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.

21. Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Tempted to give this story a title change. I just thought well, it's a collection of interweaving stories, there's drama, catfights and sexual shenanigans ahoy...how about Total Superstars?Well I'll see how it all pans out from here. Those God damn bookers I swear must be reading this shiz as they keep putting people from here together on the screen! Smackdown 15 anyone?!

We'll start back in good ol' Memphis for the Ambrollins morning after so cast your minds back to 2-3 weeks ago.

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Dean Ambrose was awoken by the sound of a vibrating phone. What? Who?

He groaned and scrabbled across the bed to the bedside table.

The sound of male grunting next to him.

"Whatthe...thatmyrazor?" grumbled Seth.

Oh yeah.

Dean and Seth were back together.

Dean picked his phone up and smushed it to his ear.

"Mmm'ello?"

"Dean! Breakfast! Five minutes! Tell all!"

Oh jeez.

Cody.

He never missed a beat. But it was nice to have buddies that gave a fuck about him, Dean conceded.

"Gimme a few minutes kay?"

"I invited Renee so you can troll the Tumblr girls."

"Yeah OK...see you when I'm decent."

He hung up.

"Who was that?" asked Seth, tying up his hair which looked more Foxxy Cleopatra than Mr Money In The Bank this morning.

"Cody."

"Does that guy sleep?"

"Apparently not."

Dean crawled back over to pin Seth to the bed.

"Still half-asleep.." Seth protested.

"Sure about that?" grinned Dean, reaching under the covers to cop a feel of the younger man's morning wood. Seth groaned at the touch. Dean just smiled more and began to jerk him off slowly.

"Fuck...Jonny...no...we'll be late..."

"I'll just tell him I got held up." Dean threw the covers off and crawled seductively backwards, ass arched up wantonly as he took Seth into his mouth and began to suck. Seth grunted in approval. Had Dean been doing squats because right now his guy was serving him some extreme Nicki Minaj in the Anaconda video teas.

Dean then wriggled around so he was on all fours, ass up, indicating to Seth what he wanted.

"Calm it," Seth said, though he was so damn horny now thanks to the elder man's mischeif.

"Please?" Dean put his thumb in his mouth, trying to see if he could pull off a Cody. He was envious of the way Cody had Mathews eating out the palm of his hand all the time.

Seth shook his head, chuckling.

And then spotted the full length mirror by the door.

He picked up the discarded lubricant bottle and climbed out of bed, padding over and slicking himself up.

"Whatcha doing?" asked Dean.

"Come over here," Seth growled.

Obediently Dean did so, standing in front of the mirror. Kinky.

Seth hugged him from behind, peppering the back of his neck with kisses. Dean whimpered softly and melted into Seth, his smooth ass cool against Seth's hairy thighs. Just looking at Seth;s crossfit-sculpted, muscular body was turning him into a mess. When they first got together in 2011 Seth was a lot leaner. Dean definitely preferred this Seth to that one. More manly. Stronger.

"Take me..." moaned Dean.

Seth still couldn't beleive how little of the 'Moxley' side of Dean there was. And he dug that shit. It was like Dean had really chilled out while he was away. And last night's sex was fucking off the chain. Dean could be quite the seductress.

Seth had an idea. He reached under Dean's legs and heaved him up bridal style before carrying him back to the bed, placing him down before kneeling behind him, Dean eagerly assuming the position instantly.

Seth lined up and entered that amazing smooth, pert ass, enjoying the sharp wail that pierced the air. He slowly began to move, pulling Dean up and wrapping his arms around him, deliberately avoiding touching Dean's hard cock.

"Ohhh fuck...don't stop..." whimpered Dean.

Seth was grunting in ecstasy as he thrust in and out of the grateful Cincinnati native. Nobody felt like Dean did. Dean turned to him hungrily. Seth devoured his lips passionately.

"C'mon Colby...you can go a bit harder," purred Dean, "Don't wanna make me late do we?"

"Oh really?" Seth bit Dean's bottom lip. Suppose there was nothing wrong with a touch of roughness. Dean eagerly leaned forward to make one hell of a slutty shape as Seth grabbed his adorably tousled hair and began to pound him hard.

Dean couldn't help but cry out in joy as his spot was well and truly smashed. Oh yes. Why would he have anyone else? Nobody fucked him like his beloved Seth did. Nobody. He gripped the rumpled duvet as Seth continued to pound into his more than willing ass. Oh fuck. He was getting close already. Ohh yes. Seth was jerking him off...

"C...Colb...Sethie...don't...wanna see if you can..."

"Not time man..."

"Don't care...please..."

Dean arched even more...oh fuck Seth wasn;t gonna last. This guy was fucking porn. One of the many reasons why he loved him. He continued pounding even harder, the bed creaking in protest, mingled with Dean's cries of lust.

Dean could feel it...boiling up inside him...more...please...more...yes that's it...keep doing that...oh man he was totally losing control...forgetting where he was..who he was...his knuckles white as he held the foot of the bed for dear life...his inside burning up.

Seth was taken aback as Dean tensed around him like a vice before suddenly screaming in relief as ropes of his climax splattered the abused sheets beneath their sweaty bodies.

Gasping, Dean collapsed.

Seth went to pull out.

"You're not done..." panted Dean.

"You worked me out," Seth gasped.

Dean rolled over and grinned.

"Looks like you're gonna have to give me a facial," he purred.

It was a cheeky grin. Nothing like the maniacal one he used on TV (and in bed far too often with past fucks). Well Seth had better do his duty and began to fist his cock feverishly. He cursed and snarled as he exploded all over Dean's face.

---

"You might want to tell Dean his coffee's gone cold," Paige remarked to Cody, who was mooning over the selfies of him, Josh and Link from yesterday.

"Hm?"

"He's in his own world," remarked Eden, "You'll have to snap him out of it. Cody! Honey. New VIP tickets to Universal Orlando are in the mail."

"Tickets? Where? Hey! MEAN!"

Pout. Arms folded.

"How can you be married to such a man child?" Paige smirked.

"Because I know how to keep him happy," Eden replied, "We're getting tattoos in a couple of weeks. That's one virginity of his I've taken."

"I don't need to know," Paige complained, "What you getting?"

"Rings," Eden said as Cody returned once more to his favourite photos.

"Awwww," Paige cooed, "Sweet. Hellooo.. Earth to Codfish."

"MUH."

Phone went away but arms folded once more.

"Only Joshy is allowed to call me that," he pouted, placing his Off Duty glasses on, "What did you want?"

"Just asking about your ink," Paige said.

"Ooh!" Now Cody was grinning, "I'm getting a triforce!"

"Above your arse? Trust you to get a tramp stamp." grinned Paige.

Even Eden laughed at that one.

"No...a ring actually," pouted Cody, not appreciating all the fun being made of him, "I have SOME class. Brandi's having a diamond ring, I'm having a triforce ring. Joshy has a ring tattoo. Why I wanted one."

"Bless," Paige patted him on the head, "Missing munchkin already I see."

"Yeah. Even though he's a traitor."

"Not this again," sighed Eden, "All night I have been subject to how inferior to WWE TNA are and how much they steal from WWE."

"You spoken to Summer recently?" Cody rounded on Paige.

"No...can you not?" Paige huffed.

"Why?" Cody asked, "You gonna give up just like that?"

"No...just...oh look here comes Renee with the car keys," Paige said as the blonde announcer wandered over with some rental car keys.

"Dean's on his way down," she said, "Says sorry."

Cody pushed his glasses up, readying for the interrogation he'd been itching to give all morning as he spotted Dean in a cap and shades, holding Seth's briefcase as Seth walked behind him, keeping his distance in case fans lurked.

When he was happy there were no wild TUmblr girls, Dean turned and pulled Seth to him, making out with him right there.

"YO DEAN! CALM YO THIRST AND GET COFFEE!" yelled Cody, startling the three girls.

"Will you stop that!" Eden admonished her husband.

Reluctantly Dean removed himself from Seth and padded over, still in his cap and shades.

"Hey," he said casually, sitting down.

"An hour ago," Cody scolded, "Five minutes you said."

"I was busy," Dean said, innocently.

"I bet you were," Cody said, "Amazed you're walking. So. Seth's blown your cobwebs out as he?"

Collective facepalming and sighing.

"Ew," Renee said.

"This is my cue to leave," Eden said, "Cody! I'll be in the car."

"OK.."

She pecked his cheek before placing shades on her own face and walking away.

"Damn, you married a hot chick," Paige said, unable to stop herself checking out the fine figure of Cody's wife as she left the cafe.

"That's my wife," Cody snapped, "Eyes UP. You need to get your girlfriend back and stat. So Dean. Tell. Me. Everything."

"What's there to tell?" Dean said, bemused, "We went back to the hotel and had amazing makeup sex. All you need to know."

"You think that'll get you off the hook?" teased Paige.

"Well what does he want? A sex tape?" Dean said.

"That'll sell millions," Renee put in, "And will solve the crazy-ass fangirl problem. But trolling them's so much fun. I love True Ring Rat Dirt."

"That site is basically a Renee Young hate site," Cody said, "Used to be fun for fake tea. All the stuff about Cesaro is Lolworthy. And I would watch an Ambrollins sex tape."

"So would I," Paige smirked, "So Dean are you a screamer or a whiner?"

"What?!" Now Dean was scarlet in the face. Even Renee was gobsmacked.

"You've been hanging with him wayy too long," she giggled to Paige.

"Rubs off on you, and I love couple gossip," the two time Divas Champion said, "My second favourite hobby apart from kicking BitchFace's short arse in. And Dean you didn't answer."

"I think you're a whimperer," Cody teased to a now puce Dean, "And Imma estimate. Missionary...I can tell by how coy you were."

"Why do you care?" mumbled Dean, "I thought you wanted me to destroy my old reputation."

"It's just for fun," Cody said, "You don't have to answer..."

"Well i don't mind...just...not in front of ladies," Dean said...shyly. Awww. Dean shy. Cute.

"Fine, my fun is ruined yet again because I have tits," Paige said, "C'mon Miss Maple Leaf, we better leave the girls to catch up."

"Hey!" protested Dean.

"See you in the car, and if you kiss me I'll buy you lunch," Renee teased.

"Yeah yeah," Dean said, "Laters."

At last both girls left.

"Can I be honest?" Dean said, dropping his voice a little.

"I only tease you for a laugh...if it really does make you uncomfortable..."

"Not that...well..it is kinda...aw shoot," Dean mumbled, "Codes...before I left for the movie shoot, I did start to wonder if maybe...I had a crush on you. Like a legit one. I know I tried to make out with you...but...well..I don't anymore. You're still hot as fuck...but not as hot as Colby."

"You're sweet," Cody said, "I called Joshy last night. Well actually he called me but anyway...he's told me that if I ever wanted to, I could play away."

He fiddled with his promise ring which sat behind his wedding ring.

"Would you?" asked Dean.

"No," Cody said, "Feels like cheating."

"Works for Sheamus," Dean said, "Him and Cesaro...fuck...talk about horny. They were making out in the mens room at the arena last night."

"What?"

"Yup," Dean said, "And Miz is pig sick."

"Good, kick him right in his fake teeth," Cody snarled, "I hope Cesaro is getting that Irish meat six times a fucking night just to stick it to the fat cunt."

"Me too," grinned Dean, "I like you even more knowing that you hate Miz as much as me."

"Nobody likes him," Cody said, "Apart from Ryder, Riley, Roberts and obviously Ziggler. Can't believe I ever encouraged Joshy to date that. Yuck."

"What was all that Kermit stuff?" asked Dean.

"Oh," Cody said, "Way back in my rookie year on the main roster, Joshy and I had a burn book. We called it the Slam Book but the same thing. We used to pick on Miz because of his weight as he was a big mouthed dick. He pissed everyone off. Especially JBL. Anyone who pissed either of us off, went in. Melina...had six pages."

"Please tell me you didn't celebrate October the 3rd or wear pink every Wednesday..." sighed Dean.

"You wouldn't know any of those references unless you've seen the world's greatest gay movie that features no gay movie cliches," Cody smirked, "Jonathan Good are you coming out of the Mean Girls closet to me?"

"Once, OK? I watched it once to see what the fuss was about," Dean complained.

"Good enough for me, I knew I liked you," giggled Cody, "I once made Joshy eat lunch with Miz for breaking the no sweatpants on Mondays rule. And yes, we did celebrate October the 3rd. And April the 30th. And we wore pink every Wednesday. I had pink ring gear at a house show once or twice. Bob was not amused."

"You in pink...no way...well it's coming up to Breast Cancer month," smirked Dean, "I dare you."

"Bit of a problem..." Cody said, "Stardust does NOT wear pink."

"You'd look like a vibrator," Dean smirked.

---

Chicago, IL.

Raw in Chicago. The atmosphere backstage was tense. Everyone booked for the show was preparing various ways to deal with the inevitable chants for the departed longest reigning WWE Champion since Bruno Sammartino in their matches.

Catering wasn't the usual hubbub of talks about matches, TV, films or books and all the usual work tittle tattle. People were just eating and browsing their phones or tablets.

Sheamus, US Champion, was texting his English other half. Wade sounded pretty pissed off in the messages. He was a little thankful that Cesaro was sewing his new ring gear...fancy that, the bloke could sew on top of everything else.

The Irishman decided to call Wade to find out what was eating the Brit. He picked up his phone and left the room.

"Yep?" came Wade's curt voice.

"What's crawled up yer arse?" asked Sheamus, "One word answers to everything."

"Cos you should be wanting to kick the shit out of me," snapped Wade.

"Why?" asked Sheamus.

"No easy way to tell you," groaned Wade, hating himself for the news he was about to deliver.

Sheamus felt the tiniest stab of jealousy. Not that he was in ANY position to feel that way after basically acquiring a Swiss mistress the past 10 days. Oh well. He guessed it had to happen.

"You know last week when I said I was at home playing FIFA?" Wade said, "I was lying Ste."

"Well where we you? Don't tell me...trying on a dress? You know you can't pick up the Daily Mail these days without reading about a Mr somebody popping on a pair of courtshoes and calling himself Deirdre!" chuckled Sheamus.

"Shut up Ste," Wade snarled, "No time for your shite jokes. It's serious."

"OK were you on the throne at the time. Big deal. Suppose some of us have to break down barriers," Sheamus went on.

"For the love of...there's no fucking point talking to you sometimes!" Wade hissed, "I wasn't home. I was in bed."

"That it? No big reveal?"

"Not my bed Ste. Graves'. I shagged him. Sorry."

Sheamus sighed. He guessed it had to happen, Corey had been after Wade long enough. And fair play to Wade. After all, he, Sheamus was getting more and more into this thing developing with Cesaro. Cesaro was a bloody good shag. And he was sophisticated, suave and charming too. He even picked out Sheamus' clothes for him.

"Whatever happens, happens," the Irishman sighed.

"I didn't want to!" Wade said, "He practically raped me! He forced himself on me!"

"And you just couldn't resist...c'mon mate don't stick the boot in by talking to me like I'm stupid," Sheamus said, "I said if you were feeling the strain...play with him. Even if he is a slag."

"Let me explain," Wade almost pleaded, sensing the brutish Celt's fury, "Saw him in the shopping centre and he went and nicked my bloody car keys! Put them in his fucking pants and everything! It was either be stranded there or go to his place and shag the arse off him! He threatend to grass me up to t'trainers with some bollocks about spying on the NXT divas locker room!"

"If you're gonna make a cover story Stuey, make a believable one, I might be from Dublin but I'm not thick," sighed Sheamus, "Don't think we're meant to be, do you mate?"

"What you saying?" bellowed Wade.

"I'm saying, let's just keep things cool until you get back," Sheamus said, "Then we can see what happens then. Just stay mates from now on. Keeps it simple."

"You mean you want an easy life. Bastard."

"Don't get the hump with me! We both cheated, OK? Whether we were OK with it or not, point is, we brought a couple of other fellas in."

"I don't want a relationship with that sket Graves! I only shagged him to get my car keys back and it was better than a wank! He's dirty, Ste! He's fucking disgusting! Farts louder than a depth charge when you pull out of him and wants you to do all sorts of nasty shit to him!"

"Spare me," Sheamus cut him off, "I'm not mad, OK? Still care about you a lot. Just means there's no guilt."

"I know what it is," Wade snarled, "You prefer the swinging Swiss don't ya? Fine. Be with him. It's cool. Whatever."

"Don't be a dickhead.."

Wade hung up.

Sheamus sighed.

Perhaps it wasn't wise but he really thought it was the right thing to do. He just had a horrible feeling it would lead to a hot mess once Wade was back on the roster and he somehow predicted that Cesaro would NOT be cool with Wade involved.

Cesaro was a clever sod, Sheamus gave him that. Buttered Wade up to get into Sheamus' pants. And Wade let him.

Buzz buzz.

From: Stuey

Sorry :( I'm upset. And I don't do upset. Could see Cesaro fancied the pants off you. Maybe he's better for you than me. My fault for letting him get you I suppose. Not pissed off at you. Talk to you later x.

Sheamus was a little relieved. He felt really bad for Wade. But maybe it was for the best.

Two thick, sinewy arms wrapped around him and the scent of classy, expensive French cologne filled the Irishman's nostrils.

"Hey," rumbled Cesaro, kissing the back of the red head, "Who you texting?"

"The wife. Well not the wife anymore. We've finished," Sheamus said.

Cesaro failed to hide the elation.

"Could at least fake looking sad about it," Sheamus remarked.

"Sorry," Cesaro said, "But it's fair though, right?"

"Yeah," sighed Sheamus, "Still feel a right arse though."

Cesaro climbed onto his lap.

"Do you mind," Sheamus complained at the weight, "You're not exactly El Torito you know."

"You're strong enough," purred Cesaro, kissing him softly, "So does this mean..."

His eyes sparkled, and his ruggedly masculine and handsome face seemed to ooze hopefulness from every well-exfoliated pore.

"Looks like it," Sheamus said, and in spite of his guilt about Wade, took Cesaro's hand. The Swiss grinned from ear to ear and shuffled around so they were face to face. Sheamus was always so much more aware of how strong and built-like-a-brick-shithouse the Swiss was up close whenever he did stuff like this.

"Baisse-moi," Cesaro purred, "Mon amour."

Sheamus did just that. At first it was a peck. Then deepened.

"One condition," the Irishman said.

"What?"

"Don't ever thing you're putting that..." he rubbed Cesaro's impressive bulge, "Inside me."

Cesaro grinned. He had no intention of ever switching roles as long as he was dating Sheamus...this rough redhead had given him the hottest sex in years. He couldn't get enough of this thick, powerful, ivory body. He'd had sex dreams about Sheamus and he'd not had them about his last two conquests. Not even Sami Zayn's sexy little white ass.

Swagger had just been an up-for-it coworker when Cesaro's frustration had got the better of him. Even when Swagger was fucking him the Swiss had imagined Sheamus. And then to finally get on that Irish beef...

"Not interested in that anymore," Cesaro grinned, "But I'm not shaving my arse for you."

SHeamus had to admit it was cute hearing 'arse' in Cesaro's accent. And he liked Cesaro's hair. Made him more of a man's man.

"Fancy dinner after the show?" asked the Irishman, "And don't even think about flashing your wallet. I'm paying."

"Is that our first official date?" asked Cesaro.

"Looks like it."

---

Paige, former Divas champion, walked into the women's locker room, slamming down her case. She was NOT looking forward to tonight.

"Hiya," came another English accent.

"Oh...hi Layla, been a while," PAige replied, hugging her.

"How have you been?"

"Been better, just trying to avoid the Total Divas cameras. And blondes."

"Is it true then? Sorry...Coddles wasn't being mean, he was worried about you...he said you and Summer have split up."

"I'm guessing she's not told you then," snapped Paige, "Nice to know I mean fuck all to her. Bitch."

"You know what she's like...I can never tell whether she's being real or her Total Divas self," Layla sighed, "I'm keeping Rich away from her."

"You really think she would?"

"Not taking any chances."

Paige sighed. People had been gossiping about her now ex, saying she was a man eater and latched onto other people's men for sport. The young English girl was quick to brush off these speculations, saying people obviously believed Total Divas rather than got to know the woman behind the character of 'Summer Rae'. But maybe Paige herself could have been just another commodity?

"I know hun, it sounds rotten but have you ever thought that there's no smoke without fire? After all, you're young, extremely talented...all that wrestling experience, all the holds you know...you come from a wrestling family...have you ever thought she was just using you because of who you are?"

"No...how dare you!" Paige cried, springing up.

"Sorry hun I didn't mean to..."

"Next time GRANDMA, keep your nose out of my personal life!" Paige rounded on her, "And by the way, you might want to brush up on basic ring skills, woman of your age and experience really should be better in the ring."

"Hey what was that for? I was only trying to help.."

"Don't bother. Piss off and leave me alone. Go and talk about your man's dick to that big nosed slapper I used to think loved me."

Layla sighed. There was no point getting through to her. And she really didn't want to get on Paige's wrong side. Suppose she better find Rosa to work through their match tonight. Great. They WOULD put her in a singles match in front of a Chicago crowd. Suppose it could be fun to place bets on how they will troll her match. How long before a 'We Want Kharma' chant? After all this city shat on her return match 2 years ago.

Layla left the room and roughly bumped into AJ Lee, having not been looking where she was going.

"Watch it grandma," snapped AJ.

Layla just glowered at her.

AJ fixed her with a sneer. Too good to resist a few digs.

"Those people out there do not want to see you, so try not to make too much of a sloppy botchfest out there tonight, I know it's hard for you non wrestler types," she smirked, twirling her hair around her finger, "If you can hear the spots over the chants for my husband that is."

Layla wanted nothing more than to smack her smug face right into the middle of next week.

What did she ever see in this arrogant little bitch?

"Hi Lay you ready to have a practice?" came the voice of Rosa Mendes.

Layla was thankful that she finally got along with Rosa after all the drama over the years. Rehab had changed her for the better.

"Look forward to seeing your entire match on Botchamania tomorrow girls," sneered AJ, "We want Kharma, we want Kharma!"

Rosa opened her mouth but Layla stopped her.

"Anything else your Majesty?" the English diva said, keeping her face sweetly smiling but her voice icy.

"Learn to work a semi competent match?" AJ snarked, "I have nothing more to say to either of you wastes of space. Now kindly get out my face."

"Yes m'lady," snarked Layla, curtseying mockingly and ushering Rosa away.

"Why do you let her talk to you like that?" asked Rosa.

"Because it makes my life easier to just let that little cow run her gob off," Layla replied, "C'mon.."

AJ pushed open the locker room door, pleased with her handiwork. She read wrestling forums and only spoke the truth. Fans didn't give two shits about hot messes like Rosa and Layla. Still she had a match tonight, OK it was after a Bella twin (she cared little to know which one), Cameron and Eva (pfft) in a handicap but still she had a match. Against Fox but the fans seemed to like Fox these days.

Oh yes. There was Paige. Alone.

AJ grinned to herself as she closed the door.

She tapped Paige's shoulder.

Paige squealed in surprise and dropped her hairbrush.

"Oh. It's YOU." spat the raven-haired girl.

"Hi Paigey!" AJ waved.

"What the hell do you want?" snapped Paige.

"To change my clothes. And I appreciate a little more decorum from you. You should be honored to be in a long running feud with me."

"I'm honoured to smack you in the face, sweetheart," snarled Paige, getting right in her face. For once, AJ was just a touch intimidated by the younger girl's height, "Now get out my face little girl."

"You really don't want to get on my wrong side, this is MY town, Knight," hissed AJ, now squaring up to her, "You will have my husband to deal with if you lay a finger on me out of that ring."

"Nice try Your Ladyship. You don't scare me you know."

"Why are you so obsessed with me?" sneered AJ, "Anyone would think you fancied me."

"Oh please," Paige looked sickened, "I like women to look like women, not ten year old boys."

"Well looking at Summer's nose you must have thought it was a little penis so no wonder you were sleeping with her," AJ hit back cattily.

SLAP!

Paige snapped. She had slapped the smug bitch around the face with as much strength as she could muster. AJ stumbled back and tripped clumsily, before glowering up at the younger girl, holding her face, revenge flashing in her dark eyes.

"That's just for starters love." spat Paige, shaking her long hair out from her face and striding out of the room like a lioness leaving a killing. It was war now. It had gone from simply acting like the WWE's answer to Libby Chessler to something far more personal.

"Paige? What happened?" A fully catsuited and painted-up Cody.

"Oh nothing. Just nasty little bitches," Paige hissed, "It's fine."

"Might have guessed she'd be in her fucking element," Cody sighed, "Would a hug help?"

"Yeah..actually it might."

Cody hugged her close.

"You're wearing aftershave to the ring?"

"Joshy's favourite. Paul Smith. Feels like he's here with me."

"Big sap."

"Have you talked to Summer yet?"

Christ. He never missed a beat.

"No.."

"You have to. Lay said you bit her head off."

"Well she implied shit she knows nothing about. She should keep out of my business."

"Don't be so stubborn. Talk to Summer."

"You're not gonna leave that alone are you?"

"Nope. She's in Catering. Alone. No Rosa. No cameras. Come on missy. We're going."

"But...match..."

"You're valeting it not competing. No excuses...come on."

He actually began to steer her towards Catering, pushing her from behind like a wheelbarrow man. This was a bizarre sight but backstage veterans were used to capers like this. Paige tried to turn and run the other way but his grip on her impressively muscled shoulders was strong. She tended to forget he packed formidable strength underneath his cute and cuddly exterior.

"Careful! I'm not one of your dogs!" she squealed.

She almsot fell over her flip flops as she was rushed into Catering and towards a table where Summer Rae was sat, reading something on her iPad.

"Chair. Sit." Cody said.

"TOSSER!"

She cried out in protest as she was promptly placed into the chair.

Summer was totally absorbed in whatever she was reading and didn't even notice.

PAige was waiting for Cody to turn his back so she could make a quick getaway.

ANy minute now.

Yes.

She slowly climbed to her feet.

"HEM. HEM." Cody back at the table like a whippet. He firmly pushed her back into the chair before blowing gold paper stars all over her.

"A PTO is heading your way Stardust!" she cried as he shuffled away out of sight.

Summer looked up, having realised that her ex girlfriend was sat next to her. Immediately she sprang to her feet as though someone had electrified her chair.

"What are you doing?" she spat icily, "I thought you only associated with worthy 'real wrestlers'?"

"Please.." Paige broke off.

"I've got nothing to say to you Paige," Summer replied, "Did Becky Lynch turn you down? Or did Emma rebuff you?"

"Why are you being such a cow?!"

"Could say the same about you. Believing your own hype."

"We wouldn't be a tiny bit jealous would we? Me being a two time women's champion, no make that three times, and the youngest in history twice over?"

"Oh that's real sweet...rub it in my face why don't you? No. I'm not jealous of you."

"Whatever. I could see it sticking in your throat when I won it the second time. Still, at least I didn't get a boring chant in my title match. Turns out you ain't as good in that ring as you think you are."

"Did you come over to do anything useful or just to insult me?"

"I..." Paige was furious with herself. She'd watched Summer's title match with Charlotte live and could tell that the crowd had really gotten to Summer. And now she'd stuck the boot in. Well done bigmouth. How was she able to get out of this?

Summer took her compact and began to re-apply her lipgloss, her whole demeanor suggesting she was fifty shades of done with this conversation.

"Please...I'm sorry..."

"Sorry I didn't quite hear it."

"I'm bloody sorry, alright?! What more do you want?!" erupted the younger woman tearfully.

Summer's icy front seemed to melt a little. Maybe she had flown off the handle a little. And she herself had been more of a bitch than Paige ever was. Maybe she'd believed Paige's kayfabe tweets and taken them too literally. Paige was meant to be a cocky shit heel after all.

She sighed.

"I'm sorry too."

"And I still love you. Barbie."

"Call me that again and I will Solstice kick you."

The blonde and the brunette embraced at last. Cody was watching the whole thing out of sight and when he saw the two girls hug he gave a cute little jump for joy and clapped like a kid. And when he saw them kiss in Catering where anyone could walk in he actually squeed.

"What you so happy about?"

Layla.

"Oh hi Lay," An adorable wave, "Nothing...not eavesdropping at all..."

"You always were a terrible liar. Who you spying on?"

"Paige and Summer. They're back together. Yay!"

"You're too cute...I swear as you've gotten older you've gotten more and more adorable."

Poof. Now Layla was brushing gold paper stars out her hair.

"Sowwy.." Hands over mouth, big innocent eyes.

"Do you act like that in the marital home?" Layla asked, hands on hips.

"No..."

"I bet you do. I bet you do that in the shops if you see a rare video game and wifey won't let you buy it."

"I'm the model husband actually."

"Apart from the being in love with a boy thing?"

"SSShhhhhh" Cody put his gloved finger to her lips.

"How is he? How you coping with the whole...you know...him working for TNA thing?"

"Nananananana!" Cody covered his ears.

"Oh no...hun please tell me you haven't broken up?"

"No! I call Joshy every day without fail. Three times or more."

"Coddles don't you think that's a little paranoid...?"

"No!"

"Are you worried there's someone at TNA..."

"NANANANA!"

"What was that for?"

"Every time you say that shitty promotion's name I have to drown it out."

"Are you pissed off at him for going there? You know he did a Ring Of Honor tryout as well, right?"

"Yeah...only fucking crybaby Punk got him blacklisted. Why did he have to fuck him?! WHy?"

"Sssh...we're the only ones who are meant to know," Layla said, "Well they say he's the biggest man slag in the company...if not the industry."

"A male Melina," Cody said with disdain.

Layla snorted.

"You're still the number one insult queen...you are always on point," she said, "Oh hi ladies."

Both Summer and Paige had wandered towards them, having heard Cody's voice and plus he couldn't really blend in wearing his Stardust costume and full face paint.

"I heard Melina's name," Paige said, hoping to pretend that her snapping at Layla earlier never happened.

"Male Melina...not hard to work out," Summer put in.

"Better not let Her Royal Shortness hear," Paige said, unable to keep the fury from her voice.

"Oh don't...bumped into her earlier," Layla said, "But funnily enough I didn't find myself disagreeing with her. I think they stuck me in a match with Rosa on purpose tonight."

"Of course, they enjoy seeing the crowds bury you because Kevin Dunn is a sexist douchebag cunt," snarled Cody.

"Don't we all know that?" Summer sighed, "He basically is the one who engineers all the stuff I do on Total Divas. It's why I don't use my real name on there."

"So what you going to do?" asked Paige, "Don't make a hot mess of a match just because of a bunch of sad men with tiny penises pay money to disrespect women because their fave walked out. Stick two fingers up at them and give it 110 per cent."

"Rosa still can't work..." Layla sighed, "We've winged it so I do most of it. Coddles will appreciate the finish. The Layout has been brought back."

"Yay!" Cody said.

"Couldn't help earwigging," Paige said, "I heard something..."

Both Cody and Layla instantly went red. Well Cody did under his paint.

"Nothing...what did you say?" Layla said airily.

"I didn't hear anything," Cody said.

"Like we'd spread it," Paige said, "Munchkin and Bitchface's husband?! When?!"

"2 years ago," Layla said, "He told people it was Barrett..."

"STaged fake liasons with Big Fat Miz," snarled Cody.

"Dish the dirt," Paige said, "He tried it on with me at NXT."

"ANd me," put in Summer, "No. Not jealous. Feel sorry for AJ to be honest."

"Curtis said he wasn't all that...well he got cream in Ryback so why go back to sour milk," Cody said with relish, "Miss my big booty bestie." Le sad faic.

"Talking of besties, guess who's hitting the road next week?" Paige said, tossing back her hair.

"Yay! Sami?"

"Yup. He basically said he'd walk out unless Adrian could come with him. They eventually said yes. So Adrian will be here too. Otherwise he'd be on his period constantly and that would NOT be fun for everyone in a ten mile radius."

---

Sheamus and Cesaro were heading back to the hotel. The Swiss had been pleasantly surprised at the gruff Irishman's choice of eaterie post show. Somewhere that was a) still open at that time, and b) not liable to give one food poisoning. And he'd even paid. But he wasn't going to try and mould Sheamus into an Irish version of himself. His brutishness was what turned Cesaro on in the first place. And now they were a legit couple.

Sheamus was a little uneasy with the big Swiss taking his hand in the lobby. What if fans were lurking?

"What's the matter?" asked Cesaro.

"If people see..."

"Not ashamed of me are you?" the Swiss rounded on him and Sheamus was once more intimidated by his size and strength.

"No! No...just...don't want you to get a bollocking.."

Cesaro pressed his lips against the redheads. He was smitten and didn't care. Sheamus was just such a good date. Funny, unapologetically filterless and fucking hot. He was already feeling some type of way...after all he'd dropped an L bomb albeit auf Deutsch but still, this early on in their new relationship.

Sheamus kissed him back, following him to the elevators.

"I'm not wearing underwear," smirked the big Swiss.

Sheamus' face went the hue of his hair.

"You're joking of course?" he chuckled.

"Am I?" grinned Cesaro. He unbuckled his expensive mahogany leather belt and unbuttoned his perfectly-cut designer jeans. Sure enough his huge cock sprung free, along with his solid hairy thighs.

"Put it away! What if old ladies come in!"

Cesaro smirked some more. It was fun to be playful for a change. He'd deliberately left room for dessert. But not the literal sweet food kind.

"Spoilsport," he mock groaned, the word sounding funny in his thick accent to Sheamus who snorted.

The doors opened and it was their floor.

Sheamus had an idea. He was strong enough. With a primal grunt, he heaved the big man up into his arms, bridal style.

"Aren't you ze gentleman," purred Cesaro, accent heavier than ever before, pecking Sheamus on the lips.

"Been a nice night," Sheamus replied, placing him back on his feet once they'd reached their room and began to fiddle with the keycard. Click. The Irishman opened the door; "Aprez-vous m'lady."

Cesaro smirked and shook his head, striding past his lover into the room, immediately taking off his Armani blazer and carefully hanging it up. His light blue shirt fashionably unbuttoned at the chest. Sheamus entered and shut the door, hanging 'Do Not Disturb' outside. He wasn't stupid. He knew Cesaro wanted afters. Sheamus had quite fancied the calorific salted caramel brownie on the dessert menu personally but never mind. Plus the waiter had recognised them both instantly and they both autographed the menu and taken a selfie with him. They got 40% off the bill.

And Sheamus tipped the kid generously.

But anyway.

"Merci for avoiding anything with garlic in," smirked Cesaro.

"I think I know you too well manbag," grinned back Sheamus, kicking off his shoes and removing his waistcoat and signature flat cap.

"Nobody likes garlic breath," purred the Swiss, removing his belt, cufflinks and shoes before standing in Sheamus' space for more hot manly kisses, "Mike did. Gross. Had to hold my breath."

"Don't talk about that," Sheamus hissed before growling as Cesaro started to kiss his neck, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

"Ce soir était parfait," Cesaro purred, eyes sparkling as he whipped the Irishman's shirt off his ivory back with a touch more force.

"Vaguely worked out what you said," Sheamus grunted, going to undress his lover. Cesaro yanked him towards the bed, wrestling him down so Sheamus was on top of him, and suddenly smashed their lips together once more, this time kissing with far more fire. Sheamus tore the Armani shirt off, exposing that sinewy torso and thick arms once more. What a fucking body. Sheamus considered himself a very lucky bloke. Wade was hot...but there was just something (probably a je ne sais quoi) about Cesaro.

Maybe it was the body hair.

MAybe it was because despite being the strongest man in WWE, Cesaro wanted to be the bottom of this relationship.

Sheamus began to undo the Swiss' jeans and pulled them down those awesome hairy legs, leaving Cesaro naked. He really hoped Cesaro didn't want to top at all. That looked like it would hurt a lot. Cesaro was moaning in lust. He wanted his Irish lover to just take him. Basically how he was feeling right now...was how Sami Zayn had felt during their one night stand.

"Want you..." he growled.

"Know you do..." smirked Sheamus, teasing between those thick thighs, "We have all night...mon cher.."

Sheamus's limited French was poorly pronounced but fuck did it turn Cesaro on.

"Anything you say," he gasped. He was a mess. Oh God. He was Mike. He spread his long legs, tying to show Sheamus what he wanted.

Sheamus paused to undress his lower half and reached for the lubricant. Almost used up. They were a horny pair of bastards.

He coated two of his white fingers liberally and ever so slowly began to finger the desperate Swiss beneath him.

"Ohh...ohhh...fuck..." Cesaro wasn't quite making Mike-style small screams but he was making unusually effeminate gasps of joy. Fuck. This felt so good. Up to now their sex had been fierce and rough with some moments of tenderness. He wanted to be truly made love to. He was a passionate continental European after all. He loved romance.

Sheamus was loving the effect this simple touching had on the man beneath him.

Cesaro had never really been properly fingered. Usually he was the one DOING it. He mumbled some garbled German, begging Sheamus to rim him.

Sheamus had NO idea what Cesaro just said. He removed his fingers, having been satisfied his lover was sufficiently prepped. He rested those slim, muscular, downy ankles on his shoulders. Cesaro made the most delicious shape in this position. And his handsome rugged face just oozed utter contentment from every pore.

Sheamus smiled warmly at him, stroking his face. Cesaro cluthed his wrist and kissed the Irishman's hand.

"Liebe mich..." he breathed.

Awwww.

He was a great big softie really.

Sheamus was coating himself with his free hand. Just because he was a violent big fellow...doesn;t mean he couldn;t wind it down in bed when it called for it. He slowly lined up against that amazing solid round arse...pushing at the tight entrance..the hairs tickling his skin as Cesaro accepted him with a gasp.

"Ahh...ahhh...ahhh..." the Swiss's eyes rolled back...mouth dropping open. This felt so good. He'd never started sex in missionarybefore...it was always from behind..on top...he well and truly felt loved now.

Sheamus was turned on more and more by the new sounds leaving the Swiss's throat. It was actually kinda cute. And he was still a man's man. The goatee. The muscles. The body hair. He could scream like a girl and Sheamus would still find it fucking hot. Could he make big Cesaro squeal? Or was that too much of a challenge?

He was fully sheathed inside and thrust forward.

"AH!" A sharp cry told him he'd smashed Cesaro's prostate. And the lustful grin on Cesaro's face.

Slowly the Irishman started to move..making sure he felt that spot inside his partner. Cesaro was making subdued gasps and moans non-stop. Oh fuck. He hadn't been fucked quite like this before. Don't stop. Please don;t ever stop.

His long legs flew down Sheamus' back and locked tightly around him like a vice. Now he truly felt being made love to. Fuck yes. Keep going.

"Stephen...je t'adore...oui oui...je t'adore...ich liebe dich...s'il vous plaît ne vous arrêtez pas...NE VOUS ARRETEZ PAS!" Cesaro's voice went up an octave without warning, his tongue loose and his mind blown.

Sheamus wished he knew all of what Cesaro was saying (he knew the first part well enough!) And quite suddenly his mouth began to move before his brain activated fully.

"Is breá liom tú ró Claudio..."

Cesaro's face lit up and he pulled Sheamus to him for some heavy, fervent kisses. Sheamus felt it back. And even better...he said it in Irish. He was so close. He could feel it. Sheamus made him come before but not like this...not in this situation...he grabbed Sheamus' hand and locked it tight, staring feverishly into the Irishman's eyes, crying out more and more...bit more...come on..don't stop damnit...don't stop..ever...he could feel it rising within...his legs on fire...his insides burning with passion...suddenly he threw his head back as he could take it no longer and let out a deep guttural roar, exploding all over his ripped torso without touching himself. Don't stop Sheamus...please don't...Cesaro wanted Sheamus to come inside him.

He continued to let hoarse gasp after hoarse gasp...a spent husk of a man.

Sheamus was blown away by the sight and sound of a big, strong Swiss man totally losing his shit beneath him. Cesaro was always a loud cummer..but not like that. The whole corridor must have heard...oh fuck...his grunts and growls grew louder and frequent...he drove deep inside as a savage snarl of ecstasy left his throat, his climax burning on its way out and into the body of his Swiss lover.

Wow.

Both men were a total mess.

Sheamus clumsily pulled out and fell down beside Cesaro.

What a night.

"Is it too early...to say I love you...in English this time?" he gasped.

"Nein...non...never to early...I love you too...so much.." panted Cesaro, kissing him.

"Hey manbag...don't cry..." smiled the sweat-sheened Irishman.

"Happy crying," Cesaro croaked, "Best sex I've ever had..."

"Don;t go blowing smoke up my arse now," smirked SHeamus, wriggling for the covers and pulling them over their heavy bodies, making sure to turn the lights out..how convenient there was a second switch for main one by the bed...spooning Cesaro from behind and taking his hand.

---

October 1, 2014

WWE house show.

Another day, another dollar. And another event. A typical day on the road for many.

And after a decent sabbatical, a bearded man was entering the arena. It was a bit of a pain having to be back at work on his 35th birthday but hey, he could spend it with friends and plus his recuperating other half had persuaded him to hit the road for a few days. He had no TV appearances to do however.

He was particularly pleased with this pink tee he was wearing with 'Birthday boy' on it. A corny joke present from his other half. After all. His birthday was on a Wednesday...and it was October the 3rd two days later. Seemed appropiate.

Locker room was empty. First one here.

Curtis Axel had missed being on the road. But right now he was missing nursing RYback back to health.

"Hi mate, good to see you...happy birthday." The Aussie-esque tones of Adam Rose, not quite as camp out of gimmick.

"Thanks man," Curtis replied, "Feels weird being back."

He checked his phone. He wanted to text his best friend but was waiting to surprise him.

"You've missed loads of drama," Adam said.

"Oh?" Curtis said, "WHat's happened? Who's been fired?"

"Nobody," Adam replied, "Ambrose and Rollins are back together. Oh get this. Cesaro and Sheamus."

"When have you been such a gossip whore Kruger?" smirked Curtis, "You been stealing my job?"

"You head cheerleaders think the rest of us notice nothing," Adam smirked back, "We all have eyes and ears. You all trying to make your own spin off Total Divas show or something?"

"We would slay the divas in the E! ratings," Curtis giggled, "Hey...you seen Stardust?"

"Yeah...in the parking lot with his wife just now," Adam said.

"Awesome. Don't tell him you saw me will you?"

"You guys fallen out?"

"No...just...don't tell him."

More and more faces filed in, a few passing on birthday platitudes but Curtis wasn;t arsed about that. He was waiting to see Cody. It had been a very interesting talk with Ryback last night. And an interesting Skype call from former WWE announcers now working for rival promotions. Anyway.

No sign of Cody.

Curtis padded out of the locker room, heading for the smoking area which was Cody's other natural place of choice apart from 'their table' in Catering. Sure enough. There he was. Stood with Eden who seemed to grow more beautiful by the day, smoking a cigarette and showing her something on his iPad, a blingy snapback back-to-front on his shaved head. Stealing Curtis' signature look now was he?

A tap on Curtis' shoulder. He jumped.

And then soured when he was face to face with Dean Ambrose who looked like he'd rather be ANYWHERE but there right now. And wait, Rollins too?

Rollins looked like he'd shoved Ambrose right at Curtis.

"What?" snapped Curtis.

"Hi.." Dean mumbled.

"Come to kick my face in again?" Curtis hissed venomously.

Dean shook his head.

Seth coughed and pushed the slightly-backtracking Dean forward once more.

"Be nice," hissed Seth out the side of his mouth.

Seth had issued Dean with one condition now they were back together - build bridges with people he'd pissed off on the roster as it would come back to haunt him one day.

"What then?" spat Curtis.

"Just wanted to say sorry for being a dick," Dean mumbled.

Curtis scowled.

"You almost got me fired," he said.

"I had to lose my title and also got fired too," Dean replied, "Look...can we just put that shit behind us?"

"As long as you keep to that," Curtis said.

"Thanks," Dean said, "And by the way...happy birthday."

Curtis gave him the slightest of smiles and nodded before padding towards Cody and Eden.

"That went well," Dean snarked to Seth.

"He isn't going to be best buds with you overnight," Seth said, "But obviously if you guys both hang out with Rhodes..."

"I'm not apologising to Miz," snarled Dean, "He might try and sleep with you the moment my back's turned."

"Because I have no willpower of my own and can't say no?" Seth raised his eyebrows, "I wouldn't touch him with a bargepole anyway even if I was."

"Thank you.." Dean was all in Seth's face and kissing him. Bless.

---

Curtis tiptoed behind Cody. Any minute now. Eden hadn't noticed him.

Tap. Tap.

"What?" Cody was absorbed in the e-comic on his iPad.

Curtis tapped harder.

"No time for questions," Cody drawled.

"Why aren't you wearing pink? it's Wednesday," Curtis smirked.

Cody almost dropped his iPad as he realised who it was.

"HEY!"

"Ooof..." Curtis was almost suffocated with big hugs.

Eden shook her head and smiled to herself. He was such a kid.

"Happy Birthday big booty bestie," Cody nuzzled him, "Means you didn't get my gift."

Pout.

"I'll open it when I get back, only doing a couple of days on the road," Curtis said, "So where's the pink?"

Cody giggled coyly and unbuttoned his jeans. Pink Pump! waistband. Of course. Curtis grinned. Rather lasciviously.

"Shall I leave you kids to catch up?" giggled Eden.

"I'll buy you dinner," Cody said, shooting the cutest smile and puppy dog eyes at her. Predictably she melted and pecked him before leaving.

"You've got her wrapped around your pinky," smirked Curtis.

"She's the only chick who truly gets me apart from Lay," Cody said, "Oh and Paige maybe. Your shirt is hot."

"Thanks," Curtis said, "Size smaller so a touch clingy.."

"Suits you. How's the Big Guy getting on?"

"Eating more. But still resting. Didn't want to come on the road, wanted to spend today with him but he made me."

"You need to make money Curtis. Off the road, you don't make money. Excuse me."

His phone was buzzing. He giggled as he saw the caller ID.

"Heyyy.."

"Hey honey," came Josh's voice, "Bad time?"

"No...just outside...Curtis is here...in pink," Cody said, "Think we might go out and get messy tonight."

"Have cosmos on me," Josh chuckled, "Now I don't want to sound pushy...and I know you don't like it, but if you could catch Spike TV tomorrow..."

"Joshy...do I have to? I have to look at this company's cast offs, bad imitation of old WWE angles and terrible production values."

Curtis snickered.

"I debut," Josh said, sighing a little at Cody's incessant TNA bashing, "On Gut Check. I'm doing a gauntlet match with all three of the BroMans."

"Ew," Cody said, "Three talentless hacks, one a Big Brother contestant who's all show and zero go in that ring."

"Just watch Coddles...please?" Josh said.

"I thought you were on an announcer's contract," Cody said.

"I am...but I leaned on them to let me have one match."

Humph. Big sigh.

"Fine. Can't it wait until someone uploads the match to Youtube or Dailymotion? Do I have to sit through the entire show?"

"Watch it whenever," Josh sighed, knowing there was no way of persuading Cody otherwise. So stubborn, "But take one more shot at my place of work and you're topping until Christmas."

"What? Joshy don't be so mean..."

"I mean it Cody. Open your mind a little. Even if its for just a few minutes."

"Fine. Love you Joshy."

"Love you too. How about you give Curtis another present...?"

"Joshy...no. He got my gift in the mail."

"We won't see each other for a while."

"I'm married to Brandi and also promised to you. That's enough."

"Trust me. Love you. Bye honey."

"Bye Joshy...muahhz."

Curtis was grinning bigger as he earwigged. It didn't take a genius to work out what Josh was saying.

Cody hung up and turned back with a comedic scowl on his face that only served to make him look like one of Natalya's cats when they were pissed-off.

"Does he debut on TNA TV?" smirked Curtis.

"Ew. Yes. I'm watching it just for him because I love him," pouted Cody, "It'll be painful. The BroMans are three botch machines."

"Actually Zema Ion and Robbie E are decent in ring competitors," Curtis said, "Jessie Godderz though yes, absolutely sucks. Hot muscle stud with pretty eyes, but yes, he sucks."

"I hope Joshy knocks their fakeass hair, tan and veneers off and takes names," snarled Cody, "And I hope he works them stiff."

"Only way to find out is watching," Curtis said, and then stumbled...knocking Cody down, "Oh...sorry..."

"WHat was that?" Cody spluttered as Curtis lay atop him, "Curtis! Mind where you put those hands!"

"Ooops," smirked Curtis, "Damn boy, that bulge..."

"CURTIS!"

"Am I making you uncomfortable Codes?" rasped Curtis, deciding to just go for broke and carry out Josh's and RYback's instructions.

"Yeah...oh God.." Cody moaned as Curtis stroked the front of his pants...OK that was a nice touch...damn it! What was wrong with him? Why was he liking it?

"Nobody here but us," Curtis said, "I missed you Codes."

"I missed you too Curtis but you know I'm not yours to have," COdy said.

"Oh sweetie," Curtis said, "You're cute and one heck of a hot stud but you're a little simple."

"Joshy said I could play away but I'm not a slut...not a slut..."

"Permission to play away...Ryan couldn't get me on the plane fast enough," purred Curtis seductively, his cool minty breath achingly close to Cody's sensitive neck, "He knows I'm frustrated and he can't have sex with me until he's recovered..."

"But...monogamous..." Cody flashed his rings.

"Polyamorous," corrected Curtis, "You're married to a beautiful woman and promised to a hot inked up otter. A third party won't change that."

"But we're friends...we'll hate one another.."

Curtis was dangerously close to kissing those soft pouty lips.

"I won't hate you," he hissed, "We're just best friends, away from our partners...who are helping each other...on the road. What happens on the road, stays on the road."

"My wife...!" Cody spluttered.

"Ssssh," Curtis was incredibly seductive, "Ssssh..."

Their lips connected and softly they began to kiss. Cody whimpered, enjoying the attention off of a man once more. He wrapped his arms around Curtis' back.

"Wow," panted Curtis, "You're an incredible kisser."

"Not the first time we've made out," Cody breathed, "Are you sure Ryback is fine with this? Joshy said he is but I know it'll hurt him.."

"It's the beauty of being gay men, the rules are much more relaxed," Curtis said, "Friends right?"

"Right...er...Curtis...er...we're both bottoms..."

"But we know what feels good," Curtis hissed, "And I'm sorry Codes, you're bisexual and versatile nowadays...and this weapon of mass destruction could do serious damage.."

He unzipped Cody's jeans and felt the bulging briefs, moaning. Ryback was a Big Guy in every respect. Cody was as big as Ryback. Oh fuck. And it felt even bigger on his much more slender frame.

"Trust me, Ryan wants details," he continued, gently rubbing, "Maybe...we could have a foursome with little Josh..."

"Not so little in the pants..." Cody moaned.

"His little Layla ring shorts don't hide it honey," Curtis purred, "And tell me you wouldn't like a go on my big man..."

"He'd break me in half..."

"I know...he breaks me several times over. Such power. Be an experience."

"This is so bad...we're going straight to hell."

"Live fast and loose," Curtis said, continuing to stroke, "Sound frustrated to me."

"I am..." whimpered Cody, "But not out here...it;s trashy."

"Sure?" Curtis began to unbutton the jeans and lower them down those feminine, perfectly-shaped thighs...if it wasn't for those bulging pink briefs Curtis was sure this was the bottom half of a woman; "You have such hot legs."

"So I'm told..."

"Bitch you work it at every opportunity...ssssh...just relax Codes...oh man...you pack so much heat...fuck you'd split me open..."

"You're used to it you size queen..." whimpered Cody, humping the cool air as Curtis' fingers closed around his aching cock at last...Curtis was very good with his hands. Not as good as Josh though..oh God...Curtis was playing with his balls now...lower Curtis...

"Want me to play with your bussy?" purred Curtis.

"Yeah...I'll return the favor birthday boy...ohhhhhh!"

Cody thrashed on the asphalt as his mischeivous best friend's finger entered the space he now only preferred Josh to touch. Curtis was good. Sharing sex stories with him meant his bestie knew how to turn him on. And Curtis sounded very street when horny. Hot.

"Best birthday present ever, a hot hunk to play with whilst my fiancé is R&Ring..." moaned Curtis.

"HOLD UP!"

Cody sprang up as though he'd been scalded.

"What's the matter?" asked Curtis, "Were you about to cum?"

"Fiancé?!"

"Yeah I was gonna tell you...he proposed to me...look..."

"And you're fucking seducing me like it's nothing?! I'm sorry Curtis but I can't believe you! Marriage is a special thing!"

"You married a woman to beard you and you say that?! Ryan told me! I can show you the texts!"

"You have strange priorities. You should be saving yourself until he's better and then you can be his and his alone! All that about wanting him to marry you!"

"He told me to play with you! He hates that he can't give me what I want. He's down about it!"

"And you think that'll boost his ego?! Sleeping with your best friend?!"

"He wants me to be happy."

"Sleeping with me will just make you blow a load and then once we're done you'll be left with nothing except regret. No Curtis. I can't. I won't. I refuse."

Cody was redressing. He felt dirty. And somewhat used. Maybe even a little betrayed.

Curtis was kicking himself. He had come on way too strong. He knew Cody had staunch values. What had he done! Oh great. On his birthday too. He'd potentially killed their friendship by letting his hormones affect his brain.

He opened his inbox feverishly.

From Ryan 3

Hey birthday boy. Flight OK? If it goes to plan, don';t do anything we wouldn't do ;) Love you xxx

From Ryan 3

He'll want to rip those off you with his teeth. Know I would. Lucky bastard. Take some video evidence ;) Or photos haha. xx

"Look," he said, "Ryan's idea. I'm sorry...I did come on way too strong. Should have let you think."

"Not like I kept my legs crossed," Cody said sadly, "I'm such a whore...you must think I'm easier than Dean...sorry Dean.."

"I don't think that," Curtis said, "I'm sorry. Please. Don't hate me."

Cody went to hug him fiercely.

"I can't hate you," he murmured, "Just...be demure Curtis. I like demure. If I'm going to share my body with you for one night, don't be trashy...be classy."

"I know...you can probably tell I haven't had any real action for weeks..probably months now," Curtis sighed, "I was so worried about Ryan when he got injured. I want him to recover at his own pace. But I have needs of my own. Only so many times I can sit on his face and not even get him off. I'm not using you Cody. Please don';t think that. I thought we had chemistry...Ryan said...even Josh said he noticed a little spark. He's not jealous. I know that's what you're thinking."

"I guess..." sighed Cody, "As long as they are both one hundred and fifty percent not going to leave us. I'd die if I lost Joshy again and I mean that."

"We'll keep our rings on," Curtis said, "THat way we won't forget that it'll be one time only."

Cody grabbed that amazing, luscious behind.

"Ohhh!" moaned Curtis, "Yeah...fuck yeah...you know I like that..."

"You could bounce quarters off it," Cody hissed, "Fuck Curtis, you have the best booty in the business. And apart from me you are the hottest twerker I know."

"You better sit on my face tonight Stardust," Curtis hissed.

"I'm flexible honey," smirked Cody, a hint of his sass of old back, "You'll never forget a night with me."

"I won't be walking for 48 hours after so i doubt it," Curtis hissed back, "You've got the only ass I've ever wanted to fuck."

"Good. Money. Mouth."

Another horny kiss.

"If Big fat Miz runs his mouth, shove a used jockstrap in it," Curtis said.

"Rusev's or another not-hot member," Cody replied.

---

The show was over.

Cody and Curtis were in the latter's hotel room, as the former was sharing his naturally with his wife.

"Messy night out with the girls tomorrow?" Cody said, pouring them both a drink from the pathetic bottle of champagne in the minibar. They were both shirtless but in sweatpants. Cody had his cute lenseless glasses on.

"It's why I persuaded two days," Curtis said, "One day to have you, the other to go out and paint whatever town we're in pink."

"You are so crafty," COdy smiled, sitting next to him, "To BFFWBs."

"I'll drink to that," Curtis grinned, clinking their glasses before draining his.

"Thirsty bitch," commented Cody.

"You saw how thirsty I am Runnels," Curtis purred.

"Happy Birthday," Cody said, pecking him on the lips.

"Thank you," Curtis replied, pecking him back. Such soft lips, "Anyone told you...your eyes are stunning. So blue."

"Only Joshy...and Teddy. Everyone else was more interested in my ass and how flexible I am," Cody sighed, "Curtis...honey...let's go slow. Don't rush me."

"If you want, fancy a bath?" Curtis suggested.

"I thought you only took baths with Big Guy? I'm not taking all the special couple things you do with just him. Sweet of you but I'm gonna say no."

He guided Curtis onto the bed and softly began to make out with him, using his expert hands to slip those sweatpants down. Curtis had nice legs. His were pretty fem too in Cody's opinion. Smooth (not quite as smooth as Cody's) and shapely. And that booty was something else.

Holy fuck. That jockstrap. Barely covered his cock.

"You like?" Curtis grinned.

"I do...birthday boy. Gonna let me unwrap?"

"Go right ahead stud," purred Curtis, "Sorry if the waistband's a little frayed. Ryan bites hard."

Oh that was so hot. Curtis was a real minx in the bedroom. Cody had heard enough stories. He gently began to peel the jock down those sexy thighs. Curtis did still ahve a slight gut but Cody thought it was cute. Curtis had a very hot body. He wasn't chunky like Miz. He was well proportioned.

Curtis spread his legs, mewling as Cody releived him of the jock. He held his legs up, exposing his hole to Cody for the first time.

He was a pretty hot manscaper. Cody had taught him well.

The younger man began to stroke his entrance with those delicate fingers before inserting one slowly.

"Ohhhhhhh...yeah...fuck..." whimpered the elder man with ecstasy, throwing his head back.

"Like that baby?" Cody's Ryback impression was UNCANNY. Curtis almost fell off the bed in surprise. Well his man did have a similar rasping bass to John Laurinaitis. And Cody could do a ridiculously good impersonation of that man. Oh fuck. The bearded man was a mess.

"Ohhhhh RYAN!" moaned Curtis.

Cody grinned. Oh yeah. Let go Curtis. This was fun. And took a big chunk of guilt out. He was enjoying pleasing his best friend far more if he role played as Ryback.

"C'mon Joseph," rasped Cody, inserting a second finger, "Ya miss me huh?"

"Oh RYAN YOU HAVE NO IDEA!" Curtis was so fucking turned on. Oh Cody. You STUD.

"That's a tight lil pussy ya got..." Cody growled, prodding the elder man's prostate, "Wanna be eaten out?"

"PLEASE!"

Curtis was gasping. His cock was leaking precum all over his stomach.

He looked up at Cody's grinning face.

He smiled.

"How do you do that?" he panted.

"Thought what would turn you on the most, and hey presto," Cody beamed.

"You fucking did turn me on...it was like he was here..."

"Lay back Joey and enjoy," Cody snarled, in the scarily-accurate Ryback voice once more, scooting between those lovely thick, solid thighs and burying his face between those solid globes of flesh. Fuck. This ass should be insured. He began to tongue it hungrily, losing himself in the roleplaying.

"Ohhhh..oh yes...don't stop...don't stop ever..." squeaked Curtis, knuckles white as he grabbed the duvet in sheer pleasure...he opened his eyes. This was so hot but still felt a bit weird. He should be pleasuring Cody in return.

"You're so wet," Cody continued, in the deep, throaty growl, as he stroked Curtis' weeping cock, "Would you like me to fuck that pussy?"

"How did you know he calls it that?" moaned Curtis.

"Because I know these things," grinned Cody, "And I've heard you and him through the wall you little screamer. Numerous times."

"Sorry...I get carried away," Curtis was blushing, "And I used to hear you and Josh sometimes but was too kind to say so. You are loud.."

"He makes me scream like no other man," Cody said.

"Oh really? Mr White, that's not wise!" Curtis said in a higher-pitched Indiana accent and it was Cody's turn to fall off the bed. Literally.

"Oww..." he was rubbing his head, his glasses askew. That was fucking trippy!

"Surprised?" Curtis said, "I've been perfecting it for weeks. THE SPEAR! THE SPEAR! THE SPEAR! THE SPEAR! THE SPEAR!"

"Hey! leave him alone, it was the one time Barbie impressed in the ring and he was stanning!" pouted Cody.

"Layla's selling more like, she sold it like a boss," Curtis said, "Ladies and Gentleman please welcome my guest at this time...THE VIPER! Randy Orton!"

He rattled off the most terrifying impression of Josh. Cody was drooling. Most people couldn't even come close to imitating his man. But Curtis. Fuck.

He ripped off his sweatpants and spread his legs.

"TAKE ME!" he cried. His shocking pink Pump! briefs were bulging and a wet spot was forming.

Fuck.

Curtis was taken aback.

But it was cute.

Cody was devoted to that guy.

Curtis had planned on using a Josh impression anyway but after Cody floored him with that scarily accurate take on Ryback...he had to use it. He'd watched endless matches from 2010-ealy 2013 from Smackdown, Main Event, Superstars, any Raw backstage segments Josh worked.

And now it was time to unwrap his present. That beautiful hunk of man. How was he born when there was no trace of his dad in that face or body?

Those fucking LEGS.

No diva had legs that hot.

Curtis was not going to rush taking the briefs off.

He kissed up those ripped abs and perfect V lines, enjoying Cody's cute little mewls. He knew of course where Cody was weakest. His swanlike neck. He placed his bearded lips between those muscular, toned traps and began to suck on Cody's neck.

Small wails filled the room. Awwww. Cody was adorable.

"Josheee..."

"Yeah?" Curtis said, voice almost breaking. Damn Josh was hard to impersonate.

"Take them off...please?"

Curtis crawled down, his ass deliberately in Cody's face.

Now this was how two bottom boys could have fun together.

Cody hungrily began to eat Curtis out as the elder man relieved him of those constricting briefs.

Curtis moaned at the sight of that huge dick. He coul;dn't wait to have that in his ass. Or down his throat. Preferably in his ass.

But as Cody was the world's biggest power bottom...Curtis knew what the cute younger boy really wanted.

Mmm. Those smooth thighs. Cody's scent filled the Minnesota native's nostrils as he began to rim Cody.

Sharp wails, muffled by Curtis' ass filled the room. Both men rimmed each other feverishly, moaning as they simulateanously gave and received their mutual favourite form of foreplay.

---

Next door, Dean Ambrose was awaiting Seth Rollins to come out the shower. Who was next door? The voices sounded familiar but he couldn't place them. And they sounded like they were having a great ol' time in there. C'mon Seth.

Dean was hard. This bed was soft.

He looked down at his black and white briefs. Should he surprise Seth and strip totally?

Yeah.

Out do those next door.

But not in a trashy way. Dean was loving the more romantic sex that they'd been having since their reconciliation. It was a second honeymoon period. And just perfect.

The shower stopped and Dean heard Seth whistling Dean's theme. Awww. He melted. And smiled sappily to himself.

He climbed to his feet and padded to the table with the TV and all their grooming shit on. He sprayed himself with his new cologne and raked a comb through his unruly tousled hair. He then decided to go dim the lights a little.

Much better.

Dean was getting more turned on in anticipation.

He hopped gaily onto the bed and relaxed as the bathroom door opened, Seth emerging in a towel, his long hair wet and all over his face.

Oh take him now.

"Hey," purred Dean.

"What's with the lights?" asked Seth, letting his towel fall and drying his hair.

"Come here." Dean said.

Seth grinned as he tied his hair back in a messy ponytail.

"Don;t worry about that Colby...I want to run my hands through it," purred Dean.

"Been listening in next door?" smirked Seth, climbing onto the bed. His muscles looked extra hot in the dim lights and Dean was itching to just mount him.

"Funny how we always wind up rooming next to the horny ass couples," Dean said, "Only let's not do a Kidd and Nattie...let's actually do it."

"Subtle as a brick Jonny...but it's why I love you.." Seth kissed him, chuckling.

Dean opened his legs some more.

"No foreplay?" grinned Seth.

"I'm so ready," Dean said, "Don't think it'll take much to get me going...not with you looking like such a fucking God.."

"You're way too nice.." chuckled Seth, "I'm suspicious."

He kissed Dean on the neck, the cologne invading his nostrils.

"You like my new underwear?" moaned Dean.

"Fucking hot..damnit why won't you go back to trunks...your ring pants are tighter.."

"Because I will want you to fuck me right in the ring every time you touch my bare skin...and you can talk...your leather pants you're fucking sewn into!"

Seth snapped the waistband against Dean's skin. It was no use. He whipped them down those smooth legs witha flourish.

Dean wrapped his legs around Seth, smiling, chest rising and falling.

"Ohh yeah.." he whimpered, "Take me like this lover.."

"You're cheesy."

"You're fucking hot. Come here."

He began to kiss Seth passionately, moaning against his lips, his ass rubbing tantalisingly against the younger man's hardon.

"I'm gonna make you scream Moxley," Seth growled.

"No...not Moxley...call me Jonny...please Colby...none of that trashy shit."

"Sorry...got carried away..."

"It's OK..." Dean stroked a stray bleached strand, "You should go back to all black."

"Nah...like the two tone," Seth said, grinding against that tight hole, enjoying teasing Dean before leaning over to find the lube. Before the show they had to be content with heavy foreplay but fingering had been involved. The younger man coated his palm before slicking himself up, handing it to Dean.

"You do it," Dean whined, "You touch me just right.."

Mock sighing, Seth coated two fingers and began to prep and scissor, enjoying the mews of ecstasy from Dean.

This was the perfect position. He could really make Dean scream like this. And also he had the power to keep Dean in place. He lined up and slowly entered.

"OHhhhhh!"

Dean was a mess. This position hit his spot just right. Well Seth ALWAYS hit the spot like no other. But this time.

Seth began to move in and out. Keeping his thrusts short yet hard. Dean's voice was already rising in octaves as jolts of ecstasy sizzled up his spine.

"Oh Colby..."

Dean found Seth's real name as well his nickname for Seth (that Tumblr STOLE) was always flying out of his mouth these days.

SPANK!

Seth grinned as his hand smacked that pert ass cheek.

"Don't stop..." whimpered Dean, "More. Make me yours."

"Be careful what you wish for," snarled Seth, kissing him.

---

"Ohhhh...fuck...Curtis..." whimpered Cody.

Curtis clambered off Cody and smirked at him, pleased with his handiwork. But he couldn't dodge that cock anymore. He needed to feel it inside him. He wanted his birthday present that his fiance couldn't give him.

He continued to smirk at the whimpering ravenette as his hot mouth finally closed around that dick. Fuck Cody was a big boy. But Curtis was used to big. It just seemed bigger because Cody was more of a twink than a big muscle hunk like his beloved Ryback.

Cody whined and thrashed on the bed, fucking Curtis' bearded face fiercely. Curtis was fucking hungry for him. Damn. And he was fucking good at head. Cody was itching to GIVE head but he was happy to wait. One night with his bestie. His job was do whatever Curtis wanted of him. It was about Curtis, not him.

"Curtis...babe...do you...spit...or swallow...?"

"Swallow. Always. But maybe later. I don't want it down my throat."

"Have you seen how much I cum? It's not an exaggeration! And I don't do bareback."

"I understand. Looks like it's a facial for me."

Curtis planted kisses all up those ripped abs. What a body.

He was envious. He wished he was as lean and as jacked as his best friend.

He felt flabby by comparison.

He turned away and got on all fours, arching his back, that curvaceous booty up and proud.

"Fuck..." breathed Cody, "Slut.."

"I haven't had dick in seven weeks..." moaned Curtis, "Do you know desperate I am...?"

"My fault Joseph," Cody snarled, in the RYback voice once more, spanking Curtis, "Been neglecting my duties."

Rubbers. Shit. Did they have any?

Cody padded to Curtis' bag to scrabble around. He himself didn't carry any. He and Josh were strictly bareback.

"In my boots," Curtis whimpered, "I got some just in case."

"Will they fit me?"

"Extra large."

COdy found them and tore the box open. Ribbed. Mmmm.

He liked those back in the day when he used to make his tops wrap it. He was such a slut back then.

He took a sachet out and ripped it open with his teeth. He searched Curtis' bag for lube. Mmm. Scented. Awww. He began to coat himself liberally. It was real. He felt like he was cheating. His boner was going down.

He couldn't do it.

"Curtis...I can't...I'm really sorry...it's cheating, whether its permitted or not...I can't bring myself to do it..."

Curtis huffed. So fucking close to finally breaking his dry spell...so fucking far. What a fucking cock tease.

He punched the bed and growled.

"Curtis! What's more important to you? Getting your rocks off or our friendship? Your engagement?"

"Right now fucking getting off! You're lucky! You got a wife on the road AND a boyfriend! Most guys don't get that!"

"Curtis is that the only reason you wanted us to be friends? Because I'm quote unquote a hot stud?!"

Cody did look cute when he did air quotes. Even with a rapidly softening dick.

"Well one of the reasons yes..." admitted Curtis, "But because you're legit the nicest guy in the company...an awesome wrestler...the only person to want to be friends with me. C'mon Codes...doesn't your anaconda want me? I got buns!"

"You didn't just say that...?"

"Sure you don't want to just blow a load off...?" Now Curtis hgad slipped into Josh's voice, "Just think Coddles...you give me a present, I'll give you one in return and I know you are aching to just be thrown down and pounded..."

No. Why was Cody getting hard again? It was CURTIS imitating Josh not Josh himself...why?!

Cody found his legs carrying him to the bed and kneeling behind the elder man. He found his hands squirting more lube onto his fingers and leaning forward to scissor that well-rimmed and fingered hole.

"Ohhhhh yes! Yes!" whimpered Curtis with impossible gratitude.

Cody could identify with that. He was a hot mess when he and Josh FINALLY had sex again the other week. He was on pure heat that night. OK. Fine. Give his bestie the one thing his bestie's fiance couldn't right now. He lined up and slowly pushed against that very tight hole.

"OWWW!" cried Curtis, going rigid.

Fuck. THat hurt. It hurt a lot. He'd forgotten the pain of being penetrated after a long, long dry spell. Especially by a dick that big.

The first time Ryback had entered him he remembered how painful it was. His eyes had streamed and he almost gave up. But once that spot was hit...fuck..the best sex of his life. And Cody was hitting him from behind. So he could imagine it really was Ryback.

But those smooth soft thighs were unmistakeably NOT the Big Guy.

"Hurting's part of it sweetie," Cody soothed, "You know that...as do I...should see how thick Joshy is...he almost split me in half..thought I couldn't take him..."

"You? He's not that long..."

"Average length but WAY above average girth..." Cody purred pushing in some more, "But once he hit my Gspot..."

"FUCK!" screamed Curtis suddenly as his prostate got well and truly stabbed...

"I was just like you are now," finished Cody, "I want to you to fucking let go babe. I don't care if you scream your man's name so loud Hawaii can hear. Fucking enjoy it."

"Then shut up and fuck me!" Curtis cried.

The bed began to crash to and fro as Cody began to well and truly pound his best friend. This was nothing like he'd ever done before. But Josh had done him like that several times.

And Curtis was screaming like he hadn't had sex in ten years, face down, ass up, thrusting right back to meet Cody's movements.

"Ohh yes! FUCK YES! MORE!" yelled Curtis.

Cody may have just found a rival in the cock-thirsty greedy power bottom stakes.

"Fuck yes Joey," he rasped, trying his hardest to emulate Ryback, "Miss me?"

"OH RYAN! MISSED YOU SO MUCH! OH FUCK! FUCK ME!"

"Don't think they can hear ya back home.." Cody growled, spanking Curtis' incredible ass, "Take it!"

Curtis was just crying out and crying out. Taking the pounding like it was his last. He nee ded to be made to cum. He didn't want to waste this fuck by jerking off. But he needed to be on his back or on top. And looking at that pretty face instead of the ruggedly handsome one of his beloved might be weird.

Cody was on the same wavelength. He could tell by Curtis' constant cries of 'more' that Curtis needed to made to cum. He knew that wanton need only too well. He pulled out and laid on his back.

Instantly Curtis straddled him, facing the wall and lowered his beautiful ass onto Cody once more. And then began to ride like it was his damn job, crying out in desperate lust.

"Oh Ryan! I need you...fuck...fuck...need...fuck...oh Ryan...fuck...fuck...fuckmefuckme...yes! JUST THERE! OH FUCK! OHFUCKOHUFUCK..."

Cody was taken aback. Curtis was a WHORE in the bedroom.

"OH YES! FUCK...GONNA..."

Curtis' words were lost as he willed his orgasm through his body with all his might, using his hips and hips alone, gripping Cody's knees tight, working that ass. Yes. Oh yes. He was going to come. He couldn't stop. it was boiling up inside him...fuck yes...at last...Curtis screamed with relief and ecstasy as his much-needed release sprayed the sheets in front of him. Oh fuck he hadn't cum like that since...well...the last time Ryback fucked him.

Cody was taken aback. Curtis sounded like he needed that badly.

But Cody needed to blow his load too.

Curtis climbed off him, spent and sated.

He leaned over to kiss Cody tenderly.

"thank you, thank you," he whispered, "You're amazing. I thought he was there. I know it wasn't the point but...thank you. You're an incredible fuck."

"Not done yet babe," Cody said, shooting his naughty grin.

Curtis's eyes lit up.

"Sit on my chest stud and give me that load," he snarled.

"We're so alike," whimpered Cody.

"Facials are the fucking best," Curtis hissed lustfully.

"Especially if he's been eating fruit," Cody smirked, fisting his cock feverishly as he sat on Curtis' chest.

"You've got the most incredible thighs.."

"Been told...you have an incredible booty. Bootylicious bestie."

"Shut up and jerk off!"

Cody shut his eyes, picturing Josh. Hearing Josh's voice. Imagining Josh pinning him to the bed and just fucking him the way he'd just fucked his best friend.

"OHHH...AHH!...AH! AH! Fuuuuckk..." Cody trailed off as he convulsed, his release spraying all over Curtis' face, chest, the pillow..his beard...everywhere.

Curtis was gobsmacked...was Cody ever going to stop?

Cody was spent too.

That had been a good jizz.

"Whoops," he giggled, beholding the mess he'd made.

"You weren't kidding..." panted Curtis, "Fuck that's not normal! That's freaky! Firehose!"

"Happy Birthday," Cody said, kissing him chastely on the lips and climbing off.

"Thank you," Curtis said, "I'm just gonna have to shower. Cum cannon."

"That's what Joshy said the first time he saw me shoot."

"Don't blame him. Ow. You well and truly serviced me. And don't worry. What happens in...whatever this town's called...stays in this town. OK?"

"Pinky promise?" asked Cody, puppy dog eyes.

"Pinky promise," Curtis said, linking their little fingers together.

"Who's going to be little spoon?" asked Cody, looking for his briefs and pulling them on. Sleeping naked with Curtis now they'd both shot their wads seemed way too weird.

"Me...if that's OK?" Curtis asked, padding into the bathroom and shutting the door, "Two ticks. Let me shower."

Cody climbed into bed, grabbing his phone. He felt weird. A mixture. It had been a wild experience and a defining moment in their friendship. He wasn't sure he'd do this again. Once was enough. Curtis was a fucking excellent bottom. They were too alike in bed. Nobody compared to Joshy.

Cody browsed his phone.

He dialled.

"Hello..." Josh sounded irritable.

Cody's heart sank. Cold feet. He knew it.

"Heyyy...only me.."

"Oh...hey...sorry was catching an early night..."

"How are you..sorry for being a little bitch earlier..."

"It's OK honey, I know your feelings on the matter...I can't make you like it."

"I want you to make money Joshy but it doesn't mean I have to like how you choose to do so," Cody pleaded, sniffling, the guilt pouring from him all of a sudden, "Joshy..."

He broke into sobs.

He hated himself.

Now he'd come down from the high.

"What's the matter?" asked Josh, sounding worried, "What's happened?!"

"I hate myself...you should leave me...I broke the promise...don't deserve you..."

"Oh...right...you and Curtis did the deed huh? Cool. Not mad at it."

"You sound like you are Joshy..."

"I guess...little blow to an old man's fragile ego.."

"Joshy. Curtis is older than you."

"So how was it...?" Yep. Josh sounded really bitter.

Cody wanted to curl up and die.

"I spoke in Ryback's voice...went alpha top on his ass...literally. Gave him a facial. He did a flawless impression of you that made me go hard in like a millisecond..."

"He did what?" Now Josh sounded amused, "DId he really do an impression of me? Poor bastard."

"I should have filmed it...you don't believe me...you think I'm gonna do a Cesaro and prefer Curtis to you..."

"No no...awww honey you're a little worry wart, you need to stop...if at all I thought it would break us up for good I wouldn't have egged Curtis on. We're grown men. We have needs Cody."

"But you got bespoke promise rings..plus other rings just for us. A promise ring means you are promised to that guy and that guy alone!" sobbed Cody mournfully.

"And you have a wedding band that signifies your lifetime commitment to a beautiful girl," Josh said, "Please...stop beating your ass up about it. You gave your best friend what he really wanted. Hell I was on Skype to Ryback earlier speculating about how you guys would do the nasty."

"It was weird...Joshy I'm not a top..." Cody said, "I only do it because you ask me and because I love you and there's me porking my bestie without a second thought..."

"I guessed you would," Josh said, "If he enjoyed it, that's more important, right? How do you feel about him now?"

"Well I just gave my body to him for a night so I hope he takes this seriously," Cody said, "I don't know Joshy...all a bit hazy still. He's a screamer. He's just like me..."

"Trust me RYback told me," Josh said.

"I can't let him top me," Cody said, "He's got a nice cock. But he's not you. I basically let him use me to get his much needed itch scratched. Miss you Joshy...call me in the morning...please?"

"OK..." chuckled Josh, "Go get some rest. And please watch my Gut Check debut? Night night honey..."

"I love you..." Cody almost pleaded.

"Love ya too. Night night."

Josh hung up.

Cody wasn't altogether reassured. His instincts told him Josh was majorly pissed at him. Something in his enunciations. And his voice. Sounded pained. And Cody had potentially royally fucked up.
He wriggled under the covers, cocooning himself, feeling extra vulnerable.

---

Dean was locking the hotel room door early the next morning. He was curious to see who'd roomed next to them. FUck they were loud. Well the bottom was.

"C'mon...don't be so nosey," Seth said, already ahead of him, "Did you want breakfast?"

"Fans might see us.." Dean said, "Don't want to get you into trouble.."

"The noises you were making last night?" smirked Seth, "Little screamer."

"Less of the little shortie," snapped Dean.

"Ayyyyy," Seth grinned stupidly, pulling a double thumbs-up.

"Not funny. Hasn';t been for a year," pouted Dean.

"Hey. Pick your face up cos I'm paying for food."

"Sorry...only downside...zero kip."

Dean wasn't even subtle. He was hovering near the next door. He heard voices and the door open. Shit. He pretended to tie his shoelaces.

Cody and Curtis, both a little subdued this morning, froze.

"Shit..." breathed Curtis.

Dean looked up.

His mouth dropped open.

Cody stared right back.

"Erm..."

"What the?" Dean gasped, "YOU two?!"

"I er..."

"How long?!" demanded Dean.

"Not quite that..." Curtis broke off.

"You hypocrite!" erupted Dean, and suddenly he slapped Cody around the face hard, "You preach to me about fucking monogamy and staying faithful! And you're fucking HIM! Nice! Way to piss over your marriage! Your wife's the next floor up probably wondering why you didn't get back! And way to fucking piss over what you had with Josh!"

Cody was stunned and holding his face.

Seth was a little nonplussed. Both at the revelation of their neighbors and Dean's reaction.

"I trusted you Cody!" Dean raged, "But you're the fucking same! Is that why you wanted me to be nice to Axel?! Because he's your secret road fuck?! I don't know how you can fucking sleep at night! At least people like Miz are honest about being disgusting whores! At least I WAS HONEST! You're the fucking worst kind! Say one thing and do another! Get the fuck out my life! Don't come near me Runnels! You're fucked up!"

"Dean...please...it wasn't like that!"

"Oh really? What was it then?"

"None of your business," cut in Curtis, "We're grown adults. We can do what and whom we like."

"Hey, that's un-necessary," Seth warned.

Dean got right in Curtis' space.

"Who asked you. Slut. Homewrecker. I bet you offered it on a plate didn't you. Poor bastard Ryback, stuck at home with an injury to the groin whilst you're getting your back blasted open by your so called best friend. You make me sick. Both of you."

Dean turned on his heel and stormed away down the hotel corridor. Right past Seth.

"Nice work," Seth snarled, "Thanks a lot."

"Fuck you Rollins."

"I think you've fucked enough, haven;t you?" Seth hit back before going after Dean.

Cody was against the wall. He slowly slid to the floor, head in his hands. Sobbing once more.

"Hey..." Curtis said, "C'mon...it's nothing to do with him."

"He's right though...I'm disgusting. I'm an asshole. A slut. I don't deserve this..." he teatfully lobbed his wedding ring at the wall; "Or THIS!" he threw his promise ring in quick succession.

"You spoke to him this morning and he was perfectly OK with it..."

"Over the phone! He hates me. Dean hates me! If MIZ FINDS OUT...FUCK NO!"

"And when have you cared what that fat heap of trash thinks?"

"Because I'm no better than him! Dean's right! I'm trash! I'm fucking trash!"

Cody was on his feet and sprinting for the elevators. He needed to be alone. Alone. Curtis spotted the discarded rings. He pocketed them.

What had they got themselves into?

---

Oooh 'eck.

What will happen after this?

There is a lot of 'wifeswapping' going on at the moment, I'm sorry! And Charlie/Elextrix, I hope you liked it! It wasn't totally the Cody-Rybaxel 3way you were hoping for but close enough. And top!Coddles. I feel weird writing him that way. But thirsty!Curtis. He IS the WWE's Kim Kardashian ;)

Mainly an Ambrollins chapter (and a lot of femslashy bits too but I love Paige and Summer as a couple!) but the Sheasaro was good fun to do too! I love those two. I think I dig it more than Shade...sorry!

Next chapter we will see some Samdrian as they have been working the live events of late, no doubt more Sheasaro fun.