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.

26. Chapter 26

Chapter 25

Happy New Year peeps! Firstly I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday/Christmas! Initially we'll be coming back from the brink before moving back on. Finn Balor/Devitt is like a new toy at the moment so I can't stop featuring him. And at last he's got a character tag.

You'll notice the title change of sorts. Still in limbo so call it what you will :)

If you want Sheasaro smut, you're in luck. If you're a fan of Finn/Devitt...well you're in luck too ;) Enjoy.

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Wade studied the message from Sheamus. That was a relief. No awkwardness when he was finally back at work full time. Not that the Brit sought his ex's approval anyway, he could see whom he wanted.

"What's up?" asked Finn.

"Oh nowt," Wade said, "Looks like Ste is happy for me."

"His opinion shouldn't matter," Finn said, cuddling close to Wade, "He dumped you for Cesaro."

Wade's eyes raked those delicious abs. That was a bloody eight pack, never mind a six pack. He'd certainly struck gold with this hottie. But yes. Finn was right. Sheamus did essentially cheat on him with Cesaro before dumping him for the Swiss when all was said and done. Wade was totally in the clear.

"Do we have to go out just yet?" Finn whined, crawling naughtily onto Wade's middle and pecking his bearded lips.

Wade reached to grab that incredible solid arse.

"Up to you mate," he smirked.

Finn continued to kiss and wriggle, so Wade's hardon was teasing his hole. He moaned. He wanted another round. He didn't care if he couldn't sit down after. His very long dry spell had been broken.

"Jesus.." Wade hissed, "You're a horny little.."

"Doesn't feel like you're complaining Stuart," purred Finn.

Wade lay back, smirking up at this cute Celtic minx. Let Finn take control. That fucking body riding him...Wade wouldn't last. What a fucking upgrade.

Finn reached for the discarded lube bottle and grabbed it with a cute little 'rawr', eyes sparkling and the most mischeivous smile on his handsome face. He was feeling more playful than ever. He was on cloud fucking nine. Although he was looking for commitment he also believed in roadtesting before you bought. And so far...Wade was every bit the best sex he'd ever had. Nobody even touched this Northern studmuffin.

Wade chuckled.

"Did you just go rarr..?" he snickered.

"Problem?" grinned Finn, coating two of his fingers and kneeling up, inserting them inside himself and whining with need, wincing at the slight pain of the tender flesh. It will hurt like hell later but oh so worth it. And what a tale to tell Sami at lunch. And Sasha if she wasn't feeling too squeamish.

He crawled forward, whipping the covers off Wade and leaned to take the Brit;s cock into his mouth once again, arse up, moaning as he sucked.

"Fuckin'ell...you're too fuckin good at this..Fergal.." growled Wade.

"I like to please my guys," purred Finn, licking up the shaft and playing with the Brit's balls. He then reached for the lube and squirted what was left in the bottle over Wade, applying it thickly. Finally, he straddled Wade, pressing his lips to Wade's as he wriggled back, sitting on Wade's hardon, slowly sinking down with a sharp gasp of pain. This time Wade was inside him first time. Yes. He was back in business.

"Oh Stuart..." he whined...eyes closing, lips parted with intense pleasure, his heavenly torso heaving softly.

Wade couldn't believe a lad with a body like THAT was moaning his name. He'd be SO hated by girls on the internet for this.

"Oh Stuart.." whimpered Finn once more, slowly moving up down..

Wade leaned up to devour his lips.

And then found himself thrown right back hard.

"I'm in control," snarled Finn, eyes flashing, "You just lay there and look fucking hot...oh yes...oh fuck...you're the fucking best...fuck yeah...Níl mé ag iarraidh aon duine eile Stuart.."

What did he say?

Damn Wade wished he knew Irish.

Finn;s eyes shone.

So Wade knew that must be something meaningful...Finn was staring blazingly down at him as he continued to bounce on Wade, imploring an affirmative response. Wade grunted and growled...

"Fook yeah..." he snarled, accent heavier than ever...he reached for Finn's hands and clasped them. Finn whined cutely and passionately. He began to snap his slim hips hard. Make Wade HIS. And HIS alone. Nobody else. Jaws and legs of any potential rivals will be broken. Finn didn't give a toss. He continued to moan and whimper in garbled Irish. He was getting close...

Very close..

So was Wade..that tight arse clenching him..just looking up at Finn's perfect Herculean form...all for him...hearing Finn's beautiful brogue fill the air with moans...

"Tá tú Stuart mianach, beidh tú a bheith i gcónaí mianach..." Finn cried as his orgasm thundered dangerously close, bit more...yes...bit more..., "Oh...Stuarrttt..."

His musical voice became a scream as he went rigid and his skin was set alight...his pleasure exploding in slippery ropes all over the hard, tall, English hunk beneath his thighs..Wade had made him come yet again. Definitely a fucking keeper.

But Finn wasn't satisfied. He needed Wade to cum in him again.

Sweat was beading on his forehead. He started to really ride despite it hurting him now he'd climaxed..

"Easy Fergal...hey...oh fuck...y'know what...don't fucking stop...oh fuck...gonna spunk right up yer tight arse...ohh fuck...fuck yeah man...oh FUCK..."

Wade snarled savagely as he drove deep into the hot Irishman, going right over the edge...oh fuck that was twice in 24 hours he'd come fucking hard..jesus...this lad was something else.

Finn looked down at Wade..he ran a shaking hand over the Brit's muscualr pecs.

"You're amazing.." he croaked.

"You've only shagged me twice...in twelve hours.." grinned Wade.

"I already know...we have a connection Stuart. Don't you feel it?"

"Easy mate...calm down..." Wade leaned up to kiss him.

Finn pushed him away.

"Don't shush me..." he pouted.

"Wasn't.." Wade sighed, "Just...the sex talking that's all. C'mon..let's shower and I'll take you out. You pick, I just hand over the dosh."

"You'll regret that," smiled Finn, climbing off Wade, his knees giving way and he fell clumsily onto the bed.

DAMN!

Just when he thought that wretched clumsiness had disappeared...

Wade chuckled.

He found that bloody cute. Even obscenely talented wrestlers with incredible bodies had flaws. Finn's was his adorable gawkiness. Finn was far more than just the hot 'Prince Devitt' to Wade.

The Brit picked the Irishman up bridal style.

Finn just smiled warmly at him.

"Is there anything you can't do.." he simpered.

"Cook?" Wade grinned.

"Good because I can do that for you.." Finn purred, eyes glowing, "Man you're strong...carrying big old me.."

"Works the old arms out, saves having to fanny about with weights," smirked Wade, placing Finn gently in the shower and turning it on.

Finn grinned as he stepped under the hot stream, squirting shampoo into his hair and trying to emulate a Herbal Essences girl.

Bloody hellfire...any comic intent was lost on Wade's eyes as they raked that body, water dripping down it...jesus...he was getting a semi already.

---

Another Irishman was also enjoying morning sex not too many blocks away.

In fact it mirrored the scene in his ex's bed just now.

Sheamus was pinned to the bed.

Cesaro was aggressively riding him like it was his bloody JOB. His powerful body tense with testosterone and passion as those furry thighs rubbed against Sheamus' smooth ivory ones.

"Oh...ohh...Stephen..."

Cesaro had been really on one when they'd gotten back. Last night the Swiss had made Sheamus bend him over the arm of the sofa and nail him. And this morning...Cesaro had woke him up and sat on his cock without giving him a chance to breathe. He'd seen the text from Wade last night. And Sheamus replying.

Cute picture huh?

Cesaro couldn't help but be JEALOUS.

He'd been at it for God knows how long this morning.

He was sure Sheamus's legs were sore.

His certainly were aching.

But he wasn't fully sated yet.

Sheamus pulled the writhing Swiss to him and devoured his lips to try and calm him down a bit.

"Don't stop me Stephen," moaned Cesaro, "I want this. I want you. So much."

"Don't take yourself out an'all...bad enough me injured..."

"Man up Stephen and fucking ENJOY IT!"

Wow.

Sheamus was turned on even more.

"You want it hard do ya?" he grabbed Cesaro's wrists, forcing him to stop.

"Yes. And don't stop me."

"On your front!" snarled Sheamus.

"You don't give me orders Farrelly," Cesaro growled, easily shucking his arms free, "You can lie there until I have orgasmed."

This is the fuel that fired both men constantly...that tiny scrap of fear of one another. Sheamus was a little bit shit scared of Cesaro's brute strength and iron fists, whilst the Swiss was a little frightened of Sheamus' fierce Irish tempter and HIS strength. He loved SHeamus very much. But he was also a touch scared. And right now was a little jealous. Which made him far more aggressive than usual in bed. And Sheamus was smashing his prostate JUST right like this. And he was doing all the work. All Sheamus had to do was lay there and look fucking hot and manly. GRR.

After another furious ten minutes of hard masculine coupling, Cesaro uddenly bellowed in French...too fast for Sheamus to pick up but almost in a flash the redhaired Irishman's chest was sprayed in hot semen. As was his face. Bloody hell Cesaro had cum hard. Even his orgasm was angry.

Jesus Sheamus had never been more turned on.

Cesaro was gasping and went a little limp...spent.

Sheamus took advantage and leaned up, heaving the big European adonis up off the bed..shuffling around before with a growl, slamming him down hard. Opening those long hairy legs. He was gonna fucking wreck him. Show him HE was boss now.

Cesaro began to yell and cry out, enjoying the pain that tore through his spent body as Sheamus began to pound him like he hated him. Oh yes. Take him to the limit.

The Irishman began to thrust in faster. Harder. Faster still as he thundered close to orgasm...he roared like a charging bull as his own released burned its way out and inside Cesaro.

A tangle of muscular limbs fell to the bed.

SHeamus gingerly pulled out and lay next to him.

Cesaro leaned over and stroked his face, kissing with delicate tenderness so at ills with the furious fuck they'd just had.

"C'etait fantastique," he breathed, "Love you Stephen."

"Love you too Claude...bloody hell what's got into ya this morning?" chuckled the sweaty Sheamus.

Cesaro reached for his beau's phone.

"Why are you calling Wade cute?" he demanded.

"Oh...that...jesus mate you gone soft in the 'ead?" chuckled Sheamus, "Did he not send it you and all?"

"No. What is it? Is he still after a threesome?!" snarled Cesaro.

"No no..." Sheamus tried to calm him by kissing him again, "Nothing like that. He's got a new fella. DId you not see them necking at the party?"

"Wasn't bothered by anyone else," grumped Cesaro.

Sheamus stroked his bald head, "Well Stuey won't be bothering us anymore, look," he said, showing the photo of Wade and Finn, "New fella."

"Why am I not surprised he picked Prince Devitt?" snarked Cesaro.

"Devitt's a good lad," Sheamus said, "I couldn't have picked someone better to get over me."

"Not hard, Devitt's Irish and likes beer," grunted Cesaro.

"Does it bother you?" asked Sheamus, "Cos I'm not arsed. I'm genuinely happy for Stuey. They look happy in that picture. I don't think that's a works do fling. I legit think they're a proper couple."

"Just seems like Barrett's trying to rub your nose in it that's all," Cesaro admitted.

"I appreciate that, trust me," Sheamus said, "But I'm over him. Got over him when we decided to make our stuff official, like. So what if he's picked another Irish lad? Becky Lynch is Irish...she's from the same city as me for God's sake.. do you see me being jealous of her?"

"No..." Cesaro mumbled.

Sheamus reached for his laptop and flipped it open, pulling his beau's head onto his reddening, sticky, white chest.

"How about some Father Ted?" he grinned.

Cesaro smiled a little.

He had to admit that sitcom was very funny. He cuddled closer to Sheamus as the Irishman fired up Netflix.

---

Paige was packing up her bag ready to hit the airport to fly to wherever tonight's Live Event was playing. Ouch. She was knocking back beer and cocktails copiously last night and her head was rather tender. Her ebony tresses were piled up into a huge bun on the top of her head and she was definitely dressed down for the day. She zipped up her khaki parka she dubbed her 'chav coat' and perched on the bed of the Orlando hotel room to do her makeup.

Well a girl had to make some concessions.

Her phone rang.

If that was talent relations, she'll tell them she'd be there and they should stop getting on her tits. The hangover was making the young Brit girl irritable.

The bathroom door opened and Summer appeared, still immaculately dressed, her wavy golden hair tumbling down in waves.

"Your phone's ringing," she stated.

"Who is it...anyone important?" Paige asked.

Summer picked up the phone and rolled her eyes. Jesus did he ever get a break?

"The ginger ninja."

"Oh what does HE want this time of a morning?"

"Girl it's almost lunch time."

"Give it here."

She took her iPhone and answered.

"What do you want Samuel?"

"Sound a bit crabby Saraya...hung over are we?" She could almost see the teasing smirk on that impossibly cute bearded face.

"Well done. As usual you state the obvious."

She wasn't impressed.

Sami was clearly laughing at her.

"Sasha's bailed on me and I need some female company for lunch. Is Codes free do you know?"

"Here's a wild thing Samuel but why don't you ask him?"

"OK OK, don't take it out on me because you were too drunk to get laid last night."

"And I suppose you did?"

"Oh yes. Last night and this morning. But that's by-the-by. I have gossip."

"Can't it wait?"

"C'mon Saraya...you love me really..."

"Suppose I do. Even if you're bloody annoying."

"Don't need this attitude. I'm the new NXT Champion. You miss me when I'm not on the road. OK I can't hold it any longer. Fergal and Wade are official."

"Awwwwwwwwwww..."

"It's every bit as cute...I've invited him to lunch...was gonna be me and Sasha but she bailed...Death Ray wanted extra training today to keep the girls white hot."

"You didn't need to invite Devitt out, he lives in your pocket already doesn't he?"

Summer snorted.

"Hi Sami! Am I invited?" she cooed, loud enough for him to hear.

"Tell your girlfriend she can perv on Fergal's amazing abs another day," Sami said, "He won't want too many there. And Summer can't make fun of him quite as well as you."

Paige had put him on loudspeaker.

Summer made a big over dramatic offended gesture, very much like in her days as Fandango's baby boopsie.

"Your blatant arselicking will get you everywhere Samuel...well let me wash my hair because I cannot show up looking like a chav bint after a house party," Paige said, "Where are we meeting?"

"Habibi's."

"OK I'll be there. Let me de-rough."

---

Trust Sami to pick an Arabian restaurant to have lunch in. As always he called the shots. Paige thought as she arrived, hair now immaculately wavy and her signature black snapback once more perched atop her head at the perfect jaunty angle. She had a quick look inside but couldn't see anyone.

Did she stand outside and risk getting mobbed? Or did she go in and have a Mimosa? On second thoughts probably not. She had to show up tonight and appear as though she was only on lemonade at the Christmas party last night. Not that anyone would believe it. Cody would drop her in it, she thought. Or any of the Total Divas.

She wandered in and went to the bar of the softly-lit taverna and ordered some water, checking in on Facebook as she did so, totally absent mindedly.

About fifteen minutes passed.

Paige was wondering if Sami had set her up. She felt a bit of a twat stood here alone. She wished she had asked Summer along but the blonde had insisted she have some friend time without her. Sami never held her up before. Not like him.

She huffed and checked her phone, tapping a text to Sami asking where the bleeding' hell he was.

Someone shoved roughly past her. In fact two people did.

"Excuse ME..." she snarled pointedly.

One of the two men who'd shoved her paused at the sound of her voice. And a malicious sneer split his stubbled face, shod with aviators and his hair immaculately quiffed. Paige's anger was only accelerated when she realised whom it was who'd shoved her. She folded her arms and glowered.

"Not very nice is it...Paige?" sneered Corey Graves.

"Does the phrase 'get a life' mean anything to you?" she deadpanned.

"I'm out to lunch with my friend," Corey said, unbelievably smug, "Not harming anyone am I?"

"We can go wherever we like," piped up the other man, Justin Gabriel.

Paige was now kicking herself. Why oh WHY did she check in here on Facebook earlier?! Someone ratted her out. Or she still had Corey on there. She'll check later. She also noted that Corey had two cuts on his lip. And smirked. Baron Corbin and Josh Mathews had both left their marks on him.

"Anyway, I'm suing your precious TNA announcer friend for all he's fucking worth," snarled Corey, "Let's see what he's done, hm? Gatecrashed a WWE function that was invitation only, cross-promotional fraternization...oh and assault and battery!"

"He can't have done that much damage because your mouth's still working," spat Paige.

"I only let Baron Corbin off because he's hot, single and I'm seeing him tonight," smirked Corey.

"Yeah. Stick that in your over dramatic pipe and smoke it, Aiden English," chimed in Justin, snickering.

"Grow up." hissed Paige, "All of a sudden I feel sick. Something stinks in here."

She stomped outside.

"Aw man," Justin said, "We forgot to mention the restraining order we've taken out against Mathews."

"Damn. Never mind," Corey replied, "It's called treasure in heaven...they've got to wait for it."

"Especially when AJ had it took out in Rhodes' name," Justin continued, "I wish I'd gotten to know her sooner. Like when that spiky haired loser was still working here."

"Merry Christmas Cody," Corey was cackling with malicious glee. Oh he couldn't WAIT to see Stardust's ugly mug when he found out their little scheme. Nobody messed with Corey Graves and got away with it.

"We need to find a way of breaking up British goth bitch and her talentless big nosed girlfriend now," Justin said, "Preferably by the holidays."

"I'm working on it," Corey said, "Trust me."

---

Paige had decided to do a bit of shopping whilst she was waiting for Sami. She hadn't bought Josh or Cody a Christmas present yet and if Cody's boyfriend was still in Orlando today seemed a good a time as any as it would save mailing it. Josh still worked matches on Impact every now and then and was still using her music. He was working in black trunks and black kickpads now. So she'd gone and bought him some black Doc Martens. Imitation was the sincerest form of flattery in her opinion. Especially as he was now doing her entrance scream and everything.

She'd called Cody and invited him and Josh along to lunch, telling them it was Habibi's. SHe'd mentioned the run-in with Corey and Justin and warned both of them to just be careful with what they said on social media.

When she arrived back at Habibi's, she noted four men.

Sami.

Finn.

Cody (in his adorable lenseless glasses).

And Josh.

Oh dear.

She checked the messages from Sami one more time.

And then felt a complete and utter tit.

It said 13:45.

She thought it was 12:45.

What a moron.

Maybe that'll teach her to read messages probably.

"Nice of you to show up Saraya," catcalled Sami, "Decided to fit in a quickie with Summer?"

"Hush," put in Cody, "I told you she was already here. Hi Paige." Adorable wave.

Finn was just looking extremely shifty. Well he was walking funny.

Paige just smiled. Like a proud mum greeting her kids. All her boys in one place. Yes Finn was one of her boys now. So what if she was 11 years younger? WOmen matured faster than men anyway.

And ALL of them...were in Christmas jumpers. In fucking Orlando.

"As you hadn't shown up," Sami smirked, "We went to Walmart to get some ugly sweaters."

Sami's actually wasn't Christmassy. But still knitted and had a dated pattern on like something your nana would knit you.

"So we going in then?" Finn said.

"Yes," Sami said, "I'll ask for an ice pack or rubber ring for you to sit on Fergal."

Finn just rested his thumb on his bottom lip in a way that was unbelievably Cody. Let Sami make fun of him. He'd been having the best sex ever the last 12 hours. Let the redhead crow. As soon as they were done, Finn was heading right back to Wade. For more. He;d had such an amazing day. Wade was just perfect. Hot. That accent. A gent. Common interests. And paid for his breakfast even though Finn insisted they went halves.

"I had an idea," Josh put in, "I don't think it's a good idea going in there...Middle Eastern...Muslim.."

"I'm Muslim and even I'm wearing this hideous secular garment," Sami cut in, "But we'll hit the bistro two blocks away instead.."

So the little company did that and found a table at the classy French bistro in question. When the waiter led them to the table, Sami had the most wicked grin on his face which meant trouble afoot.

"Excusez-moi," he said, "My friend's just had hernia surgery...would it be possible to get something for him to sit on?"

"Sure monsieur," drawled the waiter.

Finn was SCARLET.

The others were sniggering.

"OK there Fergal?" grinned Sami.

"I hate you," pouted the Irishman.

"I know the feeling," Cody piped up, a naughty smile on his pretty face.

Josh facepalmed. He knew this was coming. But well, why shouldn't he have been up all night in Cody? They didn't see each other all that often nowadays. And the noises coming from Cody's slutty maw in bed sounded pretty grateful to him.

"Oh yes...hows your pelvis today Joshua?" smirked Sami, "After a night of Stardust bouncing on it?"

"You can laugh," spluttered Josh, "But it's a shortcut way of getting abs like Prince Devitt's."

Finn smirked and lifted his especially ugly Christmas jumper to flash his stomach. Well he was darn proud of his abs. And everyone always remarked on them.

"I can see your knickers, put them away," Paige scolded.

"Yes mammy," Finn teased. He had a really wicked look about him today. Sami looked on grinning. Like a proud father.

"Surprised he's wearing any," Cody said.

"So how many times Rhodes?" Finn smirked.

"Tantric sex is mind blowing," Cody said, "Quality. Not quantity, bitch."

"Just the once then?" Finn grinned.

The waiter re-appeared with some cushions.

Sami howled with lauighter.

Finn went scarlet once more, his bravado evaporating. He'll KILL Sami later at training. The waiter was cute as well. Damnit. They were led to the table by the window and Sami helpfully told the waiter where Finn was sitting and the young man duly laid cushions on the wooden seat for him. After they ordered drinks, the waiter left and the mischeif making could continue. Paige was sat at the head of the table as the only female and as 'mum' to the four boys. Though Josh was sitting close to her, determined to play a parental role as opposed to a child's one as he was the oldest at 34 of the bunch. He';d have thought Devitt would have known better. But hey, he was a fan of the Irishman's work and it was an honour to meet him at last. In terms of pure wrestling, this was one very talented table. El Generico. Prince Devitt. Britani Knight. Cody Rhodes. Josh felt like the odd one out. Well he was. Seeing as he was TNA talent now. But who cares? This was just friends out lunching for the day. Regardless of where they worked.

"So only the once then?" Finn smirked at Cody, "After the way you were queening it about at Survivor Series? Going soft in your old age RUnnels."

"Cccckkhhhh." A Stardust hiss, "Knock us out then Devitt."

"Yes, come on Fergal, spill the tea," Sami said, linking his arm in his bestie's, "The sole reason for this lunch was a blow by blow account of your dry spell breakage."

Finn just looked smug. Yeah, they can just be jealous.

"Well when we went to his place for coffee...we cuddled on his sofa for a bit before heading up. I know you all think I'm a right slapper but it felt right, mkay? We just spent some time touching and stuff..then he had my knickers off."

A few diners were looking at their table in disgust. Finn's voice did carry.

"Bor-ing," Cody said, "Get to the good bits. What position."

"Let him speak," Sami snapped.

"Close your legs Zayn, your breath stinks," hit back Cody.

"Oh for GOD DAMN'S SAKE!" A very suburban-looking mother with two children had gotten to her feet in horror at the conversation she was hearing.

Paige was fighting so hard not laugh. Or tell the boys off.

The mother was glaring right at Cody as she led her protesting children away from the table.

Cody fixed her with his sassiest pout, totally forgetting that her kids could potentially be WWE fans.

"I wasn't talking about him," he sassed.

If looks could kill, then he would have been lifeless in seconds at the furious glower the mother shot him before marching her children out of the bistro.

Josh facepalmed.

Paige was giggling.

"High five!" Finn said.

Cody and Finn slapped hands.

"Why me...why me..." Josh was groaning.
"Admit it spiky, you've missed all this fun," Paige teased.

"What if her kids loved Stardust?" Sami said.

"Meh, they'll get over it, they probably believe he's a separate person," Cody said, "So. Devitt. You were saying. Wade had your briefs off. Then what?"

"Licked me out till I couldn't stand it..."

"You mean he ate your ass until you gave the orders to stop you demanding bitch, I know what you're like," Sami put in.

"So what? At least my guys always know what to do."

Josh hated himself but he was enjoying this. Well Prince Devitt was hot. Not as hot as Cody but still that was a delicious mental image.

"Bit of a dominatrix are we?" Paige said.

"Fergal enjoys being rimmed so much that if you try and stop before he's ready, he pulls your hair and forces you right back between his legs," Sami explained.

Finn just grinned. Well so what? He was demanding in the bedroom.

"Too much information," Josh sighed, "You can be too close to a person you know.."

"They're besties Joshy, they share everything," Cody said, pulling his man;s hand onto the table and proudly clutching it, shooting gooey eyes at his beloved, "Just like we used to."

"I suppose, just...OK I miss all this," admitted Josh, "And we have a lady present."

"Saraya is no lady," Sami smirked, "Stuff she told us in England...stuff she does in general.."

"I was drunk OK!" protested Paige, "And the shit you two told me in return...stuff I did not need to know about arses!"

"Anyway!" Finn raised his voice, "Once we were ready...he took out a rubber johnny. I was PISSED. OFF."

"He was only being safe, and not like you'll get pregnant," Paige said.

"It's a big deal to Fergal," Sami said.

"Oh?"

"Stuart...oops Wade..is...more than just...well I'm not looking for simply a roll in the hay," Finn said, "I want a relationship. Commitment. And that to me, is no condoms. Implies he's gonna hit some other dirty scrubber up the next night."

"Good boy," Cody said, "Same. We've never looked back since we stopped using them."

"Ditto," Sami agreed, "Ben and I stopped using them after two months. What happened next Fergal?"

"I had a go at him," admitted Finn, "Basically tried to find out if he wanted me or just a piece of Prince Devitt."

"Good boy," Cody said again, "Wish I'd been like that in the past."

"Yeah, many used and abused Coddles just because they wanted his body," Josh said.

"I was happy being a slut once," Cody said, "But it did leave me empty inside. Tye Dillinger once said that when someone sleeps with you..."

"..they take a piece of you?" Finn finished, "You forget I worked with Shawn Spears too."

"Really? Omigod..." Cody gushed, "Wow."

"I'm sure we went through this in November," Sami said, "Continue Fergal, it's getting good."

"Just saying so you don't think I'm a hypocrite for having a go at him even though I dropped my knickers on the first date," Finn said, "Anyway...he got what I was saying...we continued...then before I know it, me legs were on his shoulders."

"Don;t have to go into details now Fergal," Sami said as the waiter returned with bread and water, "But on a scale of one to ten.."

"Fourteen point seven," grinned Finn, "Best I've ever had. And this morning...I slipped into Irish. Both times."

"I hear Samuel serenades Adrian with Arabic," Paige chimed in, "At crucial moment."

"Did Wade make you cum?" asked Cody simply.

Finn nodded earnestly.

"Both times. No lad has EVER made me gush before. Always had to give myself one off the wrist."

"If a top can't make you come then he's doing something wrong," Cody said, "I've faked it several times iun the past...ones who can't find your prostate aren't worth finishing off. Kick them out and find a better dick."

"Amen," Josh said, "You must think we're such whores.."

"So what did you say to him in Irish?" Sami asked, "Fergal tends to let his darkest secrets spill out in his native tongue."

"I told him that he was mine forever...nobody else would compare," Finn mumbled, blushing, straining to remember what he'd actually said, "Boys..I really like him. Is that bad? Am I moving too fast because it's been so long?"

"Nope," Sami said, "You said he took you out this morning."

"He did and I had the best time...Irish pub. I know it's corny but I enjoyed it. Could have been there for hours just listening to him talk footie and cars and stuff."

"You're such a bunch of girls, this is SO Sex and The City," Paige remarked.

RealPaigeWWE Having a Sex And The City lunch with my boys iLikeSamiZayn, StardustWWE, realjoshmathews, wwebalor #proudmum

She stood up to take a group selfie and tweeted it.

"I'm going for a slash," Finn said, "If the cute waiter comes Generico, order me the prawns?"

"Sure thing," Sami said as the Irishman left.

"He's so adorable," Paige gushed, "Can I adopt him?"

"You adopted the rest of us," Cody smirked.

"Does anyone get a vibe?" Josh put in, "Sorry...I'm not trying to be mean...is he being a little clingy?"

Sami's face hardened. Was Josh trying to shoot on Finn? Not on HIS watch. But he knew Josh was right. Sami had known Finn for years. When Finn fell, he fell hard. And he was extremely possessive.

"Fergal loves hard," he said, "I'd like to see anyone even put the moves on Barrett when he's around."

"I like him more and more," Cody said, "He's so like me. I bet he's a scratcher too."

"Coddles...please..." Josh sighed.

"Actually...he is," Sami grinned, "It's why his past conquests always took him from behind. He was known as Claws Devitt in a few promotions. Reputations travel in the indies. Fergal can and will draw blood. Once guys knew that...if they got him in the bedroom they always made him bend over."

"We're like two peas in a pod.." Cody grinned, "Joshy's back is a road map of all my orgasms."

"So's Summer's isn't it Saraya?" teased Sami.

"Shut up and eat your bread Samuel."

Sami did so, naughty eyes blinking over the chunk of baguette he put into his bearded mouth.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Josh said. He was feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Something about Finn made him uneasy. In fact he would go so far to say that the Irishman seemed like a bit of a bunny boiler. Cody was possessive to fanatical levels...but Finn seemed ten times worse.

He went into the gents just as a stall door opened and Finn emerged.

Oh shit.

Josh froze.

"Hey.." Finn smiled amiably, "You OK?"

"Me...m'fine...don'tworryaboutit.." blustered Josh, walking to the urinals.

"Hey...you don't like me," Finn stated as he washed his hands, "I can tell."

Josh zipped up.

"Not that...sorry I didn't mean to be rude...just..."

"Sami and I are very close. Just like you and Cody were before you hooked up. Look...I know what you're thinking...Glenn Close, Fatal Attraction. I've been hurt a lot by lads in the past. So if I do get with them...I tend to go a bit OTT. You know Generico dresses it up to tease me. I'm not some knife-wielding crazy. Just a lad from County Wicklow looking for love. That's all."

"No offence ever intended...I've been a legit fan of your ring work for years. You're one of the best workers out there. Never thought WWE would ever sign you. I should have known you and Coddles would get on like a house on fire. Comic book nerds."

"Same reason Generico and I are best mates. We could talk about comics for hours but you and Britani Knight would get bored shitless."

"To be honest I'd rather that than sex," Josh said, "Coddles and I used to do that..."

"Turning you on is it?" smirked FInn.

"Behave," smiled Josh, "Do you and Sami really talk about your sex lives to each other cos he knows way too much about yours.. or am I sensing there's more to your friendship than meets the eye..?"

"Bingo," Finn said, "Generico and I...years ago...messed about. It was really good...we didn't do anal but everything else."

"Ah..thought so," Josh said, "Look..sorry again for being such a cold fish.."

"It's cool, don't worry. I know what people must think about me," Finn insisted, slapping Josh on the back.

The door flew open at that point and the two of them were greeted with, to their collective horror, Justin Gabriel. Corey had seen paige's tweet and worked out where they were. And sent Justin along to go cause more trouble.

And Justin had seen Wade's tweet for the few seconds it was up before the Brit took it down. He knew Finn and Wade had banged. ANd he was FUMING. Partly why he'd come out with Corey.

"What the HELL are you doing here?" Finn snarled.

"Could say the same about you Devitt," spat Justin, "You keep your filthy hands off Wade! He's mine!"

"I said all I needed at the party last night. Go away." FInn's voice suggested he was fifty shades of done with this shit.

So Justin rounded on his old enemy Josh.

"What you doing, hanging around with WWE people for? You sad, desperate, thirsty old man," sneered the high flyer, "Your time here was up six months ago. Go back to TNA. Where you belong."

"I can see friends," Josh stood his ground, "This isn't a work thing. Divas still talk to Gail Kim. Why don't you go harass them?"

"I fixed you once and I'll have no trouble fixing you again Lomberger," Justin's eyes flashed evilly as he referred to the time he'd sexually assaulted Josh backstage in 2011, "Drop your pants and face the wall, there's a good little has-been."

"Has been? What you doing these days Gabriel? If you are on TV you're jobbing!" Josh retorted, not scared in the slightest. Justin was as desperate and sad as Sunny as far as he was concerned.

Finn just folded his arms and smirked.

"The last time he was vaguely relevant was being JoJo's fake date for Total Divas," he sniggered, "So is it true you have a little problem in the waterworks?"

Justin rounded on Finn once more and got right in the Irishman's space.

"Wade never complained. He loved fucking me," he hissed, "He said I had the best ass in the world."

"Oh please," Finn spat, "All you've got is a flashy finisher."

"You're only here because fangirls get wet over your abs," Justin hit back, "All Wade wanted with you was a piece of Prince Devitt. Another trophy for his cabinet. That's all. He'll come waltzing back to my bed soon enough. He did that all the time he was supposedly declaring love for Sheamus. He's mine and always was. Why do you think he let Cesaro get with Sheamus? He was bored of that stupid great ginger oaf."

Finn snapped. He grabbed Justin by the throat.

"Carry on and I'll break both your legs," he snarled, breathing furiously through his nose, "So i'd shut up while all your limbs work."

And to make his point he punched Justin hard in the stomach and threw him to the ground. And then kicked the high flyer in the legs for good measure.

"You come anywhere within fifty feet of Stuart unless it's a bloody match and I will tear you apart!" Finn snarled, so fiercely that Josh stepped back, scared, "He's my boyfriend now. He hates you. Everyone except Keenan hates you. Go home."

He rested his foot on Justin;s throat as he said this.

"Fine...OK..." spluttered Justin.

"What was that?" Finn hissed.

"OK. Wade is yours now.." Justin gasped.

Finn removed his foot.

"Good lad," he sneered, slapping Justin's cheek, "NOW FUCK OFF HOME!"

Josh was startled.

Wow.

One thought that resonated with him as he saw Justin meekly stumble out of the restroom - Finn Balor certainly knew how to get and keep his man. Jeez.

---

***HAPPY HOLIDAYS!***

---

The Christmas season came. And then went. But the show must go on, and the WWE machine landed in Washington DC for the final Raw of 2014.

Cesaro was sat in Catering, fresh from the gym and already changed for tonight. He hadn't read what he was doing yet but he wasn't anticipating anything awesome. His losing streak hadn't shown any signs of stopping yet.

But hey, at least Sheamus was here. Albeit just backstage rather than doing anything as he was still healing up. The Irishman was also meeting with Hunter and Carrano to report his progress and check to see what they had lined up for him once he was back in action.

"Why the long face?" asked John Cena.

Cesaro shrugged.

"Dunno," he grumbled, "Just getting sick of this."

"What? The old man being off the road? No title hunts? The oversaturation of crappy holiday commerciliastion?" John flashed him the dimples.

"Just bored," the Swiss said, "And I hate my music."

"They don't seem to find one that fits you," John said, "I mean, no disrespect but what's an air raid siren got to do with a Swiss superman?"

Sheamus walked in at that point.

"Afternoon," John grinned, "Nice to see you back."

"How's wifey?" asked Sheamus.

"Feet up in St Louis," John replied.

"Thought you looked less tense," Sheamus smirked, perching next to Cesaro and rubbing his shoulders.

Cesaro shot to his feet and stomped out.

Groaning, Sheamus followed him.

John observed this display curiously. Trouble in paradise?

"What's up with you?" he demanded, "I didn't have to come out here today! I could be in the pub right now."

"You drink too much Stephen," Cesaro told him.

"It's Christmas," Sheamus argued.

"Not anymore, back at work, holidays are over," Cesaro said.

"OK manbag, what's the problem?"

"You barely touched me since the party."

"You've been touring, I've been resting."

"Never stopped you before. I bet when Wade was convalescing it didn't stop you..."

Sheamus most definitely picked up on the spite in the Swiss' voice. This was exactly what he'd been afraid of. Although he'd broken it off with his ex and said ex had of course moved on. (SHeamus had taken Finn out for a pint the other day to show no hard feelings and after several Guinnesses had deduced that the NJPW star was good enough), Cesaro's jealousy seemed to be rearing its ugly head more and more. However he wasn't going to rise. Especially as he'd heard Daniel Bryan was going to be here. He, Sheamus was here voluntarily during his recovery time. He decided to lighten the mood.

"Would you like a cup of tea father?" he asked, in a higher pitched accent than normal, "Ah go'on.."

Not even a mercy laugh.

"You don't take this seriously," snarled Cesaro, "Since that party you've been more worried about impressing Wade's toyboy."

"Was just being a mate...from one Irishman to another."

"Want a piece of Devitt yourself do ya?" spat Cesaro.

Sheamus facepalmed.

Since when had big, tough, strong Cesaro been so bitchy?

"What the bloody hell is up with you? You look like you've started your period!" he said incredulously.

"As hilarious as heart disease as ever," hissed Cesaro, "We need to talk, Stephen. If you can grow up for just five minutes."

"Fine...no mucking about. We'll talk."

"Just like to know why you've not touched me. Gone off me already now the novelty's worn off? You haven't slipped me one in weeks."

"Because of this!" Sheamus protested, slapping his recently-repaired shoulder and then wincing a little as he'd been a bit too vigorous.

"Whatever," Cesaro huffed and stomped back towards Catering.

Sheamus sprang.

He grabbed those thick, sinewy shoulders, hidden under a black tee and threw Cesaro into the wall, clamping his lips onto the Swiss'.

Growling and whimpering in equal measure, the Swiss kissed right back, grabbing the jean-clad backside.

"Oh Stephen," he snarled, panting.

His trunks were tenting. His already-impressively-sized cock looked even bigger in these. They cut his sculpted thighs just right. The Irishman's eyes raked Cesaro's lower half hungrily.

"Face the wall," snapped Sheamus, eyes glittering with mischeif. Well why not? Make the plane journey worthwhile!

Cesaro pulled his trunks down around his ankles faster than you could say 'fuck me'. Damn he'd always wanted to be fucked backstage. He'd done plenty of backstage fucking but never in his new role as bottom.

Sheamus spanked that solid, furry, perfect arse.

He ever so gently began to stroke between those muscular cheeks.

Cesaro moaned loudly at the much-craved contact.

"Don't stop..." he breathed. He could happily just be touched out in this corridor. Where anyone could walk by.

"You've missed me haven't you love," purred Sheamus, gently continued to push against the big Swiss' entrance.

Cesaro nodded, eyes closed, mouth gasping his pleasure and need.

Sheamus' cool fingers gently brushed under his furry balls.

"Oh Stephen...please keep touching me.." he moaned.

He suddenly had an idea.

He pulled his trunks back up.

He took Sheamus' hand and grinned naughtily.

He knew just the place.

"Dunn's office," he smirked.

"Now wait a moment.." spluttered Sheamus.

"Scared?" grinned Cesaro, "Mon amour..."

His eyes sparkled as he tenderly pecked Sheamus' lips.

Sheamus just grinned and allowed Cesaro to lead him to were Vince's right hand man had set up office at the arena tonight. It was quite cute really, watching Cesaro press his ear to the door and knock, putting his finger to his bristled lips before scanning the corridor shiftily to check absolutely nobody was about. He pulled the door open and led his 'amour' inside.

"You're bonkers," Sheamus sighed.

"Live a little mon amour," purred Cesaro, slipping his boots and pads off and perching on the leather couch. Mmmm. Cool against his skin. Last time he did this it was Miz in his position and he himself in Sheamus'. The tables had truly turned.

Sheamus began to undress his lower half furiously.

"Strip off!" barked Cesaro, "Want to see that body..want to feel it.."

Sheamus tore open his smart button down and waistcoat before chucking off his flat cap.

He was so fucking hard.

Cesaro was a tart and he loved it.

Wade only ever picked the dark rooms.

Cesaro gave NO fucks tonight.

Once the big Irishman was naked he clambed onto the sofa between Cesaro's long, elegant yet powerful legs, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the trunks.

"Not taking your shirt off?" he snarled, biting on the Swiss' bottom lip.

Cesaro just smirked as he began to peel off his tight black tee and Sheamus's eyes were met with that Adonislike form once again. The light bounced off every curve and sculpted muscle deliciously. Cesaro's cock was just dripping the tiniest amount of precum onto his ripped stomach.

They slowly began to deeply kiss, grinding their muscular bodies together, Sheamus instinctively pushing against Cesaro's entrance as the Swiss wrapped his legs around him.

"C'mon mon amour..." moaned Cesaro.

"No..lube...might have to just use me fingers.."

"I can take it, I'm not prissy," Cesaro hissed, "Please...s'il vous plait...bitte..liebe mich."

"Hang on," Sheamus said, leaning over to grab his waistcoat. He had some hand cream. Part of Cesaro's influence in smoothing off a few of his rough edges. He squirted a large amount into his hand and began to slick himself up. He would have loved to take his time, maybe eat Cesaro out and more..bit of foreplay but time was not on their side and plus they'd be in SO much shit if they got caught.

Sheamus then coated two fingers and began to slowly enter his lover's hole.

"Oh Stephen..." whined Cesaro, deep voice cracking as he was touched for what seemed like the first time in freaking ages. He spread his legs wider; "Use those hips...mind your shoulder mon amour.."

Sheamus lined up..concentrating...no time to lose...and this was so bloody wild...but that just turned him on even more.

Cesaro moaned immodestly as at last he was penetrated. He and Sheamus' sex life had been so on point that this dry spell owing to Sheamus' surgery and the temporary distance had really left him cold. He was going to be uncharacteristically slutty, his cravings for his ivory-skinned beloved were that desperate. In fact his subconscious was observing he was becoming Miz.

But did he care?

On this cool leather sofa, about to be taken once again?

Fuck no!

He grabbed Sheamus' muscular, smooth arse, guiding him deeper and deeper inside.

"Don't be shy," he gasped, "All that frustration at being stuck at home...take it out on my body mon amour...I love you.."

He leaned up and touched their lips tenderly.

Still the romantic.

Sheamus smiled back at him.

"Love you too Claude," he said.

"Now fuck me hard," barked Cesaro.

Sheamus did love his accent when he got filthy. He was determined to put a few rough edges onto Cesaro in return. He'd managed to get the Swiss stinking drunk at Christmas which was nice. But they'd been too full of food and alcohol then to get down to it.

So both men were rather frustrated of late.

And Sheamus couldn't do anything but what Cesaro wanted...so he began to snap his powerful thighs hard against Cesaro's solid, downy ones.

"Oh Stephen...yes...oui...oui..."

"Fuck...missed you.."

"Less talking!"

Sheamus began to really take it to him, one part of his brain determined to get this over with and get their rocks off.

Cesaro just tipped his head back and began to moan, fast losing rational control of his neglected body. Oh yes! He didn't care how dirty he looked right now...this was SO worth it. So worth it.

Sheamus had enough strength in his hips to not re-injure that delicate mending shoulder...he'd be fine.

"Ohh...ohh...oh Stephen...ohh...ohh,..." Cesaro began to slip into garbled French, uttering the worst words in the language as ecstasy sparked through his veins...don't stop...don't stop..make him take it. He wasn't going to last...he could feel his entire body just giving up...yes...that was it. Just there. His spot was being hit perfectly..this cramped sofa was not ideal for laying his Herculean frame on but by gum was it great as an orgasm catalyst...fuck yes...he was getting close...

He roughly pulled Sheamus to him and began to furiously devour his lips, mainly to stifle his noisy bellows. He couldn't help it. He wa sgetting more vocal each time they had sex. Because each time it blew his mind.

His lower back was boiling up...it was going to be one heck of a climax...yes...yes...oh fuck it...he removed himself from Sheamus' lips and began to just cry out, letting go truly...yes...who cares if the entire arena heard him? So not his style but this risky sex was just so fucking good...

Suddenly he cried out louder than he'd done so far and convulsed wildly, ropes of his release spraying between their sweaty, snaking bodies.

"Bloody hell..." panted Sheamus as he watched Cesaro orgasm feriociously. What a glorious sight. And still so manly. Woof.

"Don't stop..." moaned Cesaro. The pressure on his prostate was so intense that he reckoned he could come again if they carried on some. The way his body was bent due to this crappy sofa was just right. And plus he wasn't..fully satisfied. And Sheamus was yet to come.

"Not gonna...you can fuckin' take it you slag.."

"Talk dirty to me mon amour...yes...ohhh...ohh.."

SMACK.

Sheamus brought his hand down on Cesaro's solid thigh as his own climax thundered towards him. He didn't stop pounding the Swiss. Wouldn't stop either. Bit more...bit more...yes...yes...

"Ohh...FUCK..." he roared as he drove deep into the hot-blooded continental European beneath him, his release burning on exit...

Cesaro clenched around him as he took everything SHeamus could give him...yes...please...keep on moving...he could feel a second wave coming...he was going to cum again...he never thought this would ever happen to him...he continued to moan..urging Sheamus to continue..

"Huh..." panted Sheamus.

"Going to...gonna...don't stop..."

"Fuckin'hell..."

"Ohh...ohh Stephen...yes...ohh..." the Swiss actually let out a hoarse masculine scream as the intense pleasure tore through him once more, only a small dribble this time but still so, so powerful...

He was panting for air as Sheamus gingerly pulled out.

"Fucking hell..." gasped Sheamus, laying beside Cesaro, "You enjoyed that didn't ya?"

Cesaro nodded.

"You're a wonderful lover," he whispered, clutching the pale hand tight.

"How the bloody hell did you do that..."

"You did it...you touched me just right.."

"We gotta get dressed...if someone finds us.."

"Five minutes please," Cesaro panted, laying his head on Sheamus' chest, "Just lie with me mon amour.."

---

About fifteen minutes later..SHeamus re-emerged comically from Kevin Dunn's office, whistling the theme from his favourite sitcom Father Ted and trying so hard not to look like he'd been shagging in there moments ago. Imagine if they'd been filming Total Divas outside! He'd never live that down...bloody John Cena would have a field fortnight with that one.

After scoping out the corridor, the vermilion-haired Dublin native tiptoed out, causing his lover to snicker at the sight of him. Sheamus could never be a deft. No matter how hard he tried. The Swiss causally strode out, trunks pulled up a touch higher, causing his ass cheeks to spill out tantalisingly. Definitely a spring in Cesaro's step now. Even if he was now hurting. But it was a good hurt. So worth it.

"Pull your knickers down a bit!" hissed Sheamus.

Cesaro just smirked and began to head towards Catering. If only he knew how much Sami Zayn he was channelling right now. The rush to his head had obviously knocked him for six and caused him to drop several inhibitions.

Sheamus walked behind him.

"Not gonna shower?" he asked.

"I can smell you on me," Cesaro purred, "More powerful than any cologne."

"I'm going to go get a drink," Sheamus said as they passed a mens room, Cesaro making a beeline for it.

"See you in there," Cesaro garbled.

Sheamus carried on as the Swiss walked inside and went into a stall. only downside of sex at work. Had to er...destroy the evidence. After making himself a touch more virtuous, Cesaro strode out and began to splash water on his handsome face to freshen up just as the door opened.

Wade Barrett froze.

First night back on the road.

And who was he bloody facing?!

That man right there. Cesaro. His ex's bloke.

Maybe the theory about a mole in the locker room reporting back to the booking staff was true. This was bleedin' typical.

He was about to turn and head back out but he was about ti piss himself so he decided against it. He strode to the urinals as Cesaro dried his face down with a paper towel.

His eyes full upon that all-too-familiar back view. Wade was just as distinctive from the back thanks to those monkey ears. Cesaro had certainly become more bitchy (in his head) towards the Englishman whom he still partly perceived as a love rival.

He folded his huge arms and waited for Wade to finish up.

Wade turned and jumped when he saw Cesaro glowering at him.

"Alright mate," he grunted unenthusiastically.

"Bonjour," Cesaro snarked, "What you doing here?"

"What's it bloody look like? Jesus, you thick as well as a needy drama queen?" hissed Wade.

Cesaro squared up to him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You gone soft in the 'ead manbag?" Wade growled, washing his hands, "Trust them to put me aginst you. Least I'm kicking your arse."

"Oh quelle-surprise," snarled Cesaro, "I'm putting you over huh?"

"I ain't got a problem with you mate so you can just drop this shitty attitude," Wade said, drying his hands, "I'm not after Ste. I just grew a set and we've managed to be mates again."

Cesaro snorted scornfully. A likely story.

He didn't trust Wade.

"Our relationship is closed," he snarled, his accent heavier than usual.

"I don't want a 3some...bloody hellfire who pissed in your cornflakes?" Wade scoffed. Cesaro had been throwing some shade on Twitter at him pretty much since the Christmas party...and combined with Justin Gabriel scheming to try and get him back...the Brit was getting sick of all this trouble.

"Fine...whatever," spat Cesaro, "We'll go through some spots in a few minutes."

"Stuart?" came an Irish accent from outside.

Cesaro just curled his lip and stomped out. He didn't know why Wade was suddenly irritating him but since the party...maybe it was guilt in a way as he'd stolen Wade's man after all? He somehow didn't buy Wade's fling with Finn. It seemed to Cesaro an elaborate ruse to make Sheamus jealous because Finn was also Irish and three years younger than Sheamus.

Finn Balor was of course on the road with Wade to support him on his first Raw back. He had no issue with all this extra travelling. He could handle it - his dream guy was worth it!

"Devitt," Cesaro nodded in greeting.

"Castignioli," Finn replied as Wade emerged.

"What you doing here? Can't have called you up this soon?" Cesaro said.

"Come to support my boyfriend," Finn took Wade's hand and the Brit just smirked, "Problem?"

He was picking up on the animosity from his man's former love rival and he wasn't going to let Cesaro start shit up with Wade. If you insult his man, you insult Finn, as far as he was concerned.

"Non," Cesaro replied, " See you in the ring Barrett."

"Laters," grunted Wade.

"What's his problem?" Finn asked, shooting daggers at Cesaro's retreating back.

"I dunno," Wade shrugged, "He gave me lip the moment I went in. I knew all along he'd be like that. Probably thinks I'm still after Ste."

"Well he should watch his gob..." pouted Finn.

"Hey.." chuckled Wade, ruffling Finn's short brown hair, "Easy tiger. Don't go all rottweiler on everyone who might give me some aggro."

"I only do it because ...I mean..I care about you," Finn protested, blushing. Thank GOD Sami hadn't been here to see that gaffe...the teasing...oh God the teasing..

Wade grinned. While he certainly was growing extremely fond of his new lover it was way too soon to be throwing the L-bomb around. Even though Finn was a horny little bugger and they'd barely been out of bed the past fortnight. Apart from the little trips home for Christmas...and even then conveniently they'd both wound up on the same transatlantic flights back to the US on Boxing Day night!

The Brit stroked Finn's face and kissed him on the lips.

"Suppose you better come get some grub," he grunted.

"That'd be nice," Finn said, shooting a sappy smile at him.

Wade smirked back.

Why not make an entrance?

Play Sheamus and Cesaro at their game?

He heaved Finn up bridal style. Well Wade had come back a lot more ripped than when he'd left. The NXT divas certainly approved when he'd stripped off at the Christmas do!

Finn was giddy...he prayed his clumsiness wouldn't come back. Wade was just...oh..he was PERFECTION! Such a gentleman...yet so unpretentiously rough and Northern too. He nuzzled that big chest as he was carried down the corridor and into Catering.

"Barrett...long time no see.." Ryback rumbled, carrying two plates of buffalo wings.

"'Allo mate...still a greedy shit bag," chuckled Wade, "THat your fourth plate?"

"See you've acquired a Devitt..." smirked the Big Guy.

Finn nodded, blushing as he climbed down.

"Not been called up," he spluttered, "Just..."

"Sweet," Ryback smirked, "Supporting Barrett I assume? Aww."

"Axel not about?" asked Finn.

Ryback gestured to a table where Curtis Axel was sat alone on his phone. Finn was surprised to see him not sat with Cody.

"Date night," Ryback informed him.

"Buffalo wings, you romantic old bastard you.." chuckled Wade, "Good to see ya mate, catch ya later."

"Laters," Ryback primevally tore the meat from a buffalo wing with his sparkling white teeth as he strode to his better half with their un-romantic diner-a-deux. He'd planned champagne, a bath and maybe some slow lovin' for after Raw in their hotel room. Rhodes had had a hand in this, obviously still guilty about the little incident in September.

"Where do the girls usually sit?" Wade said.

"Can't you stay with me?" Finn shot big puppy dog eyes up at him.

Wade chuckled. Bless.

"I'd love to but you should have some girl time," he smirked, "Anyway I've got to go through the shit with man bag."

"Then i'm coming with you," Finn hissed, "He won't talk any smack if I'm there."

"I can handle him, bare knuckle fighter remember...ahh there's Codeman. What the bloody hell is he wearing...jesus he needs his bonce examining..."

He heaved Finn back up bridal style and carried him over to the plastics table (sans Curtis) which was populated by Paige (naturally), Cody (in a new Link onesie. Yes. You read that right. A Christmas present from Josh!) and Dean Ambrose who was also busy with a plate of those wickedly addictive buffalo wings.

"Knock knock," Wade barked.

Paige looked up.

"Oh hey Wade...awwwww look who's here.." she cooed.

"You can put me down now.." mumbled Finn, blushing.

Wade placed him back on the floor.

And then he stumbled and tripped, knocking Paige's water bottle off the table.

"Oh fuck's sake...sorry.." he mumbled as Wade chuckled with mirth.

"Whatcha doing?" Cody giggled, "Hey Wade." The signature adorable wave.

"Wotcha," Wade nodded at his former JBL show partner-in-crime, "Nice onesie."

"Present from Joshy," Cody cooed, "Can't believe they put you against Cesaro. Dunn's idea of a joke probably. Yo Dean...stop filling your mush and budge up."

"What?" Dean said thickly.

Finn, still blushing about tripping, sank into a chair between Dean and Cody.

Wade leaned down and kissed him.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Paige practically squealed.

"Oh get a life you sad bitch," smirked Wade, "Right trouble..I'm off to go find the best way to punch manbag in the chops. See you later."

He nodded at Dean (who was engrossed in his wings once more) and Cody before departing.

"Surprised you left your bed," Cody teased.

"How can anyone fancy you in that?" sassed Finn, "A Link onesie...you look like an adult baby."

Cody flipped him the bird.

"Boys...don't make me count to ten.." Paige said in mock stern-ness.

"So what ya doing here Devitt? They can't have called you up already? Is Itami here with you?" Dean asked.

"Is Sami here?!" Cody grinned.

"Nope," FInn replied, "Here purely to be with Stuart."

"Awwww bless his wickle cotton socks, real name already," Paige teased, "This time next month, the wedding."

"Oh shut up Saraya," smirked Finn.

Paige's mouth dropped open.

"I don't need this attitude from you right now Fergal!" she gasped, wagging her black nail varnished finger at him, "Just because Samuel's let you off the lead.."

Finn just grinned at her. He had such a disarmingly dazzling smile. He really was a cheeky so-and-so and with his cute accent..no wonder he was one of the in-crowd. Well that and his phenomenal talent in the ring too.

"So how was everyone's Christmas?" he asked.

"Didn't want to come back," Cody sighed, "I had two...one just me and Brandi...another with the fam and Joshy..."

"Bless," Paige said, "We all got pissed on Samuel's amazing homemade spruce beer. Tell him mum wants more for April when we're back in Britain!"

"Was I the only one who thought it tasted like ass?" Dean said.

"Dean you drink nasty-ass cheapshit beer," Cody said, "You're so unrefined. Seth liked it."

"Yes I know...I had to fucking taste it on his breath!" complained Dean.

"Didn't think you knew what arse tasted like," smirked Finn, "Know all about you Moxley. Big old bottom that you are."

"Hey!" Dean scowled and pulled his most intimidating lunatic fringe face, "I'll kick your ass Devitt."

"What with? A plastic Christmas tree?" Finn flashed that naughty smile again.

Dean threw a used chicken wing bone at him. It was awesome to be part of this friendship group now. He was going into 2015 in a good place - he and Seth were rock solid (they spent Christmas in Iowa), he'd sorted his self-esteem issues totally and his career was ticking along nicely.

"So how long before Total Divas invades proceedings?" he asked Paige.

The young British girl checked her phone. Ugh. About five minutes. Much as recording the reality show was fun, sometimes she could have done without it. Just occasionally mind.

A shadow fell across the plastics table as Alicia Fox swanned over and heaved her up, causing her perfectly-placed Fearless Nikki snapback to fall off.

"Sorry boys, I need your mumma," giggled the statuesque diva.

"Mind the hat Foxy!" pouted Paige, picking it up and placing it back on her raven locks as she followed Alicia out the room.

"What? You're leaving me to babysit Devitt?!" complained Cody after her.

"You'll be fine!" Paige called back.

"Babysit?!" Finn spluttered. He began to idly browse his phone (lock screen a photo of Wade naturally).

Dean pushed his plateful of chicken bones aside and pulled out his laptop from under the table. He was typing up some more stories to send to True Ring Rat Dirt. This time it was 'tea' on other co workers besides himself. He knew he should really find a new hobby.

"Writing?" asked Finn, peering over.

"Not quite," Dean said.

"He's trolling ring rat blogs again," Cody remarked, "All the time you spend making shit up Dean, we could start our own dirtsheet."

Dean looked up and grinned.

"That's not a bad idea..." he said, "Just think what we could reveal.."

"Miz being a fat hot mess who has a fetish for being treated like a chick," Cody said with relish.

"AJ Lee being the real Lunatic Fringe around here?" Dean replied.

"CCCKKHHHHH!" Cody did the Stardust-hiss extra loud and hacky at the sound of that bitch's name.

"Cesaro being a shady bitch?" chimed in Finn.

"Huh?" Both Cody and Dean gave him a confused look.

"He's got beef with Stuart," Finn said, cracking his knuckles, "Tried giving him some lip earlier. He was lucky I was playing nice."

"You're one of those guys are you?" Dean said.

"What do you mean, one of 'those guys'?" challenged Finn.

"Dean..." Cody warned him.

"No come on Mox, do tell," Finn said, smiling sweetly but his eyes glittered, "Care to elaborate.."

"I'm gonna go do some stretches," Dean said, getting to his feet, his blood running cold, "Catch you later Codes."

"Laters Dean.." Cody said, confused, "What was that?"

"What was he trying to say?" Finn asked.

"Think he was just saying you're protective," Cody said hurriedly, "Just don't go Little Miss Bitchface on Michelle Beadle on his ass."

Finn sighed. He had come across a bit psycho-bitch..he conceded. People always mistook his passionate hothead ways as something more sinister. He was protective as well as possessive.

He took a deep breath.

---

Seth Rollins was stretching in a corridor, prepping himself for tonight. He had his closing promo all worked out. What an honour to be working with Edge and Christian. CHildhood heroes. The legendary Hall Of Famer had been totally cool with what Seth had planned to do as well.

A tap on his shoulder.

"Hey," he tuned to see Dean and pecked him.

"Hey...still stretching?" Dean said.

"Just keeping busy," Seth said, "You OK? LOok like you've seen a ghost?"

Dean did look shit up. Rare to see someone like Dean in that type of way.

"DId you know Prince Devitt's here?" he said.

"No..surely they can't have called him up already? Guy's barely been on NXT TV. Unless he's facing the Ascension tonight.."

"He's not..he's here as Barrett's plus one. Guy freaks me out Colby."

"How? He's legit one of the best workers in the biz," Seth continued to stretch his hamstrings.

"You know how AJ was with Michelle Beadle last year?" Dean began.

"Yeah..."

"Devitt was like that just now...I think I said the wrong thing. Something in his face really fucked me up."

Seth had heard about the Irishman's rep as a hard lover.

"He's just...well...he gets into his guys," he explained, "I thought you would know the guy better.."

"Just because we're all indie.."

"Chill," Seth turned to kiss Dean once more.

Dean kissed him back.

A cheeky hand rubbing the front of Seth's tight leather pants.

"Jonny..." warned Seth.

Dean sank to his knees, a naughty grin lighting up his face as he unzipped the shiny material. Mmmm. He unbuttoned Seth's Calvins and pulled out the hardening cock. Seth groaned and stumbled against the wall for some support as Dean began to suck him off, massaging his ass through his tight pants. OK this was nothing to complain about...jesus Dean was a minx...fuck...

Dean licked up the underside before lifting Seth's merchandise tee and planting kisses all over the downy abs.

"Wish we didn't oversleep," he purred, his deft fingers playing with his beloved's balls.

Seth moaned with gratitude. This ring gear really did play havoc with his libido sometimes and Dean exploited that. He had to admit he wouldn't mind seeing Dean in tight leather pants. Dat Ambooty...he drooled just thinking about it.

Dean saw the grin split Seth's face.

"Whatcha thinking Colb..." he purred.

"Picturing you wearing my ring pants.." grunted Seth.

Dean smirked. That can be arranged. No underwear too...mmmmm. He had already tried them on a couple of times when Seth was showering...

"WHo's to say I haven't worn them already?" he whispered, getting to his feet and nuzzling Seth's neck, his free hand casually jerking Seth off, "They feel extra nice against my bare ass.."

"Fuck," moaned Seth, "Wanna dress up in them for me tonight?"

"With your hot man sweat in them...,fuck yes.." moaned Dean, "Colb...honey.."

Seth almost toppled over in surprise. DId Dean just?

"Did you just call me honey?" he grinned.

Dean went BRIGHT RED. Dean Ambrose wasn't THAT soft. Especially at work damnit! The God-damn Christmas sweater had been enough! He felt such an idiot in that! Damn his loose tongue!

"No.." he mumbled.

"Awww," teased Seth, doing up his pants and ruffling Dean's hair, "It's OK...kinda cute."

"Like you dressing me in an ugly sweater was cute?" pouted Dean, "I was gonna say...actually...be right back."

"OK.." Seth chuckled.

Dean fumbled in his pocket before scampering away down the corridors and out of the backstage area, heading towards the merchandise stands. Suddenly his ears were split by screams as a group of teenage girls clocked him. After signing their shirts...arms...one girl's panties (ew)...and took a selfie with each one in turn (one of them made him touch her breast) Dean finally padded to the stand.

"I'll have a Rollins shirt," he grunted brusquely.

"Sure..$20 please.."

"You serious?" Dean raised his eyebrows, "Do you not know who I am...I work here!"

He mentally slapped himself for using that dreaded phrase.

The guy behind the stand took another look and then went bright red.

"Oh shit...sorry Ambrose...wasn't looking."

Dean gave him what he hoped was an apologetic smile and took the shirt.

"It's cool," he said.

He padded back towards the safety of backstage and peeled off his vest, replacing it with the Seth tee. Well why shouldn't he? He wasn't on TV right now. Bashfully, he found his back to where Seth was.

"What took you so long?" asked Seth.

"Damn fangirls," complained Dean.

Seth grinned as he realised what Dean was wearing.

"Suits you," he pecked Dean's lips.

Dean whimpered and kissed back. Damn why did it have to be a Monday night! He wanted to go back to the hotel...dress up for his man. And be fucked in Seth's tee.

He stroked the front of Seth's pants once more.

"Jonny..." moaned Seth, grabbing that tousled hair.

"What?" purred Dean, opening his prize once more and returning it to his mouth, sucking hungrily, going right down to the base and back. He wanted to free his own from its confines and jerk himself off whilst he pleasured Seth but he wpuld have to wait until the safety of the hotel room. Mmm. He could suck Seth's dick forever. Well between having that dick buried in his ass..

Seth groaned and grumbled in gratitude as Dean continued to give him this fucking amazing head. He began to fuck Dean's face as Dean;s nimble fingers pulled his pants down to his knees and massaged his downy ass cheeks. Oh fuck...he was getting close...so close...he pulled Dean's head off.

"Want every fucking drop," snarled Dean, returning to his ministrations. It was duty as the devoted boyfriend to please his man. And a facial at work..so inconvenient. The old Dean would have worn Seth's cum like a twisted trophy. This new, chill, devoted Dean was a different animal. Still a minx though.

"Ohh fuck...fuck yea,...gonna nut...FUCK..." Seth hissed savagely as he exploded right in Dean's mouth, Dean clinging on and swallowing everything the Money In The Bank winner offered him.

Seth leaned into the wall, totally sated and with that slightly dull ache behind his abs that always came after a good blow job. Dean wiped his lips and climbed to his feet, looking just as satisfied as Seth was feeling right now.

"Mmm, glad you love pineapples," he smirked.

Seth playfully hit him.

"Ow!" Dean pouted, holding his arm, "No sex for you tonight Lopez. Boyfriend batterer."

"Not sure I could anyway after that.." Seth rasped, clumsily redressing himself.

---

Cesaro had taken one heck of a Bullhammer from Wade tonight and was holding some ice to his face. Wade did hit hard anyway but that felt distinctly personal. The Swiss was already pissed off anyway, hence the promo he'd cut. Even extremely hot sex with Sheamus had done nothing to quell his frustration with work. Now Wade's new fucktoy Devitt was barking at him. He was really not feeling things at the moment.

"Alright?" Sheamus greeted him, "Shall we head back? Ow...he didn't half clobber you one."

"You tell me that wasn't deliberate?" snapped Cesaro.

"You're a big tough bloke, you can handle Stuey," Sheamus said.

"Oh so he's 'Stuey' still is he? Nice. Thanks a bunch Stephen."

"Don't be so tetchy! Jesus...you knew the score between him and me when we got together! You knew we were mates and want to stay mates! Why are you so jealous of him, Claude? I love you!"

"Prove it," Cesaro grunted.

"Was earlier not proof enough?"

"Meh. Quickie at work. Who hasn't done that?"

Oh jesus. Sheamus really thought Cesaro wasn't like the others. He thought the Swiss was a laid back manly man. But lately...fuck's sake. He wasn't interested in anyone else and Cesaro seemed to think Wade wanted Sheamus still. During their texts and Twitter DMs Wade always talked about Finn. And when Sheamus had taken Finn out for beers, Finn;s eyes had glowed every time he talked about Wade. In fact they'd spent the entire night at the pub discussing the Preston bare knuckle fighter. Sheamus was filling Finn on what Wade liked and didn't like to give him a helping hand.

"I will not be dictated to whom I can and can't talk to," Sheamus said firmly after a pregnant pause.

"He could take you any time..." admitted Cesaro, "How you get them is how you lose them Stephen.."

"Whenever I speak to Stuey, it's Fergal this, and Fergal that," Sheamus sighed, "Look. Texts."

He showed Cesaro his messages to and from Wade. Cesaro scowled as he read them but had to admit...he'd been a dramatic diva over unfounded stuff. OK. He was paranoid. He admitted it.

He huffed as Sheamus slipped his phone into his pocket.

"Fine," he snarled.

"You're paranoid. I'm not shady," Sheamus assured him, "There's only one way to sort this pointless crap out."

"And what's that?"

"Go on a double date with them. Just four lads at the pub, nothing fancy or poofy. Maybe watch the game or something. You'll see then that we're safe."

"Well tell 'Stuey' to keep his pretty new squeeze on a lead because I don't appreciate being yapped at by some NXT upstart just because he was something big in Japan," spat Cesaro.

Sheamus groaned. The Swiss really had one hell of a cob on tonight. And this was AFTER sex. If Sheamus HADN'T decided to fuck him earlier...lord knows what Cesaro would have been like. Now Sheamus took back anything he ever said teasing John Cena about Randy's divalike behaviour! He totally 'got' it now! He'd avoided Wade most the night to appease Cesaro.

He took Cesaro's hand and led him towards the parking lot. Sooner they were safe at the hotel the better.

"Ste?! What the bloody hell you doing here?!" came a gruff Manchester bark.

"Oh...wotcha Stuey," Sheamus said, as Cesaro scowled at him.

"Where you been 'iding yerself?" Wade went to broshake his ex's hand, Finn close behind him.

"Next weekend, whenever you're back in Florida...fancy the pub?" Sheamus casually asked.

"Depends," Wade grinned, pulling Finn to him and placing an arm around his new beau's shoulders.

"On what? Under the ol' thumb already?" smirked Sheamus.

Cesaro was looking daggers at the pair of them.

"Could say that.." smirked Wade, "Depends on what this one wants.."

"Double date?" chipped in Finn brightly.

"Just what I was about to ask," Sheamus said, "Right Claude?"

"Oh OUI," Cesaro's voice was dripping with snark, "A double date."

Wade picked up the insincerity. He decided to not beat about the bush any longer. He'd already beaten his former love rival up tonight. He had no ill will towards Cesaro. The Swiss was the one with the problem here.

"Mate," he said, "I've not come back to muck things up for you. I don't need to. Got no bloody reason to."

Sheamus was man enough to not get jealous at all as Wade and FInn kissed in front of them. Finn stroking Wade';s beard tenderly as he did so. In fact he thought they made a bloody cute couple. He and Wade definitely worked better as good mates. He missed the sex, not gonna lie. But Cesaro was fucking amazing in the sack too so not like he'd downgraded. At all.

"So, it's a deal..." he said, "The Kingsland Road?"

The Kingsland Road was an Irish pub in Orlando that could have been lifted straight out the backstreets of Limerick it was that authentic. Even run by an Irish couple. They showed UK football games and everything.

"Love that place," Finn flashed that oh-so-charming smile, "I'm game...Stuart..darlin? You fancy it?"

"Sounds good to me mate," drawled Wade.

Cesaro rolled his eyes. Look at those showy bitches. Pfft.

"Brilliant," Sheamus said, "First pints on me. Laters mate."

After exchanging goodbyes he turned to Cesaro.

"You're bloody sorting your shit out with Stuey if it's the last sodding thing you do!" he sighed.

"Whatever."

Sheamus groaned and chivvied the big Swiss to their rental.

---

"What's Cesaro's beef?" Wade sighed as he unlocked his rental, "I've tried to tell him I'm not interested in Ste in that way anymore."

"He better watch his gob in the Kingsland Road," Finn spat, "Or he'll be tasting me fist."

"Love.." Wade chuckled, "Not that I don't appreciate you speaking up for me.."

"Well he's got no right to speak to you like shit...bloke as strong as him? Acting like a bitchy queen!" Finn hissed, "He wants a fight, I'll give him one. Bet he ain't got the bollocks outside the ring!"

"Easy tiger," smirked Wade, pecking Finn on the lips as they climbed into the car.

"I don't like it when bigheaded pricks pick fights with my boyfriend," Finn said, "Pisses me off."

"Don't worry about him, I'm not," Wade said, "He's the one with the issues to deal with, ain't me love."

"Don't want to go back to Orlando," pouted Finn, "Want to come support you on Smackdown."

"Be home Friday night," Wade said.

"Counting down the days," simpered Finn.

It was a short drive to the hotel. Wade had to admit he liked how Finn wanted to hold his hand whilst he drove. Would he be a bighead to say this lad was majorly in love with him? It had only been a few weeks but sometimes you don't have to wait months to realise stuff.

Soon, Wade was swiping his keycard and kicking back on the bed. This being on the road bollocks was taking some getting used to. Finn climbed onto the bed next to him, making himself comfy and burying his handsome head in Wade's chest.

"Hey," whispered the Brit.

"Hi.." Finn mumbled, so glad his clumsiness had all but gone. The constant sex was helping..of course; "As I'm going to have to wait till Friday..."

"I've gotta shower Fergal," Wade chuckled, slapping that mischeivous wandering hand away and wriggling up. He knew FInn would want some loving the moment they were truly alone. And why not? A little hottie like that. But Wade was gonna have some fun first.

He casually began to strip off in front of the drooling Irishman, keeping his boxers on on purpose and shutting the bathroom door.

"Mean!" pouted Finn.

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He attached a Le Sad Faic selfie.

Finn had a wicked idea. Wade hadn't locked the door.

He began to undress, revealing his Godlike body in all it's Herculean glory. He padded towards the bathroom and carefully pushed the door open. Wade was whistling in the shower, the steam clouding him.

Finn tiptoed into the shower and hugged the hot Brit.

"Bloody HELLFIRE.." gasped Wade.

"Hi!" grinned Finn.

"Must remember to lock that bloody door," Wade smirked, not pissed off in the slightest.

"Let me wash your back darlin.." purred Finn, picking up the Axe and squirting it into his hand, deftly massaging it in Wade's back.

Wade groaned with relief...he was good with those hands..

And then those cheeky wandering hands travelled around Wade's thighs to his semi hard cock.

"Someone's excited," Finn giggled coyly.

"Not surprised with a fit bastard like you washing me back," growled Wade.

"Want to soap me up?" purred Finn.

"Want to do more than just that you crafty..." snarled Wade, attacking his lips.

"Stuart.." moaned Finn, "Please?"

He thrust the Axe bottle into Wade's hand and turned around, that delicious arse glistening with hot water. Fucking hell...Wade still had to pinch himself this fucking GOD was now his. He began to massage Finn's back, enjoying the cute mewls Finn made at his touch.

"Such a hot arse," snarled Wade, massaging those globes of solid flesh.

"You're hotter," whimpered Finn, "Oh Stuart...is there anything you're not good at.."

He was so hard. And so turned on just from this.

Wade gently rinsed his cute Irish partner down before turning the shower off.

Finn pecked his lips lovingly.

Eyes sparkling with emotions.

He really had fallen head-over-heels for Wade. Initially he thought it was just the dry spell breaking. But the past fortnight had been heaven for him. He was really...oh what the hell...he was in love. He was sure of it. It wasn't just the incredible sex. It was the little things. The way Wade would get pissed off when he failed at 'manly' tasks like opening a jar or when someone nicked his favourite spot at the gym. The way Wade would stroke his head when they cuddled on the sofa whenever Finn stayed overnight.

The fact that Wade was crap at making tea and Finn had to educate him on not putting the bloody milk in first.

He allowed Wade to dry him off.

"Come here," he whimpered, pulling Wade onto the bed with him. He was strong. He could guide the bigger Brit. He began to passionately kiss Wade, stroking that still-wet beard tenderly, eyes wet.

"Hey.." Wade whispered.

"Is it too soon..." whispered Finn, barely audible.

"Too soon for what Fergal love?"

"That...love...I really like you Stuart..."

"Should bloody hope so," smirked Wade.

"Be serious," Finn whispered, "People are so cynical...I fall in love fast Stuart.."

"It's only been two weeks, you might think I'm a pain in the bloody arse two months down the line," Wade said.

"I don't want anyone else," Finn moaned, pecking him again, "Mo ghrá.."

"What does that mean?" asked Wade.

"I'm the second Irishman you've dated," Finn pouted.

Sheamus had never slipped into Irish when they were together. How could Wade tell him that without flaring up his seemingly fierce jealousy?

"Is breá liom tú Stuart," FInn was barely audible but he was definitely speaking from the heart. SOmetimes you just knew.

Wade politely pretended he hadn't heard as he didn't want to curse this relationship so soon when things were going so well.

Finn raised his legs and placed them on Wade's shoulders, whimpering softly.

"Déan grá dom..." he pleaded.

"What did you say love?" whispered Wade, although the fact that Finn was folding himself in half kinda gave the game away.

Finn reached into the bedside drawer and passed him the lube with a cute smile.

"That answer your question?" he purred seductively.

"Shoulda thought...you horny little bastard," chuckled Wade, uncapping it and kneeling up a bit to coat himself.

"Short of time?" Finn frowned.

"Sorry?"

"I'm not always wham bam thank you mam!" Finn complained, "Thoughtless!"

He rolled over.

"Come on Fergal...didn't think and just got a bit ahead of myself," Wade sighed.

"I'm not a sex object," Finn pouted, rolling back over, "Sorry darlin...still got a thing.."

"You're not just Prince Devitt to me...ok?" Wade whispered, stroking between those ass cheeks, "Ssssh...relax...good man..."

"Oh Stuart..."

Wade began to finger him slowly, enjoying the cute mewls he made. Finn rolled around on his front so his perfect arse was up. He didn't want to alarm Wade tonight by the talons emerging and tearing into that flesh...Claws Devitt...why were people so mean to him? Jealous of his ring skills probably.

He rose to his knees.

"Hold me darlin..."

Wade began to slick himself up and wrapped his arms around Finn, who slowly rubbed those smooth, muscular glutes against his thighs.

Wade leaned forward...amount of times he and Finn had shagged already it was almost second nature to just slip inside of the cute Irishman...Finn moaned loudly.

"Oh Stuart..."

Wade could never get enough of that accent moaning his real name.

He began to slowly move in and out, holding Finn up and keeping it deep and slow. He could be gentle if he wanted. Finn's whines and moans were musical...he was perfection. Finn turned, eyes blazing, for kisses.

Wade obliged, enjoying the cute whimpers as they kissed and noting how Finn reached for his fingers to clasp them tight. Their ripped, muscualr, masculine bodies slowly writhed together, a total contrast to Sheamus and Cesaro on that cramped sofa at the arena earlier.

Wade's low manly grunts provided bass to Finn's moans, which were getting louder and louder..he was so close..so close...nobody had made him cum from behind...he was sure Wade was the first...he was the first full fucking stop to make him cum properly. He always just lost control of his body with this perfect Englishman. Oh yes. Please don't stop. His cries grew louder as he lost himself more and more..Wade speeding up...still stabbing his prostate dead centre...oh God...oh God...garbled Irish spilled from Finn's lips...suddenly Finn twitched and screamed as he sprayed the duvet beneath him with an intense climax...he hadn't come that copiously in years...and after the amount of out-if-this-world-sex that Wade had given him already...this was no mean feat..

Wade was holding his beau tight. Finn's scream had drowned him out as he'd shot his load too almost at the same time deep into the younger man.

He chuckled softly.

"Look at the bloody mess you've made," he smirked, sweaty and panting.

"Your fault for being amazing," panted Finn, also grinning and stealing another kiss.

---

OK. If you're not a Balor/Devitt fan then this chapter must have been hard work! LOL. He does come across a touch bunny boilerish but he's not Zack Ryder I assure you. As Sami says, he just loves hard. Lucky Wade tapping that IMO. #ShamelessDevittBandwagonJumper.

I do love writing him though. And with him being a RL comic book geek, perfect for a three musketeers schtick with Coddles and Sami...oh the cuteness..

And yay for Sheasaro smut and drama! Cesaro's got a few issues need dealing with, probably still got them from his days with Miz. We shall see during this double date. Will he stop being so snotty or will it end in a catfight with FInn? If you're British then you'll groan at the name of the pub...haha ;)

Ambrollins still strong as ever...never tire of writing them tbh.

I promise to tone down the use of Sami Zayn in the next chapter as he's dominated the last four! Same with Coddles. Couldn't resist a pre-Holidays Joshy cameo.

Happy New Year to all of you and I hope you liked the first chapter for 2015! x