for their early start (and empty stomach cardio workout) which meant the morning sex couldn't happen. Mike ahd been SO pouty.

"So er...what do you make of Ambrose being back?" Mike asked, "You know, your ex."

"He's not my ex, just someone I fooled around with a few times," Dolph said.

"Why Nicky? He's fucking Reby Sky with a dick. He's classless, trashy and dirty!"

"Where's this come from?" asked Dolph.

Mike had been so happy last night. Not mentioned Dean's return at all.

"Now he's here will you want him again?" pouted Mike.

"No, don't be silly," Dolph said.

"He's nice and slim," Mike said sadly, "Truth time. It's why I hate him...cos he went after Jake...and he's got such a nice body when I'm fat..."

"Stop, stop," Dolph raised his hand, "Quit beating yourself up bro. For starters you're in really good shape; so what if you're bigger than a few of the other dudes? You're not the biggest guy in the locker room. I fucking love having you around me and in my bed. What's the deal man?"

Mike smiled a little.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Wanna prove it to me?" grinned the Awesome One.

"Right now? We're in the middle of eating."

"CHECK!" Mike barked suddenly.

"OK, guess not."

Mike leaned across the table and stole a messy kiss.

"Control yourself," chuckled Dolph.

Once they got the check (Mike leaving an extra large tip for both leaving half the meal and because the waiter had a cute butt) the two Cleveland natives headed back to the rental.

"We haven't got a hotel," Dolph said, "It's straight on the road after Raw."

"We don't need one," Mike said, grinning, "Get back to nature?"

"Jesus man, you're naughty," Dolph smirked.

"I like alfresco loving," Mike simpered, "The grass against my skin, sound of the wind in the leaves..."

"Won't be able to hear it over your screams," smirked Dolph.

"I can be sensual and quiet," Mike said, reaching over to stroke the elder man's crotch.

"Jesus man...not at a red light."

Mike knew Memphis fairly well and directed his lover slightly out of town. Towards some woods. They had plenty of time. Oh sure enough there was a layby. He instructed Dolph to park up and lock the rental.

"If someone steals that," Dolph said.

"We'll be fine," Mike beamed, climbing out and grabbing the pert backside of his boyfriend, "I love you Nicholas."

"Loves ya too," DOlph chuckled, "Even if you're a horny ass 24/7."

"Honeymoon period sweetie," Mike grinned, pecking his lips some more, "C'mon..."

He took Dolph's hand and dragged him into the woods. Mike had had sex in these very woods before. So he knew where was a nice peaceful spot. He'd taken Cesaro in here when they were dating. He might have even taken Josh Mathews in here back in 2011. He found his spot. Hehe. He began to remove his expensive designer shirt and jeans, carefully laying them out before settling down in his sexy Aussiebum briefs (which gave him a bit of a muffin top but that was OK), laying down to catch some rays, keeping his shades on. He lay his title beside him.

Dolph admired the sight. He was happy that his chief broski/lover was getting more comfortable in his own skin now. He took a photo.

Mike rolled over, slowly and naughtily onto his stomach, arching his back a little, curvaceous ass up.

"Come sit with me Nicky," he purred, "Feel free to get undressed. Lovely day."

Dolph shook his head, chuckling as he undressed. He lay his own clothes out in the same manner Mike had and lay next to him, opening his arms, allowing Mike to rest his head on his toned chest, peppering the gelled hair with kisses. Dolph was getting more comfortable with Mike as his lover as time went on.

"Could lie here all day," Mike breathed, "I'm so happy Nicky. You've made me so happy. Made me get over unobtainable lugs."

"S'what I'm here for," Dolph said, smiling a little as Mike took his hand.

"I love that they had us feud," Mike whispered, "I'd like it even more if we were a tag team. Truth looks good in your gear."

"Yeah suppose he does," Dolph said, "I think you'd work my clothes like a boss."

"I have my own tiny silver lame shorts," giggled Mike, "Next time we're in LA, I'll wear them for you. They show every curve of my booty."

"I bet they do," snickered Dolph as Mike climbed atop him, kissing him on the mouth, whining cutely.

"I might be a bearcub but I can move on the dancefloor," Mike purred, "I'll give you a lap dance. Ryse took me pole dancing. I'm quite good at it."

Dolph was so fucking hard. That was the perfect marriage. A hot blonde chick who taught him how to be sexy for his men.

"What does she make of you and me?" he asked.

"She said I should have hooked up with you years ago," Mike whimpered, grinding against him, "Oh Nicky..."

He crawled down that perfect slender body and deftly bit on Dolph's boxer waistband, pulling them down his legs.

"Oh fuck man.." groaned Dolph, "Still can't believe you got my ass out last night."

"You've got such a perfect ass," moaned Mike, "I want one like yours."

Dolph spanked Mike. That curvy booty needed NO improvement. It was the most fuckable ass Dolph had ever seen. If they had a match tonight he was going to grab Mike's tights. Mike had NO tanlines. He liked to sunbathe (and fake tan) stark naked. He had no shame.

Mike kneeled up and removed his own briefs so both guys were now ass-naked in the middle of this Memphis wood. Birds singing. A breeze wafting through the leaves. He then rolled onto his back, legs spread.

"Come here Nicky," he moaned, smiling big.

Dolph gently took Mike's expensive shades off and placed them safely aside before climbing onto him, kissing his neck, before slowly making his way down that chunky abdomen, using one hand to caress inside those thick, soft thighs and balls, enjoying the cute little gasps Mike was making.

"In my pants is the lube," Mike whispered, "I just want you inside me Nicky. No foreplay. Don't go athletic on me...be gentle."

"Course, anything you want," Dolph rasped, leaning over to rummage inside Mike's jeans. A sachet of lube. He tore it open with his teeth and coated two fingers, before scissoring Mike's tight opening, silencing the small screams with kisses.

"What if," Dolph broke the kisses, "We end up covered in bug bites?"

"Occupational hazard sweetie," purred Mike, beaming.

Dolph kneeled up and began to coat himself as Mike rested his legs on his shoulders. He slowly lined up and entered.

"Ohhhhhh..." whimpered Mike, keeping it sensual and quiet. Not trashy. He loved being loud but outside even he had his noise limits.

"Damn bro...you're so fucking ready," moaned Dolph, sliding all the way inside that beautiful round ass.

"Oh Nicky...please..."

Mike wrapped his legs around the slender blonde as Dolph began to move. Oh wow. He was the best sex ever when being 'athletic'...even better when taking it slow. Small screams left the chunkier, younger man's lips as he just embraced the full on assault on all five of his senses.

The cool fall breeze against his soft moisturised skin.

The scent of fresh air, grass, leaves and Dolph's cologne.

The taste of Dolph's kiss on his lips.

The solid muscular body against his.

The stabbing of his prostate in just the very spot that drove him crazy.

That handsome face looking down at him.,..loving him.

He reached up and stroked his beau's face.

"I love you," he mouthed, "So much."

He was head over heels.

Dolph was grunting and moaning huskily, offsetting Mike's little screams. Mike was writhing his hips in response to the elder man's thrusting, feeling this totally. He was being touched just right. He was going to come very soon. Dolph ALWAYS made him cum. Every time they had sex. Cesaro only 90% of the time got him to come. Swagger had given him explosive orgasms too. Josh? Pfft. Rhodes must have low standards in bed.

Mike looked up at the trees and blue sky above him. Oh yes. More. Bit more. Ohhh fuck...he was getting close.

He arched up some more, allowing Dolph to run his hands down his back. Oh man. This angle was almost unbearably good. 45 degrees. If Dolph could support his weight..

Dolph could. Mike looked so delicious on the end of his cock. He was such a game dude. And so responsive. His ass felt so good to fuck. And what the heck, Dolph loved the high-maintenance fucker a hell of a lot. Dolph's abs were rock solid, and this was only helping tone them more, supporting 230 pounds of Miz.

"Nickeee...gonna...oh baby I'm going to...don't stop...please..."

Dolph just grinned. What an ego boost when you could make a dude nut without jerking it. Mike's arms flew around Dolph's neck as he threw his head back and cried out, exploding all over himself...and his title, laying beside their coupling bodies.

---

Dean Ambrose was at the arena. He was changing into his black vest. He felt pretty sexy in a black vest. And these jeans made his ass look good. He was really gaining in self confidence now. And he didn't need some asshole using his body to do it. Dean missed having a man in his bed though. But the only man he wanted now (his crush on Cody had been shortlived and common sense had caught up with him shortly after) was a) feuding with him and b) didn't want him anymore.

He padded to the mirror above the sink.

Was he alone?

He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them. These red briefs hugged his ass and showed it off nicely. What a shame nobody was there to compliment it. He took a photo anyway, flexing and puckering his lips.

He sent it to Cody with the accompanying message.

Got these in Vegas. Look good? ; )

Cody responded.

Dean...I told you...stop. I like you but not in that way. Anyway. I'm taken.

A photo. The same car selfie showing Paige and Mathews. Wait Mathews was in town? No wonder Cody hadn't returned his call this morning.

Dean replied anyway.

I know...so your dry spell's over now huh? ;) Only wanted your opinion on the underwear BTW. Not trying to come onto you.

From: Codes.

Oh I see...and yeah it has hehehe ;) Ass is sore today LOL :P Undies are banging. You never know, if Seth catches a glimpse of you in those he might come round ;)

To: Codes

If only :( And thanks. Want an ice pack to sit on when U get here then ;)

Dean was glad he hadn't managed to fuck this friendship up. And that Roman was still talking to him. He'll try and visit Roman in hospital before the next show.

Dean had a semi. just from talking about sex. Actually. Fuck it. He took his jeans off. Wander around in these. Be a touch liberating. Not Miz the hot mess though. He won't come onto people. It covered his ass cheeks. Barely. And he was going to keep the vest on. If people complimented him then it was all good.

He sighed and sat down on the bench just as the door opened.

"Afternoon Ambrose," came the goofy voice of one John Cena, flanked, of course, by Randy Orton whose arm was linked in his. Relationship like that please.

"Looking good," rasped Randy.

"Younger models Randal?" teased John, casually taking his shirt off and spraying his huge body down with deodorant. Randy visibly swooned and stumbled clumsily. Dean snickered. It was kinda nice to know that even a douche like Orton was human underneath. He had hung out with him a few times.

"Quit that," mumbled Randy.

"Trust Carrano to give us a match tonight huh," John smirked, flexing in the mirror, "Anyone would think I wanted to get my hands on you after Rollins scuppered me."

Randy gulped.

"In fact," John said, "I think SOMEBODY went and badgered him. Am I right?"

"Maybe...I'm gonna go grab a smoke," rumbled Randy, getting to his feet and stumbling out of the locker room. Guilty as sin. John chuckled and pulled his shirt back on.

"How are you anyway Ambrose?" asked John, "All set to beat Rollins' ass. Look man, it's no secret about you two."

"Uh-huh," Dean said, "Still miss him."

"He's been hanging around like a wet weekend in the Midwest the whole time," John said, "Does he really not want to know?"

"No," Dean said, "But I suppose my er...reputation precedes me."

Oh God. What if John thought Dean was after him next? Dean was sat on the bench with his brief clad legs open! He was surprised Randy didn;'t smash his head into the wall!

"Sort of," admitted John, "I don't mess around anymore."

"I wasn't...oh God...I didn't mean to look like I was trying to come onto you," babbled Dean, "Was just getting dressed."

"Hey, hey, don't be so jumpy, it's cool," John said, "You're a nice kid and talented as fuck. But you're not my type anyway."

"Good to know," Dean mumbled, "I'm not interested in anyone else anyway."

"You should talk to him. Any idiot can see he misses you."

"I miss him like crazy. It was my stupid-ass fault he left anyway."

He got to his feet and padded to the mirror again, sparying more cologne on himself. He did feel a bit self conscious.

Randy re-appeared and spotted pantless Dean stood next to John.

RAGE.

"Coming to get some food?!" he spat.

"I thought nicotine was meant to make you less grumpy," John flashed him the dimples.

"Well I didn't expect to see tarts with no pants throwing themselves at you!" snarled Randy.

Dean glowered at him.

"I was not! Asshole."

"I know you Ambrose. You'll try it on with ANYONE. Especially taken men."

"Randal, stop being jealous, he was just talking about stuff with me."

"And I bet I know what! Look at him, flashing his ass in panties too small!" spat Randy. Dean was five years younger than him and had some hot legs and a nice pert ass. The old insecurity had reared its ugly head.

"You need an ass to wear these," pouted Dean.

"Ladies, ladies," John said, "Randal, let's go talk somewhere, huh?"

He ushered the angry Viper out of the room. He could handle pissy!Randy. It wasn't a day in the life of John Cena if he didn't have to clear up the aftermath of an Orton tantrum once a day after all. It had been the one constant (apart from the killer sex and perfect date nights, manly of course) in their thirteen-year relationship.

Dean had to admit though if John was single...well who wouldn't want that huge man in their bed? Orton was lucky as fuck. But he wasn't Seth. Nobody was Seth. He padded back to his bhags and decided to pull his jeans on. He felt silly and with his reputation as professional wrestling's easiest lay, probably best to stay covered up. He decided to grab some water. He shoved past someone just walking into the locker room.

"Sorry.." he mumbled.

And then froze.

"Hey," Seth sighed.

"Hi," Dean mumbled, folding his arms.

"Look...Jon...this is stupid man," Seth said, "We've gotta carry on working together."

"I thought you made your feelings perfectly clear Colby," spat Dean, "Both before I left and last night."

"Slept shitty last night," admitted Seth, "Look...maybe I was wrong."

"Damn straight you were," Dean snapped, "I mean it when I say I haven't so much as text a guy who wasn't Carrano, Rome or Cody the whole time. Oh and the director. I'm not that guy anymore."

"But why Jon? Why do you sleep with everything in pants? Do you want to be remembered in shoot inteviews as the office bike?"

"No!"

"So why?"

"I don't know...easier than being alone...don't get hurt."

"You're just a substitute for their hands Jon."

"Yes I know. Thanks for reminding me how undateable I am!"

"I dated you," Seth said.

"Yes. And then threw me in the trash for a main event push."

"They told me to keep it secret!"

"Whatever."

Seth huffed, rolling his eyes and tossing his briefcase to the lino with a loud clang. Round and round the same worn-out circles every time. This was the thing. They fought post-breakup about the same old shit. How Seth had put his career before his relationship with Dean. He was getting sick of having to explain himself every damn time. Couldn't Dean just pull his head out of his ass and accept he got the wrong end of the stick! He thought Dean knew the business better than that!

"Look," he sighed, "All we've done is go round and round the blame loop. OK. I should have told you. I was an idiot. But you needed to stop being so insecure and snappy. We both fucked up royally. That what you want to hear?"

"Fine."

"Need more than that Jon."

"Fine! I was stupid, OK?"

"Sure you're not pregnant?"

Seth's poor attempt at a joke to lighten this ridiculous situation.

"Very funny Colby," snarled Dean, "I suppose your next punchline was 'who's the daddy'?"

"I was only trying to lighten things up."

"Well don't. Unless you think our whole relationship was a joke? Maybe that's why you dated me? What was it then huh? Did you place a bet with your Ring Of Honor bros to see who could tie Rated E For Easy down? Nice. Thanks a lot. I'm just a bet huh?"

Seth rolled his eyes. Dean really had such low self esteem. And such a low opinion of him now.

"No! I did no such thing! How dare you!"

"Whatever Rollins. Maybe I'm through with you now."

Seth couldn't help it. The words spilled from his mouth before he could fully engage his brain.

"Why, who's your next target? Devitt? Steen? Fandango?"

SLAP.

Seth was knocked back with one heck of a bitch slap. Cody's influence really showing on Dean now.

"I;m...sorry..." Seth was furious with himself as he held his stinging cheek.

"Asshole. Fucking asshole."

"Please...look I didn't mean it..."

"If you didn't mean it, why say it?!"

"This is ridiculous," Seth tried one more time, "Round and round in circles. Look...Jon...I still love you. There. I admitted it. No more barriers."

Dean froze. All of a sudden he couldn't fight back. He'd been totally disarmed.

"You...what did you say?"

"I said. I still love you God damn it. Even after you made it your aim to fuck half the roster after you broke up with me."

"I...I...just wanted to feel wanted..."

"You never let me explain," Seth got to his feet, knowing he'd probably regret getting too close to the hot-tempered Cincinnati native, "You just jumped to conclusions. As usual."

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll tell you everything. Like before."

"You better mean that Colby. Because I still love you..."

"C'mon Jonny, don't cry man. Doesn't suit you."

"Allowed to have feelings. Even the lunatic fringe has them you know."

"Yes I know..." Seth went for total broke and pressed his lips to Dean's. He was either going to get a fist in his face or a kick in the nuts.

But Dean was too busy kissing back, making little squeaks at the back of his throat. Seth had never seen him so vulnerable. He'd finally broken down that hard exterior. He ran his hands through Dean's tousled hair...down that slim back...on that delicious ass, unfortunately much used by many douchey indie wrestlers in the past, not to mention the self serving pricks here.

Dean broke the kiss, chest heaving in and out. Eyes sparkling. A huge smile on his face.

"So we cool?" Seth asked.

"Just kiss me again damnit..."

Seth stroked Dean's stubbled face before resuming making out with him...forgetting where they were, he began to kiss down that neck, Dean whimpering, his hands massaging Seth's jean clad butt.

"Ohh..." moaned Dean, "Colby...I've missed you so much.."

"Missed you too," grunted Seth, still kissing Dean's neck.

Dean was getting turned on. Oh if Seth could take him right now...

"I've got new underwear," he whimpered, "Wanna see..?"

Seth paused.

"Fuck yeah," he grunted, brains in his pants.

Dean caught himself. No. Much as he wanted to rip his clothes off and mount Seth right here, he was making himself look once more like a cheap and easy fuck. How did he know Seth wasn't just talking a good game so Dean would drop his pants?

He wriggled away.

"What's the matter?" asked Seth.

"How do I know?" Dean said sadly, "How do I know you want US back or you just want to blow one up me?"

"How romantic," Seth snarked.

"Well I don't know do I? You haven't had any in ages. Here's me. You probably thought, let's chat the ex up a little so I can get him into bed!"

"Oh jeez Jonny...what kind of asshole do you think I am..."

"Well you called me a whore often enough..." Dean folded his arms, "If you really mean what you say, don't touch me again until Raw wraps tonight."

"What you mean Jonny is you need to shave your legs." Seth shot him what he hoped was a jovial smile.

Dean went pink. And laughed nervously. Damnit Seth. Still making him laugh.

"Not funny Colby. Still mad at you."

"You think I never found out you shave yours? I used to find your lady shaves in the bin! ANd your buds with Rhodes. Do you swap grooming tips?"

Dean was giggling. GIGGLING. He never giggled.

"Stop it..." he said coyly.

Seth was enjoying this. Getting Dean to loosen up. Laugh at himself a little. Bring him out that depressive shell.

"Why? Why huh?" Seth edged closer and began to tickle Dean, causing the elder man to break into husky chuckles, totally smashing his gloomy exterior, "What does Cosmo magazine say? LEgs like silk always keeps a man?"

"You're an ass...I'm not a chick."

Dean couldn;'t speak as Seth continued to tickle him. In a minute he'd wake up and still be on the road or something. This was too good to be true. And Seth's cologne smelled amazing. He took a big risk and jumped onto Seth.

"Whoa..." the Armenian stumbled back under the sudden extra weight, "Easy tiger.."

"Carry me," Dean said, "You wear leather pants. Officer and gentleman."

"You need to stop watching Total Divas," smirked Seth.

"I do NOT."

"Yes. You do."

"Fine. Mainly to see that I haven't appeared again. My only appearance being filling my maw with chicken wings."

"Sounds about right to me."

"Quit it."

Seth heaved to he was carrying Dean bridal style. Hey, why not? Seth was strong enough. And their biggest problem was not enough of the romance stuff. He was gonna make Dean happy this time. Make the guy love himself. And also, those crazy ass Tumblr girls will run a mile if they found out Dean Ambrose shaved his legs for Seth Rollins...

"Whatcha smirking at?" Dean asked, getting quite comfortable, watching the breeze blocks flash by as Seth carried him.

"Just imagining the scary fangirls ransacking your apartment to steal some of your used underwear and finding Venus razors in your trashcans."

"I hate you."

"It should get them off your back, right?"

"Never thought of that. By the way your cologne smells amazing...is it new?"

"Gaultier...just fancied smartening a bit out of work now I carry that case everywhere."

"It's nice..." Dean buried his head into Seth's neck to inhale some more. Awww.

Seth carried all 200 plus pounds of Dean into the parking lot. Crossfit paying off after all.

Another rental was pulling in and switching off. Out climbed Ziggler and Miz. Dean looked up just in time and froze. Yuck. His ex fuck and his bitter enemy. Together. Cody was right. it was almost incestuous. They deserved one another.

Dolph avoided the glare of Rollins as per usual and stomped past without a word, not even noticing Seth had arms full of Dean.

Miz however, did. He folded his arms and scowled.

"Problem?" Seth spat.

"I thought you had a brain Rollins, dumping that piece of trash," Mike said, "You might want to get an STD test."

"Takes one to know one," Dean hit back, climbing down, "Surprised Ziggler's hasn't fallen off."

"After being in your toxic ass?" screeched Mike, "Why did you come back? Nobody likes you!"

"I really don't care to hear anything you've got to say," Dean said, keeping his voice low, "Haven't you got some wallets to rinse or married men to chase?"

Mike wasn't getting a rise out of Dean. Ugh.

"The same married men you chase? DUnno why I bothered if Jake was into you. He obviously has low standards. As does Rollins."

Seth just scowled.

"Isn't Swagger banging your ex now Miz?" he said.

Mike's eyes popped. He was choosing to not think about THAT.

"THEY'RE WELCOME TO EACH OTHER!" he screamed shrilly, "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He ran after Dolph as fast as his chunky legs would carry him.

"Wow you didn't slit his throat," Seth remarked.

"It's what the fat slut would have wanted," Dean said, "He doesn't threaten me. He's right in a way. I'm not better than he is. And we both had the same guys. Kinda gross."

Seth had a jealous burn in his chest.

"Yeah..."

"All in the past..." Dean said, turning to Seth and kissing him, "Forget the past.."

"Yeah.." Seth sighed, "Just be careful though...don't go upsetting Miz. He strikes me as the kind who'd go running to management. And also, don't pick fights with Axel when he gets back."

"I won't...Cody says I should sort my beef out with him. I just didn't appreciate the way he came onto you like that in front of me."

"I know...I legit had no idea how to take it.."

"You can take me instead," smirked Dean.

"Calm it," Seth said, "Not in the parking lot."

"Wouldn't dream of it Colby," Dean said, leaning on the post, ass out, showing the waistband of his new red briefs. His jeans slipped a little.

"Tease," Seth said, "Damnit Jonny will you ever get back into trunks?"

"I could but if I wrestle you i'll just get too turned on.."

"Jesus will you quit that...there's fans lurking.."

"Give them something to see then," panted Dean, whipping around and making out fiercely with Seth, moaning loudly against his lips. Seth kissed back. Wow this was a fucking rush. So naughty.

---

The car pulling in screeched to a halt.

"What?!" the driver exclaimed to the passenger who'd ordered him to slam the brakes on.

"That's..,...Omigod...Dean and Seth...when did they get back together?" Cody cried, "Wow guess my advice worked after all."

"What, flash Seth his knickers?" Paige laughed.

"Well correct me if I'm wrong but those two guys making out over there...you tell me that's not Seth's two tone hair?" Cody said, slipping his lenseless glasses on, "Imma go look."

"Coddles NO!" Josh Mathews said, "If I'm caught here..."

"C'mon Link, wanna go for walkies?" Cody said, taking the little blonde retriever puppy from Paige.

She and Josh exchanged looks. Cody was going to get all of them a major telling off and possibly fined. But the ravenette was already attaching the pup's lead to his collar and opening the car door.

"There ya go boy...walkies!" Cody walked extremely fast towards Dean and Seth who by now had stopped making out like freshmen and were celebrating their little operation of getting rid of loiterers.

Link's nostrils were in overload as he snuffled all the new smells of his new surroundings. Oooh new people. Snuffle snuffle.

WUFF!

"Hey, a pup," Seth said.

"Hello..." Dean leaned down to pet the adorable little blonde animal, "Where did you come from...you lost?"

"No...he's not lost.." Seth said, "Should have known...hi Rhodes...is he a sniffer dog for gay gossip?"

"Nope," Cody said innocently, picking Link up gently, "So...back together at last. Yay."

"Trust you," Dean said, but he was grinning from ear to ear, "I didn't even need to show him my briefs.."

"What?" Seth said.

"He text me, told me to walk around in my new underwear and it'll make you come round," Dean smirked.

"So...tell me tell me tell me..." Cody was like a child who couldn't sit still.

"Simple...we talked...properly...and I finally pulled my head out my ass," Dean said, leaning his head on Seth's shoulder.

"Gotta say," Seth said, "Thanks man. You've been the one whose shoved us back to reality. Should have listened to you before."

"I told you Seth," Cody said, "I only did it because I care. Hated seeing Dean so low."

"Never mind all that, who's the pup?" Dean said, "Hang on...he was in that photo.."

Josh and Paige had caught Cody up, Josh now wearing shades instead of his glasses.

"Hi," Paige said.

"Oh hey Mathews, thought you were fired," Seth said.

"Don't...I'm not supposed to be here," Josh said, "Just when people go running off..."

"Sowwy," Cody turned and held Link to his face to shoot the double-puppy-dog-eyes, "Got excited."

Josh shook his head and Paige giggled.

Dean and Seth watched incredulously. Well, Dean was once more thinking 'relationship like that please'. Seth was now picturing Dean trying and failing that on him. Dean was hot but didn't have childish features like Rhodes and could NOT pull that off at all.

"May I have my dog back now Coddles?" Josh said.

"OUR dog," Cody pouted, maintaining a hold on the puppy.

"Our dog who lives in my house," Josh said, and catching the confused looks of the ex-Shield, "I moved to Nashville."

"Did you watch Night Of Champions?" asked Seth.

"Most of it," Josh replied, "I probably should get going...if anyone sees me..."

"So, we don't mind," Dean said.

"I do, I'm not having any of you getting into trouble.."

"Oh quit bellyaching and come and get a coffee," Paige said, "Stick two fingers up at Little Miss Bitchface."

"AJ," Seth said to Dean's confused look, "Don't go there."

"Yeah, DON'T," spat Cody, "I'd love for her to just walk by right now."

"Why?" Josh said, "She'll only have you fired."

"I'll just knee her in the mush," Paige said, "I don't care. She can say what she likes about Summer and me now."

Now Dean AND Seth were confused. Dean knew about Paige and Summer but not about their breakup and Seth certainly had no idea about the two divas.

---

A few feet away, AJ Lee, new Divas Champion (for the third time now), was locking her rental car, carrying her case and title. It was so irritating having to stop to take photos with fat virgin fans but the no touching policy made it somewhat tolerable. She sauntered across the dry, rocky parking lot towards the arena. She spotted the long black hair of Paige stood with a few others...ugh. Cody. Ambrose. ROllins. And who was that? Short, spiky hair. Wait. AJ knew that sleeve tattoo ANYWHERE. Why was HE HERE? She'd seen to it that he was never to be seen on WWE property ever again! Why was he there? Did he not know she meant business?

She swaggered over. SHe was not having that.

"This is private property Lomberger and you are tresspassing," she chirped, keeping her voice sweet and girlish.

Paige curtseyed mockingly.

"What can we do for you mlady?" she snarked, "Do you need your Chuck Taylors cleaned?"

"Oh Paige, my sweet little English loser, who can keep a title reign going as well as she can keep a girlfriend," smirked AJ, "You know that fraternisation with rival promotions can result in severe sanctions?"

"What's your problem?" Seth asked.

"Also, Rollins, being seen breaking kayfabe in full view of the WWE Universe can result in a burial or end of a push," AJ sneered, rounding on him.

"What are you, a robot?" Dean put in.

"Taken your meds today Dean?" AJ shot him the most innocent girlish smile which screamed malice.

"I don't need meds!" Dean protested, "It's just a gimmick."

"I meant for AIDs," AJ said.

Cody went rigid, shaking with fury. He'll KILL that bitch.

Dean rolled his eyes. She didn't bother him. I mean really? Get a more original joke.

"Look sweetheart, you have anything useful or you just going to stand there talking shit?" snapped Paige.

"All of you will be sorry," AJ said, before turning to Josh, her favourite to pick on of all, "As for you. I happen to have friends at your new place of work. Wouldn't it be a royal shame if Dixie was to find out you were sighted here?"

"Why are you talking to me, doesn't that count as fraternisation?" Josh hit back, refusing to be intimidated.

"I have a problem with little faggots who give my husband attitude," AJ snapped, "So why don't you take your little legs and get right back to TNA."

Cody had seen enough. She had taken shots at his friend and most importantly his boyfriend. Did she really think he was going to stand and take it?

"Link, that girl there is a bad person," he whispered in the little pup's ear, "Bad people are trees. I want you to pee on her. We don't like bad people. Go pee. Good boy. Good boy."

WUFF!

Cody placed the cute little puppy on the ground and he scampered over to curiously snuffle the new girl. And then cocked his tiny leg and peed all over her Converse All Stars.

"WHAT THE...that little RAT!" she aimed a kick at the puppy who was several paces ahead and avoided it easy.

Cody picked him up and kissed his soft head.

"Good boy Link, good boy..."

"YOU'LL BE SORRY LISPY!" screamed AJ, "These shoes were bespoke and a gift from my husband! YOU CAN PAY FOR NEW ONES!"

"Wash it," Paige said as though AJ was educationally sub normal.

"Actually, he's my dog," Josh smirked, gently prising his pet from a reluctant Cody, "Who's a good boy then?"

AJ rounded on him and slapped him hard in the face before storming away, revenge on her mind.

Seth and Dean had been snickering the whole time.

"Watch you don't trip your ladyship!" Paige catcalled after her.

"I really should get going before one of the road agents see me," Josh said, placing Link on the ground and re-attaching his lead, "Dean..Seth...see you later..."

He offered his hand to them. Both of them gave him a bro handshake.

"LAters man, by the way, rocking the beard," Seth said.

"See you later, traitor," Dean smirked.

Cody looked like a kicked puppy. No. He didn't want Josh to leave. Who cared if he was seen?

"At least wait for Layla," Paige put in, "Awwwww...wook at baldy's wittle face...hang around for a bit longer."

"I'd love to but I don't want to be fired again before I've even debuted," Josh said, hugging her, "If you see her, tell her I'll call her. Text me."

"Will do."

Josh nodded at Dean and Seth once more before padding back towards his car.

Cody took off after him.

"You can't just go.." he pouted.

"Coddles, I don't work for WWE anymore," sighed Josh.

"No you work for the budget brand knockoff," snapped Cody.

Josh gave him a withering look as he unlocked the tailgate to place his pup in the back.

WUFF!

Pissed off brown eyes.

"Stop it," Josh said, "We have to get home."

WUFF!

Big sad eyes at Cody who returned them. In fact Cody looked close to tears. Bottom lip trembling dangerously. He was like a little kid. A kid who'd been bundled off to summer camp for the first time.

Cody bared his teeth and made the Stardust hiss.

"What was that?" Josh said, closing the tailgate and safely encasing his puppy inside.

"Stardust doesn't approve," Cody pouted.

"Stop it..." Josh said.

Cody fiercely suffocated Josh with an enormous hug, nuzzling him.

"Skype me," Josh said, "You know where I am now."

"Funny," Cody said, sniffling, "Guess where Raw is next week? Chicago. You and Rudy could have come along."

"I don't think so," Josh said, "Listening to an arena troll everyone by chanting for the cunt who helped get me fired?"

"Joshy when will you tell me..."

"In time. Now mush."

He was cut off by fierce kisses attacking his mouth. He kissed back before breaking it.

"C'mon, I'm crap at these goodbyes," he said, "Skype me after the show."

"Won't be the same..." sniffled Cody, "Love you."

"Love you too."

Josh broke away from Cody, somewhat of a struggle as Cody was using his strength to not let him go but eventually managed to prise himself off and climbed into the drivers' seat, starting the engine. Cody just waved sadly as he watched the car back up, turn around and shoot off, leaving a light cloud of dry Memphis soil in its wake.

---

John Cena wandered backstage as Raw went off air. Well that was a horny affair. He could feel the sexual tension between Ambrose and ROllins from the ring! Not to mention Randy's hardon sticking into him every time they went for a move. Those wandering Viper hands...he was such a bad boy. And John could have SWORN when he locked in the STF that Randy was moaning and rubbing his ass against him. Jesus. He nailed Randy on the tour bus before the show! Surely...he couldn't STILL be horny? Some people needed to learn self control.

A slap to his large behind startled the big man.

"Randal!" he barked.

"What?" smirked Randy.

"Behave."

"I have no intention Cena. Sorry."

Randy's piercingly cobalt eyes were flashing with lust. Matches with his other half ALWAYS got him worked up. And he could smell the lust between Ambrose and ROllins too. Word had spread fast about their making up and the fact that Seth had HID in the room where Stephanie ordered the security to lock Dean in. What actually had gone on in that room?!

Randy had indeed been so turned on during that match that when John put the STF on him, he'd thrust his ass up to dryhump him. John looked SO hot in those black shorts. He should get a set of UFC ones like Lesnar. Randy still wanted to kick Lesnar's face in for stealing John;'s title despite being a part timer and because the big homophobic lug so blatantly wanted to fuck John.

He strode closer to John, forcing the big hulk against the wall.

"Randal, wait," John said, throwing his hand up.

"Nope."

He bit on John;s lip and began to fiercely make out with him, grinding their bulges together. He guided John's hands to his ass and John obligingly squeezed.

"Fuck," he panted.

"Wait till we're on the bus you great big hot mess," John flashed him those dimples.

Randy broke away and practically sprinted for the locker room.

John took off after him.

By the time the hulk reached the door, the tall, copper-hued, younger man was clutching both their bags, not bothering to change out his trunks.

"No excuses now Johnny," he smirked.

"Fine," John grinned, happy to let Randy do the donkey work whilst he strode after him, getting a nice view of that body in trunks. He spanked Randy a couple of times as they walked. Randy shooting come-to-bed-and-pound-me eyes over his shoulder. He knew he was clever in picking out a new look for John for this latest Brock feud. And now feud with Seth.

By the time John got the doors open, Randy threw the bags aside and feverishly ripped off his trunks, pads and boots, climbing onto the bed. All fours. Ass up. Eyes looking up at his slutty reflection in the mirror. Fuck yes. Do him John. Keep those UFC style shorts ON damnit.

John kneeled behind the desperate mess of Orton, running his hands over Randy's brief clad ass, enjoying the moans.

"Don't get naked Johnny...do me in those, you look so fucking hot..like a roughneck MMA fighter.." purred Randy.

"Take your panties off then slut," snarled John, turning up his New England and lowering his shorts just enough to get his cock out.

Randy obeyed, ripping his briefs off and fumbling for the menthol lube. He tossed it to John before once more assuming the position. Fans were leaving and hovering outside the bus. And he, Randy was about to get his ass destroyed by Cena just feet away. Such a risk.

He could HEAR fangirls screaming 'RANDY!' outside and smirked.

John was coating himself and fingering Randy who was moaning like a cheap porn star, pushing back on his fingers. Did Randy WANT the fans to hear? Because he was going the right damn way about it.

The elder, hulkier man leaned forward as Randy pushed his ass back and entered roughly. This was a manly fuck. No lovin', just fuckin'.

"Fuck yes," rasped Randy, bass heavy, arching sluttishly, "You know what I want. Imagine I'm some cheap ass ring rat you've picked up.

"Shame ya don't have no hair Orton," snarled John, "Cos I'd be yanking that shit right out your hussy head."

Randy was SO turned on. Fucking nail him. FUck yes. That's the shit.

Sweaty thighs smashed against a muscular ass. The bed crashing back and forth as 500 pounds almost of humanity desperately writhed together as one, testosterone raging through their veins like white hot lava. Randy's eyes fixed upon the sight in the mirror, John totally going to town on him, his body making the most wanton shape. Yes. Fuck yes. He didn't care if fans broke in and caught him being fucked by John. John's thighs were so fucking strong...they'd destroy a lesser man than Randy...

"FUCK!" Randy was thrown flat on his face as John got extra rough, pinning the hapless Missouri native to the bed by his traps, using his brute strength to take what he wanted from this thirsty slut, Randy crying out shamelessly, muffled by the sheets.

John suddenly bellowed like a caged bear as his released burned through him without warning.

Well damn. He'd obviously been more worked up than he realised.

But he'd nutted before Randy. Oh shit.

He was a strong man.

He carried on, pulling his boy up to his knees once more, ignoring how sensitve his skin now was, reaching around to jerk Randy off, help him come. To be fair he rarely could make his man come unaided in this position.

"C'mon...nut for me," snarled John, "Good boy...good boy...there ya go..."

Randy's moans and groans grew even louder as his orgasm was coaxed through his sweaty body.

John held Randy steady as the younger man cried out with satisfied ecstasy, shooting ropes of his essence all over the bed.

Randy collapsed onto his front as John slowly pulled out of him, pulling his shorts back up to cover himself and laying beside him, guiding that crewcutted head to his big chest, and pecking it.

"Damn," he panted, "Wild as fuck, huh.."

"You needed it more than me," smirked Randy.

"Sorry I didn't let you go first," John said.

"Not about me Johnny...wanted to please you.."

"You big softie."

"Dare tell anyone and I'll break your legs."

"Why when you sit on my lap in Catering?"

"Shut up."

Randy pulled the covers over their bodies as he casually lit a cigarette, enjoying the rush.

"No smoking on the god damn tour bus Orton! How many times?!"

"Oh shut up and cuddle me you sexy lug."

---

Seth Rollins was chilling in a hotel room bed, browsing Twitter on his phone. He heard whistling from the bathroom and smirked to himself. He was in a better mood than he had been for the past few weeks. Namely because the guy whistling a door away was back in his life.

He was glad Dean had forgiven him at last. It had been tough to be cruel to the Ohio native but it all worked out. And it had been fun having a steamy makeout in the 'locked room' backstage. Dean was making him wait. Keeping his pants on. But touching him in all the right spots. Dean could be a little minx. Seth was amazed they weren't rumbled. Especially with AJ now on their case.

But now, at last, they had some time alone together without the trappings of work.

Seth had an idea. What was he doing sat here on his cellphone whilst Dean was in the bathroom? If they were going to make it up fully...do that shit properly. He took his sweatpants off, undid his hair from the messy bun it was in and padded to the bathroom.

"Knock knock."

"Occupido."

"Coming in anyway."

"No!"

Seth pushed the door open and was met with the sight of Dean in just those VERY hot red briefs, leg on the bath, shaving it. Exactly as Seth had joked about. He KNEW Dean shaved his legs despite all the defensive protesting. Seth was the 'hairy one' so it was cool as far as he was concerned. And wearing pants for the last 2 years meant less of that manscaping shit. Plus Dean liked him hairy. When they first became the Shield, and Seth's leg hair started coming back, Dean had been really into him, more than ever.

"Get out!" growled Dean, face scarlet.

"C'mon Jonny, you know that I know...don't be so shy."

"I'm not supposed to be the guy that shaves his legs," Dean mumbled.

"Hey," Seth whispered into his ear, "Fancy taking a shower.."

"Together?" moaned Dean as Seth groped his ass. He was itching for the Davenport native to get his hands on him at last. Enough making out damnit. He'd saved himself long enough.

"Of course...when you're done lady shaving."

"Fuck you!"

Seth chuckled and switched the shower on as Dean finished up, blushing furiously. The elder man tossed his razor into the bin and turned to Seth to claim his lips.

"Hey," Seth purred.

"Hey," rasped Dean, "Love you."

"Love ya too."

"Wanna take these off?" Dean whispered, guiding Seth's hand to his waistband.

Seth began to pull the briefs down Dean's now smooth legs, helping him out of them before grabbing that bare, still-smooth and pert ass. Dean moaning into his touch. Damn Seth had missed this way too much. He could feel Dean fumbling with his boxers and wriggled to step out of them.

"Let me wash your back," Dean purred as Seth climbed into the shower, eyes raking his muscled, hairy form. Mmmmmm. His perfect guy. Back with him. He had to be dreaming. And that Gaultier cologne just smelled heavenly. Dean climbed in after Seth and began to soap that ripped back.

"Don't mind my hardon," he whispered coyly, "Just cos I'm looking at you."

"Cheesy," Seth replied.

"Turn around, gotta do your front."

"Don't spend too long, yeah?"

Dean just grinned from ear to ear as he sank to his knees, taking Seth gratefully into his hungry mouth.

Seth groaned with relief as at last he got the attention he'd been itching for since well, he and Dean had broken up in the first place. he was restraining himself fiercely to not fuck Dean's face but Dean was so good at head. So fucking good at pleasing him. And he fucking enjoyed pleasing Dean. He remember that night he took it real slow and had Dean almost a weeping mess beneath him. Seth wasn't the sappiest of dudes but he could be romantic if he wanted. But romance and two blue-balled, red-blooded men who had not long ago beaten the absolute crap out of one another repeatedly for television? The latter outweighed the former.

Dean's eyes bored into Seth's from his vantage point. Damn. Dean could be gay porn star as far as Seth was concerned. That tousled hair, wet and falling onto that crookedly handsome face...the sluttish curl of the lips as he sucked Seth off...Seth did like Dean with shorter hair..especially that fringe. Dean had had some tragic hairstyles over the years but this was one of the hottest...personally Seth's favourite look on his other half was the Fonzie look in the dying days of the Shield - the tighter vest and black pants, and the much shorter hair. Dean HATED being called 'Fonzie' and getting the 'Ayyyyy' thumbs up from Seth on a daily basis but damn did he look hot.

"Hey," Seth snarled, prising Dean's head off his cock, "Wanna hit the sack?"

"Thought you'd never fucking ask," snapped Dean, claiming his lips.

They climbed out the shower and dried off, both wrapping towels around their waists.

"Hey," Seth said, "Arms up."

"Huh?"

Dean reached around Seth's neck as the younger man lifted him off his feet once more. Well, Seth was indeed that guy who'd swept Dean off of his; back in FCW all those years ago. Seth carried Dean to the bed and placed him on it before crawling over him, staring into those intense eyes.

Dean pulled Seth to him for some more kisses before cheekily de-towelling Seth and grabbing that hot muscular furry ass. He missed grabbing that as Seth fucked him. He was so horny. So craving this guy inside him. Forced abstinence from casual sex had been tough but what a reward. His man back in his bed.

Seth removed Dean's towel at last.

"Have you er...got any lube?" he asked.

"Uh-uh.."

"Oh shit...sorry Jonny..."

"It's cool.." Dean said, though his eyes flashed with disappointment, "Er...oh damn...er..hang on...my hand cream."

"You have hand cream?" Seth grinned.

"Cody told me it was good."

"Jeez, first shaving your legs, now hand cream, what next? Nail polish."

"I'm gonna slap you in a minute Lopez."

"Like to see you try," smirked Seth, rootling in Dean's bag...wow this was expensive hand cream. Cute that Dean was exploring his softer side. Hang on...KY. He held it up.

"Oh shit,...I do," Dean said, blushing. He hadn't used it. He didn;'t want Seth to think he'd been lying about slutting about. He had honestly not been with anyone since Ziggler backstage before leaving for the movie. But because Seth jumped to conclusions..

"It's cool..lay back.."

Seth gently kissed him as he coated his fingers. Dean spread his long legs hungrily as Seth reached between those thighs and finally entered that tight entranced.

"Ohhh..." grunted Dean.

So long. So long damnit. it felt so good to be touched there again. God knows how Cody must have felt when Mathews touched him there again.

His legs opened wider to give Seth more access.

Seth threw the lube aside and crawled between those delicious legs, begiing to eat Dean out.

"Ohhh FUCK..." moaned Dean, "Missed you..."

"Haven't even started yet," snarled Seth.

Being rimmed by a man with a full beard should be on every bottom's bucket list, Dean decided as he moaned and thrashed on the bed. But he needed Seth in him now. Too long. He wanted to wrap his legs around that body and make Seth his own again.

"C...Col..." he could barely get any words out.

But Seth could tell what Dean was craving. He kneeled back up and began to coat himself liberally before coating two fingers and scissoring once more.

"C'mon...pl...please..." whimpered Dean.

Seth was definitely seeing a much softer side to his other half now. He'd definitely changed. For the better. He rested Dean's ankles on his shoulders and slowly lined up, pushing against Dean.

And missed.

"Fuck!"

"Hey...it's fine," Dean purred, "Relax."

Wow. He really was a different person.

Seth tried again as Dean relaxed more. Don't think about it, he told himself, take it easy...oh fuck...tight heat suddenly engulfed him as a sharp wail of pain split the air.

Dean's eyes were shut. His lips parted. Zero trace of his clownish expressions he had in the ring when he was in pain. That's one thing Seth always got ribbed about...the faces Dean must make in bed. Most of them only hit it from behind because of that.

"Ohhhhhh fuck...missed you..." moaned the elder man, chest heaving in and out, "More.."

Seth slowly pushed further inside Dean, trying to ignore the sharp wail of pain..fuck he was hurting him! He carried on until Dean's eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open...before Dean shot him an ecstatic smile. His prostate well and truly hit.

"Fuck Colby...damn I've missed you so fuckin much...don't be shy...I can take it."

"Don't cheapen it man..."

"Come here.." Dean wrapped his legs around Seth's back, arms around his neck. He may not have been HAVING sex during the shoot...but he was certainly reading up on it. How to be a good bottom for your man, that sort of stuff. Feeling that connection. His lips claimed Seth's. No more Rated M For Moxley. No more dirty slutty shit.

Seth had never seen Dean so sensual...damn this was even better than before...and Dean was moaning constantly. He felt so fucking good to be inside. Always. This reminded Seth of the first time they hooked up in FCW. Dean had been so...thankful. Thankful to him for staying the night. Thankful to him for seeing past his seedy reputation.

He pulled Dean up so they were ultra intimate. Cody had told Dean how amazing this position felt...really feel a connection with your guy had been his words. Dean was moaning and passionately stroking Seth's bearded face, even stroking his long hair behind his ears.

"Don't stop..." Dean whimpered.

"Won't.." Seth hissed, kissing him before cuddling him close so Dean could moan his ass off.

"Please don't fucking stop...don't...can't..."

THe words trailed off into desperate mews as Dean's climax rocketed closer...he kept moaning and writhing, legs tightly wrapped around Seth's lower back, his arms locked possessively around the Armenian from Iowa...oh fuck.

Dean almost screamed as finally, thankfully...at last...he went thundering over the edge, shooting stream after stream of his essence between their writhing bodies...he hadn't cum like this in a LONG time. Not even with Swagger's fake affection in bed.

"C'mon...please...inside me baby..." he whimpered in Seth's ear.

Fuck. Seth was already dangerous close when Dean came...hearing the need in his voice was enough...Seth grunted and groaned as he too came deep inside the warm, willing ass of his man.

A whimper and a kiss greeted Seth as he began to return to earth.

Wet blue eyes met his.

"Love you Jon," gasped Seth,pecking him.

"Love you too...so much...don't leave me again," whined Dean.

"I won't...man I'm beat."

Dean slowly climbed off him.

"Spoon me?" he whispered.

Awwww.

"Course, anything you want," Seth said, pulling up the covers and climbing in behind him, cuddlign that smooth muscled back.

"Ugh, damn you're sticky," snickered Dean.

"Whose fault's that Ambrose?" Seth smirked, reaching around for Dean's hand and clutching it, enjoying the truly touched and contented mewl that followed.

"Mine...love you."

"Love you too."

---

Sappy as fuck but I missed Ambrollins so much! Dean is looking much better since his return so he needed his man back! Sorry I didn't get to the Miz TV and Smackdown parts but rest assured Dean relished kicking his tormentor's booty around.

Cliffhanger time with our-kid Wade. Will he or won't he? All to get his sodding car keys back? That Corey is a right pain. And will he change his feelings on the Cesaro-Sheamus thang once he's back at work? Because it looks Cesaro is falling HARD for the Celtic Warrior. I really dig Cesaro now. Proves that you can't apply gay stereotypes based upon build all the time ;)

Mizzy and Dolph seem to be solid now. I'm keeping their roles as tweeners for the time being. Though the Moneymaker still has a touch of jealousy over his former flame hooking up with his ex briefly. Swagger's being eased out of the picture as y'all can probably tell as his role hasn't been popular.

Bit of Centon to keep the ball rolling ;).

Joshy is definitely TNA employed now. He may appear again later on...I can't quite leave things be, I'm sorry!

And what about the Lord High Empress Of WWE herself AJ Lee? What's she going to cook up next?