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.

27. Chapter 27

CHapter 26

Thanks for the love...glad people are still digging this story. Feedback, be it new subscribers, faves, and of course, reviews, keep me writing. Well that and the delicious mental images writing it conjures up - Finn Balor as a begging bottom, how can you not want to picture that? - Anyhoo, as Sami would say..

Sheasaro fans...you'll like this. After all, Sheamus organised a double date. At an Irish pub. And yes, I will have Sheamus show up in his DeLorean. Freaking LOVE that he's bought one!

We'll begin at the Raw that Wade won the IC belt. May be some Centon as they've not really appeared for a while as well :) And Randy did return after the show went off air..so..

Oh hell...it's loaded with smut. Several couples. Why not? LOL. Be warned. It's a long un.

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Wade Barrett smugly held up his newly-won Intercontinental title as he shot a look of contempt at the gasping Dolph. Thanks very much. He always thought blondie was a gobby dickhead and deserved to be taken down a notch.

The tall Brit went backstage.

SLAP.

He was confronted by a fuming Miz who'd been watching the match and not expected Wade to a) win, and b) kick all that crap out of Dolph.

"What the bloody hell..?" Wade gasped.

"ASSHOLE! What did he ever do to you?!" snarled the Moneymaker.

Wade just smirked at the fat git he used to shag every now and then. Why on earth did he mess with that? When he had Irish heaven on a plate in Orlando?

"Maybe he should stop strutting around like he owns the place?" shrugged Wade.

"You're just pressed because your slut of a boyfriend couldn't have Nicky and now he settled for you," Mike spat, "How does it feel Wade? Knowing you're always a backup choice? I only slept with you when Swagger or Cesaro were busy and to get one over on Gabriel. I didn't actually fancy you."

"Oh excuse me while I go slash me wrists," Wade snarked, "Can't think why I ever touched your fat arse."

"You said I was the best you ever had," Mike hissed.

Wade just walked away, ignoring him. Seriously. He had no time for this shit.

"Congrats man," came John Cena's jovial voice, slapping him on the back, "Lost count of the amount of times you've held that."

"Cheers mate," Wade said, sitting into a chair and slugging from a bottle of water handed to him by a passing roadie, "Ah man...so how's the girlfriend?"

"RIght here," rumbled a voice and a tanned, trunk-clad figure appeared behind John, "Yes. I'm back tonight. After the show goes off air."

"They've turned him babyface, can you believe it?" John said, "All these years of 'oh Johnny, make them turn me heel again' and now he goes and ASKS for a face turn!"

"Because he wants to be your valet you thick twat," smirked Wade.

"Glad to see brains can be sexually transmitted," Randy said, "Devitt's clearly the brains to your brawn. I'm amazed you're out of bed."

"Randal..." warned John, "Be good."

"You should have tidied the tour bus," Randy snapped, "So when's this double date, Barrett? And why weren't we invited as your friends?!"

"Yeah," John's face almsot split with the dimpled grin which Wade knew meant piss taking banter of the highest order was coming, "Why?"

"Don't blame me," Wade threw up his hands, "Ste's idea. Cannot believe he bought that bloody DeLorean."

"That makes him an even bigger legend in my eyes," John said.

"DeLoreans were shit cars...leaky, slow," Randy said, "Just because of a nerd movie that's thirty years old! Everyone raves about them. He could have bought a real man's car."

"What like a Bentley? A poncey footballer's wagon?!" snarked Wade, "And yours isn't a real Bentley, moron. It's German with a Bentley badge."

"Boys, boys," John said, "We'll just agree that I have the best car collection and leave it at that, yeah?"

"You treat that Maserati of yours like some cheapass rental," Randy snapped, "Do you know the amount of empty protein shake bottles, burger wrappers, dirty workout gear I took out of that thing?!"

"No sex for you tonight," Wade teased.

"Least I'm getting some," John hit back.

"If I uncross my legs," snarled Randy, folding his inked arms defiantly, "So. Reckon Sheamus told Cesaro he bought that crappy silver jalopy?"

"Randal. Behave."

"Never."

John thought fast. He slipped a hand down the back of Randy's trunks and slid a finger between those solid ass cheeks.

Randy visibly froze and moaned at the contact and sunk back towards John, his cock hard in a trice. Wade just smirked. What a randy old hag. Ha. Randy. His name certainly fit him.

"What?!" Randy spat.

"Your name suits you...you're always randy..Randy.." Wade smirked.

"Oh ha. Ha. Ha. HAAA," Randy snarked, "Think of that all by yourself did you Big Ears?"

John facepalmed. Jesus what was with Randy these days? The time off had just made him more irritable and even more insufferable. He could never tell if he was joking with Wade or if he had legit beef with him.

"I'm gonna go change," Wade said, "Until you get the sand washed from your vagina."

"Fucker..." snarled Randy, lobbing the empty water bottle in Wade's wake.

"Jesus what's eaten you!" John sighed.

"You still treat me like your secret Johnny...I'm coming out to SAVE YOU tonight...how much more obvious do I need to be!"

"You know we can't come out Randal.."

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! Lesnar will be back soon and trying to creep on you...you still slime over Silicone TIts..who still is shit in the ring...a Torture Rack doesn't a good wrestler make by the way...remember Ezekiel Jackson..but yet you can't do a simple thing like make our fourteen year relationship OFFICIAL?!"

"I cannot talk to you when you're being like this. You're a six foot grown man Randal. Stop acting like a teenage girl. It's a real turn off."

"TRUTH HURTS DOES IT CENA?!" roared Randy as John began to walk away in the direction Wade went. But it was no use. He was left stood alone and fuming.

"FUCK THIS...FUCK THIS! FUCK IT ALL!" he was now kicking the absolute crap out of a wires box, trying to just let out his fury. All he wanted was to be publically acknowledged as John Cena's long term partner...hell...he wanted to be John Cena's fucking HUSBAND. The chains placed upon them by their jobs and high profiles were almost suffocating him and he was struggling beyond human endurance with this. He'd already been looking into changing his name by deed poll to Randal Keith Cena. He could still keep his..well, maiden name, he supposed for work as he doubt they'll let him change his ring name as he was such a strong brand for WWE. Outside the squared circle, he wanted to be Randy Cena. All he ever wanted. He was 35 this year and wanted more than anything to finalise the deal.

"Randy?"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" bellowed Randy.

"Sorry...just wondered how you were."

Randy sighed and sank onto the chair Wade had been sitting in as he looked up to face his former protegé Cody, his catsuit half open and his much twinkier-looking upper body covered with a grey tee that was WAY too small and looked like a crop top.

"Oh just GRAND," snarled the Viper, "Can't you tell?"

"Wanna talk about it?" asked Cody, sitting beside him and fishing inside his catsuit for his Off Duty glasses.

Randy exhaled.

Cody was a notorious gossip and blabber mouth. Was it a good idea.

"I won't tell," Cody promised, "Looks big. Whatever it is that's bothering you."

"If you do blab," Randy threatened, "You will have another date with the ring bell. And this time I won't be so nice." He was referring to a Smackdown match in 2011 where he cracked the ravenette's head open with the ring bell, forcing the younger man to be hospitalised and get nine staples in his head. THat was when little Mathews still commentated Smackdown. And Randy had been threatened by Cody's then-boyfriend, Ted DiBiase Junior for his actions. A long time ago now.

"Pinky promise," Cody said, extending his hand.

Randy reluctantly shook pinky fingers with him.

"Don't you ever feel trapped by the business sometimes?" he sighed, "Screw this...I need a cigarette. You got any smokes on you?"

"Always," Cody said, reaching into his suit.

"How many pockets do you have?!" Randy exclaimed.

"Loads. It's like Pandora's box, good old Sandra," Cody said, getting to his feet and leading Randy through a nearby fire exit into the night air and lighting up, offering him the box. Randy took one and the lighter and gratefully sparked up. Ahh. Out of respect for John's wishes was the reason he gave up but sometimes...

"As I was saying," he said, "Feel so...fucking...chained up. You must know what it feels like?"

"Depends in what respect," Cody said, "Dunno about you but I'm sick right now of people acting like the words pro-wrestler are a taboo. I am not ashamed of this fact."

"Even if you act more like Emmett Honeycutt crossed with Regina George," smirked Randy.

"You wouldn't know EITHER of those characters you just referenced if you hadn't been privileged to know me Randalyn so can it," pouted Cody, "Want my help or not?!"

"Yes."

"Then don't change the subject. Please continue."

"Yes judge," snarked Randy, "Again...feel so suffocated and chained. By the business. I cannot have what I want most in the world."

"And what's that? A championship reign? Fruity Pebble endorsement? A less flat ass?"

Randy flipped him the bird.

"No," he snarled, "Be fucking serious. Surprised your bottom's intiution can't tell."

He waved the hand he previously wore a wedding ring on.

"Oh...I see..." Cody said, getting it at last, "I'm surprised Cena hasn't yet."

"Precisely!" Randy snapped, "Fourteen fucking years damnit! But NO, he has to sign up to do Total Divas with that plastic Bella whore and pretend to be her man despite the fact he can't be convincing at that to save his God damn life! I can't be his, damnit! All I fucking want Codes, is to be Randy CENA. Make a real fucking commitment!"

Cody totally understood it. He knew the struggle. He married a girl he cared for and loved very much to protect his public image but couldn't now marry his beloved Josh for many reasons.

"I know how you feel," he said, flashing his wedding ring and promise ring.

"You chose to marry Eden," Randy said, "And I know you've fulfilled ALL your obligations."

Cody avoided his glower but those eyes were so piercing he couldn't look away.

"AND?!" he snapped, "What's it to you? You have a fucking DAUGHTER!"

"All to maintain a normal image," sighed Randy, "I can see it Codes...me, John, Al...in his house when we're retired..."

"But Cena won't retire until he's eighty," Cody said.

"Exactly! I don't want to wait until we're senior citizens to call him my fucking husband! He just WON'T COMMIT! Says he wants to but it's too much of a sacrifice! Am I that much of a fucking drain on his 'other commitments'? What's more important?! His fiftieth championship run or the man he's supposed to fucking LOVE?! I haven't had a title shot in what seems like YEARS but do you see me complaining?!"

"But John is the face of the company. He has to be the go-to-guy for important media, Make A Wish, promotional stuff. Vince has a hardon for big jacked guys anyway, he's always going to be at the top. He's the biggest seller of merch and tickets there is. And he loves the company to death."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm in a menage-a-trois," Randy sighed, "Me, him and the WWE."

Cody snorted.

"What?!" roared Randy.

"Sorry I just had a mental image of the two of you hugging in bed with a big fluffy WWE logo..." giggled Cody.

OK Randy had to admit that was ludicrous and yet amusing. He laughed just a little.

"Sorry...I'll be serious now...we all know John is a workhorse...but if it's really getting to you this much, and you really think it's threatening your long term future..then give him an ultimatum," Cody said, "The title. Or you. That'll kick him right up his big ass."

Randy looked to the distance as he pondered this. Actually. That wasn't a bad idea. It would show John the true magnitude of his feelings without going for all the awful girly feelings talk that Randy hated.

"You're right...oh man...I knew I could count on you..." he breathed.

"I know it's drastic," Cody said, "But I know how it's getting to you..written all over your face."

"Why I went off, well that and the deviated septum," Randy said, "Anyway...how's your love life?"

"Not good," admitted Cody.

"You haven't split up again?"

"No...no...may as well. Might as well talk to someone about it. Dustin doesn't give a damn and he's only my fucking BROTHER. Too busy blaming me for running my mouth on Twitter and turning us into jobbers to care about my personal life...I really don't know how long me and Joshy have got...it's...I know it's gonna sound SO stupid when I say it out loud...the fact that he works...THERE."

"Loads of the guys..and girls actually...have some friends over at TNA," Randy said.

"Not just that," Cody said, "He's hanging out with Robbie E, Rockstar Spud...more than actually...they're his damn room mates now!"

"So? He's allowed to make friends?"

"You don't understand. Robbie fucking E. He's a trashbag who's friends with Ratchet Graves, Rat Maddox and fucking GABRIEL!"

"Three irrelevant hacks, one can't wrestle anymore...one's fired...the other's a jobber who puts over NXT talent!" Randy said incredulously, "Just because Josh is friends with Rob Eckos doesn't mean he's gonna split up with you and hate you. That's schoolyard stuff Codes. We're not in grade school anymore."

"It's what Sami says. It's what Paige says too. Why am I the only person who still firmly believes in the mantra that you can tell a lot from someone by the company they keep?! Remember Jack Korpela?"

Cody hawked up some phlegm and spat on the ground after he mentioned his old foe's name.

"Who?" Randy was slightly taken aback by the ravenette's actions and also he legit had no idea who Cody was talking about.

"Some runty ESPN journo, commentates NASCAR now I think, was in developmental for a short while and stole my look...he was the Sunday Night Heat, old-style NXT and Superstars announcer until 2011 before going to developmental for like a year and failing to show any talent in the ring. Kinda like Sweet Baby Tom I suppose...a cut price Joshy without the good looks, hot body or charm."

"That;s harsh, Phillips is a sweet kid," Randy cut in.

"I meant, the young, pretty commentary boy on the C-shows," Cody said, "That role. I like Tom. Hehehe. He's a cutie."

Red flags went off in Randy's brain.

"What's an old announcer got to do with TNA?" he asked Cody, deciding to not even touch upon what he was currently suspecting.

"Oh..Korpela...he was friends with Robbie E too. And he almost split Joshy and I up for good the dirty, trout faced jug eared little mutt that he is. But anyway, enough about him. Point is, Robbie E is a scumbag. He hangs out with scum. People who all hate Joshy. And now Joshy is friends with him! You're telling me there's nothing shady going on?"

"Can see where you're coming from but I wouldn't worry. Not everyone's a sheep. Some people can think for themselves."

"I can';t even go to Nashville to see him because THEY'LL be there..and just be fake nice."

"Here's a crazy idea Codes...but rather than just assuming shit...go up to NAshville. Hang out with them. Forget WWE vs TNA, this isn't the 90s anymore. TNA are zilch competition for us, they're no WCW. Just go there and get to know them as your boyfriend's buddies. Not as rivals."

"Want to know something else?" Cody sighed, "I...I call Robbie E trash because I'm jealous. He's very good looking out of his stupid gimmick. Striking features. Spud's cute with a cute British accent. Joshy must want to do stuff with them and from what I've heard on the grapevine both of them are gay."

"I thought that Rob Eckos was knocking off Miss Tessmacher?" Randy said.

"Uh-uh," Cody said, "All a cover up. Remind you of anything?"

"OK I getcha," Randy said, "We should know about that sort of thing...keeps dirtsheets off our backs I suppose. Think about what I've said?"

"Sure," Cody said, "I'll try. For all I know Robbie E could be a nice guy and just easily led."

"Won't be the first to be easily led in this business," Randy sighed, "I'll see you later. Thank you so much. Really. You've put into perspective."

"Don't go in all guns blazing," Cody warned him, "You'll only say or do something you'll regret."

"Thanks."

"No problem. You were my mentor at one point. Laters."

Randy padded inside.

Another man walked out. A slim, young dark-haired man in a suit.

Cody smiled.

"Hey Sweet Baby Tom," he beamed.

"Hi Cody," Tom Phillips replied, "What were you talking to Orton about?"

"Wanted to give the Candy shippers something to wet themselves over," Cody said, "Nah just kidding...giving him some relAtionship advice...stuff isn't going so well with Cena. You doing much after the show?"

"Probably not," Tom sighed, "No good matches on Grindr."

"Tom..." Cody sighed, "We talked about that. Won't help you get over J-Rob dumping you."

"Nobody else but you and Brandi talk to me now," Tom replied, "Soon as Justin left, he chucks me and his stupid frat bros don't bother at all."

"You're on TV more than Ryder," Cody said.

"Not anymore. Lawler's on Smackdown. They've booted me off."

"Ugh. He's a dirty old man. You're cuter. And better at your job. This company is idiotic."

"You're way too nice to me," Tom said.

"You remind me of Joshy," Cody beamed.

Tom blushed.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Wish I could wrestle like him. Sucks TNA didn't give him a wrestler's contract. His gauntlet match kicked ass."

"Joshy slays in the ring but that's by-the-by. You're way too sweet to waste yourself on anonymous dicks. You should find another boyfriend. A man who'll appreciate what a sweetie you are."

Tom giggled coyly.

"Stop.."

"You should tryout for NXT."

"I haven't got the body for it."

"I've seen you change Thomas..." Cody rested his thumb on his bottom lip, a mischeivous (was it flirty?) smile on his pretty face, "Nothing wrong where I was stood."

"Damn it.." Tom said, "Stop it...bad enough you're one of the hottest guys here without you being double-taken.."

"Cheeky blighter.." giggled Cody, "I might have been around the block several times but I have never been double penetrated."

"Not what I meant...eww you're dirty," giggled Tom, "You reckon I should try out for NXT?"

"Worked for Joshy...you're only a young whippersnapper," Cody said, "And you'd look a lot better in trunks than those suits. Just saying."

"I don't know how to wrestle!" Tom giggled, blushing at Cody's complimenting, "Josh wrestled in the indies before he got the announcer's job."

"If they can let Eva and Kelly into a main roster ring.." Cody said, shrugging, "You'll be fine. You know how to bump?"

"Course I do..I had to do that to get the job in case I'm used in a backstage segment with a violent heel.."

"Well go to NXT and ask to do some proper wrestling training. I have contacts."

"Your dad won't be able to square it for me!"

"Not just Dad," Cody said, "Sami Zayn. My cute little redheaded bestie. He's legit one of the best in the world. Hideo Itami. And of course not forgetting Fergal Devitt. Another good friend of mine. THat's top tier talent right there. They'll help you."

"They're training themselves," Tom protested, "Gotta learn the WWE style. I paid no dues, they'll hate me."

"If Dave Batista and David Otunga could get into that ring despite being so bad at wrestling they';re dangerous, you've got no excuse Sweet Baby Tom. You already work out with me. Building yourself up quite nicely already. And like all good bottom boys, you NEVER skip leg day."

"Leg day's the most important," Tom grinned, "Aim is to get legs like yours...not too thick, not too skinny...you've got perfect legs...you should be an underwear model."

"Oh you..." giggled Cody, putting a friendly arm around the young commentator's shoulders, "Been looking? I know I'm hot, I don't blame you...hehehehe...just kidding."

"Eden will kill me," Tom giggled.

"What for? Wanting to become a wrestler?" Cody smirked, "She decided it wasn't her thing. She still getting jacked though. And she won't mind training the basics with you."

"If I must train with a girl I'd rather work with Paige or Natalya," Tom admitted, "No shade Codes...Eden's my best friend here...just she's not that into the in ring stuff.."

"Joshy used to work with Eve Torres back in the day to help get his moonsault back," Cody sighed dreamily, "We could go find Paige, get her and Nattie to rough you up."

"And TJ...I'd love to learn from Harts," Tom said.

"Poor Tyson...he gets stuck with the worst people," Cody sighed, "First Beardie McBitchwhore and now the Swiss Drama Queen. Seriously. I used to legit respect Cesaro but since he got with Sheamus he's just a drama queen."

"And he used to play around with Miz."

"BLECH. Big Fat Mess."

"You know...I never said it to Justy but I hate Miz too. He really thinks he's it."

"He ain't shit girl," Cody said.

Tom's eyes were all over Cody's biceps, bulging out of that skin tight tee.

"That shirt must be cutting your circulation off," he remarked.

"One of Joshy's," Cody giggled, "I know it doesn't fit but it smells of him."

"Why did it take you and him so long to get together?" asked Tom, "I mean what was it, five years?"

"Six," Cody corrected him, "I debuted in July 2007. We got together July 2013. Honestly...we were both bottoms so it didn't enter my head. Also I was an arrogant, slutty, bitchy twink who legit thought he was Queen Bee. We had a Burn Book and everything. Only the elite were deemed worthy to talk to Joshy and me."

"So that's true? Josh wasn't pulling me leg?" asked Tom.

"Yep. Imma go change out this catsuit. Not like I'm needed for the rest of the night. C'mon.."

He linked his arm in Tom's, pulling the cute announcer with him towards the locker room, totally not spotting Paige and Natalya eyeing them up as he passed.

"Rude," Paige pouted.

"Almost weird not seeing you attached to him," remarked Nattie.

"I need a word with baldy. And stat," Paige said, "If he remembers I exist again."

"It's like little Tom Phillips has become his new best friend overnight and now he's always with him," Nattie observed, "I know he's Eden's best friend already but..."

"Nah. Baldy won't be into little Tom," Paige said, "Tom screams twink."

"He's very like someone else," Nattie said, "Alarmingly actually."

"Oh God.." Paige sighed, "I knew this would happen. I should go talk to Eden. Before a big hot mess happens."

"Missy you interfere enough in people's love lives!" Nattie scolded.

"Well all these little boys running around...they need mothering!" Paige hit back.

"You're 22! All your 'boys' are just under or over thirty!" Nattie said incredulously.

"Men never grow up," Paige said, "TJ excluded of course."

At that moment Tyson appeared, looking pretty pissed off. He kicked the wall and growled.

"Hey...what's the matter?" asked Nattie.

"Cesaro! What the hell is wrong with that guy today?!" snapped Tyson, "Complain, complain, com-fucking-plain! He's worse than a chick...no offence..."

"I could break your arm," Paige mock-threatened, folding her arms, "Probably something to do with Sheamus buying a new car?"

"Yes...that's exactly it. So what if SHeamus wants a DeLorean? Dude's got enough money made to buy one! Why is it a problem? And why is it my fault?!" Tyson huffed.

"TJ," Nattie rested a hand on her irate husband's arm, "Remember when you bought that massage chair without telling me? I threw a hissy fit for a week. Remember the last pair of Louis Vuitton stilettos I bought and you got mega pissed at me for? See where he's coming from?"

"I get it," Tyson said, "But why is he taking it out on me?"

"Men are bigger drama queens," Paige put in, "Trust me. I know Sami Zayn."

Tyson snorted.

"Fergal Devitt's not much better," he remarked, "He shaded me on Twitter for still tagging with Cesaro. And why? Because Cesaro is dating Barret AKA Sheamus' ex. I don't mind gay guys but MAN all this damn drama! They should put them on Total Divas instead!"

Nattie giggled.

"Forgive Fergal," Paige said, "He's just a little..hormonal. He's got a new man, not had sex for a long time...he's a nice boy really. It's Samuel's influence."

"Who's Samuel?" asked Tyson.

"Sami Zayn...it's her nickname for him," Nattie explained.

"He's worse than Melina ever was with Morrison," Tyson remarked, "Neville can't even go to the bathroom without Zayn's permisson. The things I saw down at NXT...man!"

"Sounds like I need to go and sort my naughty boys out," Paige said, "Will you excuse me?"

"Start with Cody!" Nattie called after her.

"I'm on it!" Paige called back.

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In the Superstars' locker room, Cody was casually washing his face paint off at the sink in just his briefs. Very tight and skimpy Andrew Christian ones at that. Showing every curve of his perfect booty. Tom Phillips couldn't take his eyes off the hot hunk who'd become his new best friend. Who wouldn't? Cody was one of the best looking superstars to ever sign.

Tom was wondering if Cody had more than just friending intentions with him. He knew Cody could be predatory. Tom couldn't, even if he wanted to. Cody was married. As well as promised to Josh Mathews. And Cody's wife was Tom's other best friend. Only other friend.

"Sup," came Dean Ambrose' s voice as he too, strode over, ever so casually in matching briefs to Cody.

Tom's eyes were now on stalks.

He hated himself but took a candid shot of the two hot men in tiny gay undies stood in front of him. Tumblr girls would tear him to shreds to get their mitts on THAT.

"HEY!" Dean turned.

Tom went scarlet.

THE FLASH!

He forgot about the flash.

"Who's taking pictures?!" Cody snapped.

"Phillips! What the hell!" Dean grabbed someone's jacket and covered up, blushing.

Cody just grinned.

"Awww...don't mind Sweet Baby Tom, he's just got body ambitions," Cody perched next to him, wrapping a friendly arm around the hapless commentator's shoulders, "Wants to look as jacked as us Dean."

"Could have asked permission!" pouted Dean, removing the jacket and sitting next to Cody, "Not to mention it's illegal to take dudes photos without their knowledge."

"Sorry..." mumbled Tom, "What Cody said...trying to build up..want to..."

"He wants to get in the ring, ain't that adorable?" Cody simpered.

"Wasn't that how Josh got started?" Dean remarked, laying back, legs open, relaxing. Poor Tom!

"Yeah," Cody said proudly, "And look how talented he is."

"SO talented TNA made him a commentator," Dean said, "No shade, just think it's a waste. Guy's legit in the ring. Did you know he had a match on Xplosion?"

"NO! OMIGOD HE DIDN'T TELL ME!" squealed Cody, springing to his feet, "Against who?! When?!"

"Last week," Dean said, "Was on his Twitter. Jesus Codes, thought you'd have been the first to know. Austin Aries defeated him."

Cody was ripping his bag apart for his iPad. He felt horrible. How could he have missed that? Too busy flirting with Tom Phillips, that's why. This was a real slap down to earth. He feverishly opened up Youtube and searched for the match.

He found it.

No.

He huffed and shut off his iPad.

Too late. The moment had kinda gone.

"DAMNIT!" he cried.

"Hey," Dean said, "It'll still be online tomorrow. Don't get so pissy."

"Not the point, I'm his fucking boyfriend," Cody pouted, "Great boyfriend, huh."

"Been a busy week," Dean said, padding to his bag and pulling his vest on, leaving his bottom half brief-clad. Well why not? Surprise Seth! He finished the look with his own lenseless Raybans.

"Dean you'd look much better if you wore Seth's merch tee," Cody said.

"Good point," Dean grinned, ripping his vest off and bending over naughtily, his briefs hiding NOTHING. Every curve of that delicious ass shown off.

"Let me spank the Ambooty," Cody said.

SPANK!

"HEEY!" Dean cried, "You fucker!"

Tom was now suffering with a hardon that refused to die. Two of the most wanted hunks on the roster playing around. And not to mention fierce jealousy at Cody forgetting he existed as soon as Josh having a match was brought up. Tom had already seen it because he was a good friend to his former colleague.

"You two should just fuck already," he pouted.

"Oooh check the sass on Sweet Baby Tom," giggled Cody.

Dean was pulling on his treasured Seth Rollins tee and also smirking.

"Getting too big for his boots," he put in, "You ever not wear a suit Phillips?"

"He's scared we'll make fun of him for being a twink," COdy said.

"Shows us what ya got," Dean grinned.

Tom began to remove his suit. Could he be accepted into the 'plastics', as most of the guys in the back called the friendship group that was Cody, Dean, Axel, Paige and Summer Rae?

He was still hard.

To be honest he would love to be in a threeway with Ambrose and Rhodes..damn he was a hot mess these days. Always horny.

He stood in his blue and white briefs, feeling like a dead cow for sale at a meat market.

"Kid you should build yourself up," Dean remarked, "COuld snap you in two."

"Bulge! Holy bulge batman!" Cody gasped.

Tom went crimson and covered up.

"Don't be shy, you're cute," Cody assured him.

"I'm not a piece of meat," pouted Tom.

"You're not very confident are you, kiddo?" Dean remarked.

"Well boyfriend dumped me, I have no friends here except for Cody and Eden..." mumbled Tom, "You guys are flirting with me..."

"Honey if you think this is flirting you need to get out more," COdy grinned, "We're complimenting you."

"And we don't compliment everyone, a lot of two faced assholes that work here," Dean said.

"Miz," Cody said.

"Ziggler," Dean put in.

"You're better off out that bunch of fratbro losers," Cody finished, "Ziggler's a user who goes whichever way his pants point, Muscle M-A-Ry is trash, Ryder's got several screws loose and as for Miz."

"Makes Reby Sky look chaste...Miz is the definition of ratchet," Dean added.

"We'll look after you Sweet Baby Tom," Cody said kindly, putting an arm around the young man's skinny pale shoulders.

"Consider this your initiation," Dean said.

Tom sunk to his knees.

"Huh?!" Dean was nonplussed.

"What you doing?" asked Cody.

"Initiation," Tom mumbled, "Don't I have to give you two head?"

"What?!" gasped Cody, "Who told you that?!"

"You two...walking around wearing nothing..or hardly anything...touching me...it's what people have to do to get into Miz and Ziggler's pack..."

"WHAT?!" Cody cried, "Miz always swore he and A-Ry never did anything...much..!"

"You really didn't know? Ziggler told me about it. It's just like crappy internet fratboy porn! To get into Ziggler's gang, you have to suck off at least one of the members!" Dean exclaimed.

"It's true," Tom mumbled, "Justin said so. A-Ry had to suck his cock to get in! Justin had to suck Ziggler off! So did Ryder!"

"GROSS! MESS!" cried Cody, now stomping around the locker room, dressing as fast as he could, feeling utterly furious with himself once more.

"Guess JBL's hazing really did fuck Miz up," Dean remarked, "No wonder he's a hoochie mama in cheap sunglasses. And that's coming from me."

"Dean.." Cody said, "Don't. You're doing so well.."

"Sorry.." Dean sighed, "Just...all this kinda brought it back to me. Sorry Phillips. Nothing bad meant...we should have respected your boundaries."

"We're not like that Sweet Baby Tom, especially not to genuinely sweet and cute boys like your good self," Cody said, shooting Tom his cutest smile, "Please don't ever think that."

"And you're not my type anyway, so you can sleep easy," Dean said, crossing one smooth leg over the other, "I like my guys ripped...long hair, beardly..."

"Carrying briefcases and the best heels in the company?" Cody grinned, "Awww Dean you cutie."

"I'm a bottom anyway," Dean grinned shamelessly.

"I didn't need to know thanks Ambrose," mumbled poor blushing Tom.

"If you want to sit with us at lunch," Cody said, "You need to be less...frigid, Sweet Baby Tom."

"I AM NOT FRIGID!" screamed Tom, springing to his feet, making them both jump.

"OK...OK..." Cody said, "I was only playing."

"Just Joshing with you," Dean put in with a mischievous sideways smirk.

"You go and bounce on Rollins' dick, there's a good lunatic fringe," Cody sassed back.

"Already planning to," shrugged Dean, "Oh man. We've barely been out of bed for the past week. Watching him torture Edge last week made my bussy pulsate."

"EW!" Tom covered his ears. He had been on the Ambrose fancying bandwagon for a while. He thought Dean would be a wild, dirty power top. Now it seems, exact opposite! But he envied the friendship Cody and Dean had. So comfortable with one another they could banter the heck out of each other but with nothing but love.

Cody just looked proudly at Dean. He was a totally different person now. SO chill and so happy with himself. He and Seth were rock solid and it showed. Cody liked that Dean could banter with him now. What he and Josh used to have. He had that with Sami Zayn but the redhead was only on the road every so often. And Cody's friendship with Curtis had improved since their ill-advised one night stand but was still strained compared to what it used to be.

"I'm gonna go find Colby, all this talk's got me real worked up," smirked Dean, getting casually to his feet and walking towards the door.

"Yes I know, look at the damp patch you left on that bench," Cody teased, pretending to mop the seat.

"You not gonna wear pants?" Tom gasped.

"Nope," Dean deadpanned as though that was the most obvious thing in the world. He casually sauntered out in just his Seth Rollins tee and briefs to go find a monitor to watch the closing segment of Raw.

Cody shook his head, giggling. Awww.

---

"NO! NOO! NO!" Mike the Miz screamed at the monitor as he watched Dolph, Erick Rowan and Ryback get 'fired' by Stephanie on screen in the closing segment.

Several people were looking at him with annoyance. What a drama queen.

It not been Dolph's night. First dethroned by Barrett and now fired on screen.

They hadn't told him what their plans were after so he was just going to off work for a while. And Mike was MOST pissed off. How dare they treat his man like that! Dolph fucking left it on the line every single fucking night out there...fans ADORED him. And what do they do? Write him off TV for a while? Just because he wasn't a pussy who sat there and took being treated like doormat and spoke his mind.

"C'mon," Damien Sandow assured him, "It's not real you know.."

"YES IT IS!" shrieked the Miz, "You don't know how they continually mistreat Nicky! First give his title to fucking Devitt's rent-a-dick, and now fire him?! He was the fucking star of Survivor Series!"

"SOmetimes these things happen," Damien shrugged, "He'll be back soon."

"And what am I going to do in the meantime, huh?!" snapped Mike, "He's my BOYFRIEND Sandow! I can't be with him! He needs me! Nicky needs me!"

He shot to his feet and stomped out of Catering towards the corridors to find his beloved blonde. Since Devitt had tried to get his claws into Dolph Mike had been EXTRA possessive and protective. He was NOT happy right now.

"WHat you looking at?!" he snarled at Cesaro who was trying to not look smug.

"A hot mess," Cesaro smirked.

"YOU BASTARD CLAUDIO...I'LL...I'LL..."

He was nose to nose with the Swiss Superman.

"You'll what? Hit me with your purse?" smirked Cesaro.

"I'll get you for that! I hope Sheamus still thinks of Wade everytime he porks your DISGUSTING hairy ass!" snarled Mike nastily.

"Come and talk to me when you've lost a few pounds," Cesaro said, bitchily. His bitchy side was coming out more and more. He was counting down the days until Friday. Even if Sheamus was in the doghouse for buying a new car without consulting him first.

Mike just growled and stormed out, unable to think of a riposte to the smirking Swiss who just rested his long legs on the table and continued to browse his Kindle. He'll give Sheamus the silent treatment for a few more days. He was legit mad at the red-haired Irishman because in his opinion, there were better cars out there than a DeLorean DMC12 and they could have bought a classic car together if thats what the Irishman was looking for. As Sheamus' partner Cesaro felt he should have been involved somehow.

Mike the Miz was stomping towards gorilla to find his beloved.

Ick.

Curtis Axel was hugging and nuzzling Ryback.

Mike made a retching noise as he walked past.

"Ignore him," Ryback growled.

"How can I Ryan?! You're leaving me again!"

"Only for a few months maybe."

"FEW MONTHS?!" screamed Curtis.

"Until they call me back," Ryback said, "Just go out there every night and do your thing. You were awesome against Itami."

"The IWC will still call me a boring charisma-free-zone when it goes out on Thursday," complained Curtis, "Ryan...when are you flying back home?"

"Tomorrow," Ryback replied, "Plenty of time to take you out first though."

"You better," Curtis said, placing Ryback's big, callused hand on his bare thigh just under his trunk line.

Ryback spanked that glorious big fat ass playfully.

Curtis moaned.

"I want you..." whimpered the smaller, elder man.

"Wait till we hit the hotel, then I'm all yours, tiger," smirked Ryback.

"Take me here," grinned Curtis, "C'mon Ryan, go out with a bang. Literally."

"You might have to be quiet though Joey," smirked the big guy, casually lowering his singlet, Curtis moaning at the sight of that huge, ripped body glistening in the artificial lights of the corridor.

"Nobody here," Curtis whined, his cock hard in milliseconds.

He sank to his knees to aid Ryback's undressing. Mmmmmm. He was so lucky. Why did he ever find Punk hot? Ew. He pulled down the Big Guy's sports boxer shorts with the singlet and feverishly took the hard, huge cock into his mouth, expertly devouring it.

Ryback cursed and growled. Oh fuck. This was wild. ANYONE could walk by and see! He was virtually ass-naked save for kneepads, upper-armbands and boots with his singlet pooled at his ankles.

Curtis was so damn good...fuck...

He gently but firmly pulled the third generation minx from his cock. Curtis shooting him a hungry and naughty smile.

"You're a bad boy," growled The Big Guy.

"I love being bad," Curtis grinned, getting to his feet, "Lay down Ryan so I can sit on your face."

Ryback smirked and gracelessly sat on the cold floor...ooh..felt nice against his big naked ass...mmm...

Curtis began to take his trunks down.

ANd his pads.

And his boots.

Leaving just the Better Than Perfect vest on.

Oh the MINX.

"No undies Ryan," he grinned, straddling his beloved hunk and grinding their cocks together, moaning.

"You are BAD," snarled Ryback.

"And I'm all YOURS," Curtis whined, smashing his lips to Ryback's needily and clutching the big man's hand, their engagement rings sparkling.

"I can't wait to marry you," Ryback grunted.

"I'd be honored to have you be a Hennig," Curtis said, kissing him, eyes sparkling, wriggling so his naked ass was against the big guy's hard cock, whining at the contact.

Ryback grinned as he heaved upwards, holding Curtis safe, whispering 'I gotcha, I gotcha..' and stood up, pinning his little minx of a former tag partner to the cold, whitewashed wall.

"Oh Ryan," moaned Curtis, "Do me! Against this wall you HUNK.."

His ass was being teased by Ryback;'s cock and he was aching to be entered.

"No lube sweetie," snarled Ryback gruffly.

"It's OK Ryan, I can cope," moaned Curtis, "Need you. Let all your frustration out on my pussy, Ryan. Imagine you're revenge fucking my scumbag ex."

Whoa.

Ryback was taken aback.

Curtis' eyes flashed with intensity.

"C'mon," begged the smaller man, "You never fully expressed your anger. And I bet Skunkbag is laughing his ass off at your firing angle."

WIth a savage snarl of rage, Ryback slammed Curtis hard aginst the wall and roughly entered that willing, perfect ass.

"OH RYAN! YES!" gasped Curtis. He was really in the mood to just be TAKEN tonight. Part of it was anger at this firing storyline. Part of it was jealousy over Cody's new BFFs Tom phillips and Sami Zayn replacing him. Even though Cody still considered him a very good friend.

And partly because Punk of late was just really irritating Curtis.

Ryback began to roughly pound Curtis, growling with fury as he just let rip, taking out his suppressed anger at Punk's burying of him to Cabana. Take that you arrogant tattoed prick. Take that.

"Oh YES! FUCK YES!" Curtis screamed, scratching Ryback's huge back like a wildcat, "More! More!"

Ryback just roared like a bear and continued to borderline rape Curtis, not caring how much he was hurting his lover. Curtis screaming like a slut and tearing chunks out of his back with his suprisingly sharp nails. Yeah. Take it. Fucking take it you whore.

Curtis's prostate was being thoroughly abused and he fucking LOVED it. He was such a hungry bottom and he didn;t give a God damn who could hear his slutty cries. He was on pure heat tonight. He writhed in time with his man, fucking him right back. This was a manly, rough coupling. A stark contrast to their last session two nights ago which saw the Big Guy truly spoil Curtis and be quite the gentleman in the bedroom. Their sex life was Jekyll andf Hyde and neither of them would change that.

Curtis' legs were on fire...he could feel it shooting up his spine...he couldn't stop it. He couldn't even lift his vest in time...he could feel it...more Ryback, more. He could take it! Fuck yes! Just there! Smash his spot good.

Curtis screamed at the top of his lungs as his orgasm exploded through his body, all over his black vest, even hitting his beard. He was coming and coming hard...but he hadn't time to just let go as his eardrums were split by the animalistic bellow from his big lover, announcing that he too, had gone over the edge and exploded deep inside Curtis.

Both men were a sweaty, gasping mess.

Ryback just about had enough strength to gently place Curtis on the floor before his own legs buckled.

"Oh man,..." his rasping, deep voice was a hoarse whisper, "That...damn..."

"Was...amazing.." whimpered Curtis, leaning against the wall, the floor pleasantly soothingly cool against his abused ass.

Ryback crawled uo to him and cuddled him close, peppering his head with loving kisses. The gent was back.

"Love you," he rasped.

"I love you too," Curtis whined, nuzzling him, "My hubby to be."

"You're gonna have to lose the vest," Ryback chuckled lazily.

"Why? Oh..."

"Garden sprinkler doesn't cover it," smirked RYback.

"RYAN!" Curtis playfully slapped him, "Oh...my...your back!"

"Yes it stings like a bitch! I feel like I've been mauled by a lion," smirked the Big Guy.

"I was a little vicious," Curtis was blushing but smiling, "What came over me?"

"You're always a little vicious in bed...why I love you," chuckled Ryback, reaching for his singlet to dab Curtis' vest dry, "Those talons you call nails!"

"Everyone can see that you're mine," Curtis said as Ryback stumbled to his feet and clumsily began to redress.

Ryback straighened his singlet and tossed Curtis' trunks, pads and boots to him.

Curtis slowly began to redress too, not bothering with the pads.

"You should go padless...suits you," Ryback remarked, "You've got beautiful legs."

"You do like me in short shorts," Curtis grinned, "C'mon...hunk of mine, we should go before we get locked in."

He laced his boots tight and offered his arm to his man. He LOVED being Ryback's arm candy. What a shame Rybaxel was disbanded. Ryback gentlemanly took it and escorted his cute fiance to the locker rooms.

"Where were you? I was worrying!" Cody said, hands on hips.

"Oh...nice to know I exist," Curtis snarked.

"Joseph..." Ryback warned him.

"What happened to you Ryback? Look like you lost a fight with Little Miss Bitchface AJ Lee."

"Blame this one," smirked the Big Guy.

"Oh CURTIS.." Cody grinned from ear to ear, "Where did he have you? Spill the tea. Immediately."

"I've spilled enough," smirked Curtis, indicating his soiled vest.

Ryback facepalmed. This was his cue to go change!

He pushed the locker room door open and headed inside.

"Curtis..." Cody wheedled, "Talk to me girl. What's the sassiness for?"

"I'm always sassy, you know me by now," Curtis folded his arms some more.

"Is it because of Sweet Baby Tom?" asked Cody.

"Sweet Baby Tom?!" Curtis was incredulous.

"It's Stardust's name for him," Cody said, "Are you jealous?"

"Yeah...I am," Curtis admitted after a pregnant pause, "Used to be just me and you. Now with Ambrose, Zayn..Devitt and now Phillips...it's like...you don't have time for me anymore because of...you-know-what...sorry to bring that up but it's how I feel."

"I always have time for my Big Booty Bestie...you were there for me when nobody else was..I never forget," Cody reminded him, "I'm just trying to respect your boundaries. Our friendship almost died over us stepping over the mark."

"It was hot sex," Curtis said, "Or was I so bad you want to obliterate me from your memories? I'm not ashamed Cody. We had a great night. Our fucking partners encouraged us to! Nobody got hurt. Except your strict values. Get over it. We had sex. Get over it Cody. Please?"

Cody scowled and for a horrible moment Curtis thought he'd just put his foot right in it. Great. Post-sex idiocy. But after an awkward silence Cody smiled.

"Yeah. It was good sex. Even if you made me top," he pouted, "If there ever is a next time you can top. Not that there ever will be. As you are engaged. To a hot hunk with an on-point dick game, judging by the amount of jizz stains on that vest."

"Guess what I did? I told him to take out his anger at my cuntbag ex on me...I had the most earth-shattering orgasm..oh my God...I swear the fucking planet actually shook...," sighed Curtis, "Did you see his back?"

"Looks like Joshy's when I've not seen him in ages," Cody grinned, "I need to get my ass to Nashville stat. I'm so frustrated...I can't even finger...I need dick."

"Then don't let me keep you," Curtis smirked, "Ugh I bet Miz will be unbearable now Ziggler 's gone."

"Meh. The big fat mess doesn't even register on my radar. Anyhoo...oops I'm turning into Sami...hehehe...I better hit the road. See you tomorrow. Big Booty Bestie."

With a playful spank on Curtis' tender ass, Cody sashayed away, leaving Curtis looking somewhat pensive. He'd read between the lines somewhere and was picking up some red flags.

---

Dolph Ziggler had been wordless since they'd gotten back to the hotel room. No amount of wheedling from Mike would get him to talk.

Mike was showering and doing his evening ablutions, determined to get his man to talk. Dolph had taken being written off screen for a while pretty badly, even worse than Mike had. In the end the Awesome One had given up and showered alone, leaving Dolph sat moodily on his bed, browsing his phone idly.

Was it something, he Mike had done?

OK picking a fight with Finn Balor at Survivor Series hadn't been the best idea but that was 2 months ago almost now. And up until today they'd been cool. Things had been cool between them.

Mike huffed and turned off the shower before drying himself down. Best to be a touch demure so he pulled on his briefs from his discarded designer suit. Yes and what? He wore a designer suit to and from the arena? He was fancy. Deal with it. You just hate him cos you ain't him.

He climbed onto the bed next to Dolph who barely acknowledged him.

Mike huffed.

He got back to his feet.

He sat at the table at the front of the hotel room and began to splash cologne onto his cheeks and neck.

That was better.

He crawled onto the bed next to his man.

Dolph still stubbornly browsed his phone, face like thunder.

"Nicky...please talk to me. You've not said a word since Raw went off air."

"Whatevs."

Dolph couldn't be less bothered if he tried.

Mike was wounded.

"Fine. What have I done?" he asked.

"Not about you. For once. Pull your head out your fat ass."

Mike was stung.

SLAP.

Dolph fell off the bed, holding his cheek.

"Sorry...sorry sorry..." whimpered Mike, covered his mouth, "Nicky...I'm sorry...are you OK?"

"Fine, for a dude who's just been slapped in the face for no fucking reason," snarled Dolph, "You need to fucking rein in your oestrogen levels man."

"How dare you," snapped Mike, "I'm hurt because you're being a dick to me."

"Grow a set," deadpanned Dolph, "Big fucking deal because I'm not smooching you 24/7. You're a fucking dude, not a chick. Deal with it. Man the fuck up bro."

He climbed back onto the bed and idly continued browsing Twitter.

Mike was hurt.

But he wasn't going to take it lying down.

He snatched Dolph's phone from him.

Dolph huffed through his nose sharply, his mouth pursed.

"I am trying to resist the urge right now to break your fucking jaw Mizanin," he snarled furiously.

"I can break yours right back Nemeth, I'm 230 pounds. Remember that," hissed Mike, "Ha. Surprised, huh? Thought I was too far gone to remember I'm a pro wrestler? Chickification is a FETISH. I'm not a fucking transgender. Just because I like designer labels takes nothing away from my toughness."

"Dudes who legit are tough never refer to it," Dolph snarked.

Mike was angry but fuck was his cock hard. Dolph had no idea just how much this was turning him on!

His briefs were stretched to breaking point.

Angry men. GRRR. Come GET HIM.

"Anyway, you dragged up once, REAL tough," Dolph sneered, "I can't believe I fucked you in a dress. I must have been wasted."

"Felt real enough to me," snapped Mike, "So this is it? We done? Only I need my sleep."

"Yeah, yeah beauty sleep, whatevs. You cake your face in so much makeup that you look like a fucking dummy," snapped Dolph.

Mike suppressed a moan. Come on Dolph! Insult him more! He was enjoying this! He wanted to pin Dolph down, rip off those sweat pants and ride Dolph's cock SO hard, screaming his name.

He licked his lips.

He flashed his pearly whites.

His big blue eyes glittered.

He blew a kiss.

"Think it's fucking funny?!" growled Dolph, losing his temper, "No wonder 90% of the dudes in the back legit can't stand you! You have no fucking idea how to behave in this business! Maybe Devitt was right! You're nothing more than fucking ascended fanboy! JBL clearly knocked zero respect into you."

"Talk to me when you've main evented Wrestlemania Nemeth," Mike sassed, still flashing his seductive smile.

"YOU FUCKING!"

With a bellow of rage Dolph got to his feet. He was so fucking DONE. He shoved his sneakers onto his feet.

"Where you going?!" cried Mike.

"Out."

"You can't fucking leave me here! I've done nothing!"

"Man up, bro."

"Don't you fucking bro me Nicholas Nemeth. i'm your fucking boyfriend."

Mike was on his feet, his briefs tenting with a wet spot. He was pissed off. And HORNY AS FUCK.

"Wah wah," Dolph said, "Maybe we need space."

"Oh just fuck me already," Mike was unable to suppress it any longer.

"Huh?!" Now Dolph was legitimately taken aback.

"You being an asshole to me is turning me on...big time," purred Mike, "All that testosterone just raging inside of you...and nowhere for it to go...don't you want to just blow off Nicky?"

"I want to fucking kick the board of directors in the fucking heads if that's what you mean," snapped Dolph, "Now. Out my way. I need space."

Mike pecked his lips.

"If you need a punchbag, use me," he whined, "Come on Nicky. It's what I'm here for."

"You're fucked up bro," Dolph stated, heading for the door, pulling up his hood.

Unshaven. Hoody. Pissed off.

Oh Mike just wanted Dolph in him like yesterday.

He nipped in front of the door.

"Out my way," Dolph hissed, "Come on."

"You don't need liquor," Mike wheedled, "I'm your boyfriend."

He kissed Dolph tenderly, whining cutely, trying to show how much he loved him.

At last Dolph began to reciprocate.

They just kissed and kissed, Mike making adorable squeaks.

He broke the kiss and pulled Dolph's hood down. He liked Dolph's hair tied back actually. With the roots. Mmmm.

He stroked the handsome face of the blonde.

"I love you," he smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, luvs ya too," Dolph said.

"Just be with me, I can make you feel better," purred Mike, taking his man's hand and leading him to the bed, "Lay down Nicky. Just relax. Let me help."

He unzipped Dolph's navy hoodie and gently helped it off him, along with his pink tee. Mmm. That lean, ripped torso so perfect...

Slowly slowly.

Mike began to kiss down that torso, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Dolph's grey joggers and slowly pulling them down those muscular, slim legs.

Dolph's CK boxer shorts showed signs of a semi. Yes. Mike's plan was working. His ultimate goal? Please his man. Not for his own gain. Even though he was aching for pissed off Dolph to just fuck him.

He paused to plant some kisses on Dolph's pelvis before slowly taking the boxers down and freeing the semi hard cock.

He slowly jerked Dolph off a few times.

"Oh fuck yeah..." Dolph groaned with gratitude. Yeah. He might feel better once he'd shot his nut. He was so fucking pissed off with everything tonight.

Mike had an idea. It wasn't personally what he'd like to do. But it might make his beloved feel real good.

"Nicky?" he purred, jerking gently.

"Mm-hm?"

"Would you like me to pop your cherry?"

"Huh?" Dolph sprung up in alarm.

"Just a thought sweetie? I can show you how good it feels and that I do not fake it."

"It doesn't turn me on bro. I've never wanted to take it up the ass."

"So explain the entrance twerking?"

"I know my audience bro. Gay guys want to fuck me up the bootyhole. So I play suggestive. i got a great ass. I know."

"You have a perfect ass," simpered Mike, "I have topped before."

He cheekily reached between Dolph';s thighs and caressed.

"OH FUCK...OK that feels good..."

"Told ya," Mike grinned, jerking Dolph's cock in one hand and caressing inside his thigh with the other, slowly working up to Dolph's virgin ass. Mike knew that Dolph had the perfect bottom's ass. He was jealous. But then he was not short of compliments on his own curvaceous, luscious booty himself.

"You can eat it but you ain't putting nothing inside my ass!" Dolph panted.

"Open your legs Nicky so I can eat your MAN pussy."

"Don't call it that bro. Please."

"You call mine a pussy."

"Because you asked me too."

Mike helped Dolph kick the sweats and boxers from his ankles along with his white sports socks (Mike sniffed them first. Mmm. Man sweat. Yes so what?) before discarding them.

Now Dolph was ass naked.

"C'mon bro, don't you want to be touched?"

"I'm pleasing you Nicky."

"At least take your panties off."

"They're 2Exist briefs but as you asked so nicely."

Mike peeled his briefs off so his chunky, curvy body was as nude as his man's and he gently lay atop Dolph for some sexy cuddling.

"Mmmhmmm..." giggled Mike, their lips meeting, "Knew you wouldn't stay mad Nicky."

He kneeled up. Dolph went to touch Mike's cock but Mike slapped it away.

"No touchy. Lay back. Enjoy me."

He slowly and sultrily took Dolph's aching cock into his mouth and began to devour it hungrily. Oh fuck. What a hot cocksucker. Every damn time. He began to hungrily fuck Mike's cute chubby face as he started to deepthroat him.

"I'll nut if you carry on...fuck..." he grunted as Mike played with his balls.

Mike was planning to edge him a few times and then finally let Dolph blow a load up his ass. Where else? Hehe.

And sure enough. In the next fifteen minutes Dolph almost exploded twice. He was fucking DESPERATE to just NUT, damnit. Why was Mike torturing him?!

Mike rose to his knees, flashing those pearly whites once more. He LOVED being on top.

His curvy, soft ass brushed Dolph's throbbing member.

"Oh fuck bro...just let me fucking jizz..." groaned Dolph.

"Wait..." giggled Mike. His own cock was dripping too.

"Look...even you wanna nut," Dolph urged.

"I will.." Mike moaned and with a grin of triumph...wriggled and easily sat down on Dolph's hardon. OW. FUCK. Maybe he should have at least fingered himself. He'd gotten lost in the moment.

"OWWWWWW..."

"Slow down bro, you didn't even..."

"S'OK..." moaned Mike, "It goes away soon...ohhh yes Nicky...damn...fuck..."

"I like ya when you're being you and not a chick," Dolph said, thrusting his hips up into the warm, willing sheath around his cock.

"OH YEAH...lay back handsome. I'm gonna make you shoot like you've never shot before," snarled Mike, eyes flashing.

He began to snap his curvy hips back and forth, working his body like a porn star. He was VERY well trained nowadays. Oh yeah! He was one hot fuck and he fucking knew it! You didn't have to be thin to be good in bed! Suck on that Rhodes you sour bitter old spinster!

Dolph grunted loudly and groaned...fuck yeah that was fucking hot! This was why dudes were more fun in bed! Mike was holding his hands behind his head, his rotund hips doing ALL the work.

"Oh yeah...Nicky...fuck me...yeah...good man.." moaned Mike. See, he could turn off his biggest fetish if he wanted.

"You want it?" snarled Dolph.

"I need it...need you!" moaned Mike, unable to stop the cute signature small screams that left his throat...Dolph was SMASHING his g-spot just right! He was getting dangerously close himself...

"Gimme yer hands bro.." spat Dolph between grunts.

Mike grabbed Dolph's hands tight and continued to ride the blonde like it was the one job he was put on this Earth to fucking do! Oh yes. More! He could feel it coming. Oh yes! MORE. More. Harder. Yes. He could feel it bubbling up inside of him...shooting fiery jolts through his thick thighs...yes...yes...oh...yess...oh God...yes...yeah...fuck..

"Fuck bro...damn you're the best fuck in the world...oh fuck...FUCK..." Dolph's voice became a series of snarls, growls and bellows as his delayed orgasm was finally allowed to shoot through his body...just as Mike's thundered out of him...they were going to collide head on.

Both men screamed simulataneously almost as they climaxed within seconds of one another, their locked hands squeezing each other tight. Fuck.

Wow.

Dolph collapsed onto the bed.

Mike fell atop him, stroking the messy golden tresses out of his eyes before passionately uniting their lips once more.

"Wow man...fuck..." panted Dolph.

"You can say that again..." moaned Mike, "Nicky..."

"All the hundreds of times we've fucked bro...that's gotta be..."

"Top three?" gasped Mike.

"Second..." Dolph grunted, "First time was fucking hot."

"This...was better than our first time," Mike moaned, "You are the best I've ever had...best I'll ever have. I love you with all my fucking heart.."

"Love you too Mike..."

The fact that he called Mike by his name and not merely 'bro' as usual meant so much to the Awesome One. He giggled cutely and pecked the love of his life on the lips as they remained in this position to recover from this much-needed sex.

---

Wade Barrett touched down in Orlando that Friday evening. It was good to get two nights off. Which was lucky as Sheamus had decided to organise this dreaded double date at the Kingsland Road for tomorrow. Afternoon.

Bloody Sheamus. Always up for all-afternoon benders.

He took his phone off of Airplane Mode.

Buzz.

Buzz.

Buzz.

From: Fergal

U left yet? :D XXX

From: Fergal

Got such a bollocking in training cos not concentrating LOL xx

From: Fergal

Got some new knickers for tonight ;) xx

A mirror selfie showing off that heavenly ripped body in some skimpy briefs that left nothing to the imagination. Especially that arse. Fuck.

Wade smirked to himself. Yeah he was hitting that. Sorry ladies. He stood smugly by the baggage conveyor and awaited his case.

---

At the Performance Center earlier that day. Training had broken for lunch and Sami Zayn, Adrian Neville and Sami's bestie Finn Balor found a seat to enjoy their sandwiches.

"Billy Gunn absolutely bollocked you mate," Adrian was saying, "Fuck...wouldn't want to piss him off."

"Fergal was too busy imagining bouncing on Wade's dick...amiright?" smirked Sami, patting the Irishman on the head.

"Might have been," Finn grinned, taking a huge bite of his sandwich.

"Jesus..." Adrian sighed, "C'mon mate get a grip..."

"Ben..." Sami side-eyed him hard and that shut him up.

"It's Hideo I feel sorry for," smirked Finn.

"Fergal have you been telling him details again?" Sami scolded.

"I'm sorry...he's always so nice and he always asks how things are going," Finn said innocently, except the glint in his eyes suggested mischief, "Plus it makes the boring journeys more exciting."

When Wade had won the title (and mashed up Ziggler in the process) Finn had had to pause the Network to take care of business...and then call Sami after to squeal like a crazed fangirl about how awesome it was. No wonder he was fidgety today.

"Haven't you got this double date tonight?" asked Adrian.

"Actually it's tomorrow," Finn corrected.

"Oh yes.." Sami said, "Claudio's been such a jealous bitch. I really thought he was above that kind of behaviour. Lost some respect for him to be honest."

Adrian kept his face straight but inside he was celebrating. He knew it was petty but he didn't like that Sami and Cesaro were friendly and exes. But then Finn and Sami had messed about and the former NXT Champion wasn't bothered about that.

"He starts anything," Finn cracked his knuckles, "And I'm breaking his nose."

"And then Sheamus will break you," Adrian said.

"How can you want to punch his adorable face?" Sami grinned.

"Be careful how ya answer that Pac," Finn had a mischievous grin going. Oh God. Adrian needed an equal to save him from the gruesome twosome. Thank GOD Paige wasn't here. He spotted Hideo Itami walk in and hit the vending machine for a salad.

"Kenta..over here mate," Adrian raised his hand.

The Japanese superstar smiled warmly and wandered over.

"You got into trouble," he laughed at Finn.

Finn rested his thumb on his bottom lip in an alarmingly accurate impression of Cody.

"Never mind," Sami said, "Barrett's heading back to Orlando tonight. Fergal's just frustrated aren't you?"

He patted Finn on the head.

Hideo rolled his eyes. Please not again. One of these days he'll tell Finn to shut up about freaking Barrett's dick game. He felt like he himself had slept with Wade and he wasn't even into men!

"What if Barrett doesn't come back for a month? Two months?" teased Adrian.

"Then avoid Fergal like the plague," smirked Sami, "Hideo. Those shorts you wore in that oh-so-adorable selfie. Where can I buy them?"

"Online," smirked Hideo, "And I'm not telling you."

"They look better on him than you Generico," teased Finn.

"Bitch!"

Adrian snorted.

"They're not what old miners would wear," he put in.

Finn grinned.

Hideo snorted.

Sami pouted and huffed.

"Look at the mess you've made Ben," he scolded, snatching the sandwich Adrian was eating, "Ew. Egg salad. Don't come near me until you've brushed your teeth. Anyhoo, Fergal. What time's the fancy man touching down?"

Finn shrugged.

"Whenever he can get away," he said, "Oh. Guess what? I bought new knickers."

"Oh did you now?" grinned Sami, "Wanna show me? After all a bestie has to approve."

"DOn't you bloody dare..." Adrian was mortified.

Finn stood up and lowered his workout shorts. He was sporting tight black and white briefs that only just covered his nether regions.

"Hot," Sami approved immensely.

"They snap open at the front," smirked Finn.

"Won't they be more useful snapping open at the back?" teased Sami.

"I have ones already that do," Finn grinned.

Adrian bashed his head on the table.

Hideo shook his head. He wasn't down with this dirty talk at the table.

"Alright there Pac?" Finn smirked.

"Pull your bloody trousers up!" Adrian spluttered.

"Yeah, not that we don't love your amazing thighs Fergal but Ratchet Skank's about and I'm not having him thirsting all over my falafel," Sami sighed, "BEN! Get a less stinking sandwich!"

Adrian sighed and stomped to the vending machines. Sami picked up the half-eaten egg salad and wandered over to the bins and tossed it in before returning, dusting his hands off.

"Check out my lock screen," Finn smirked.

"Oooh what is it?" Sami peered over his shoulder. It was a black and white backstage photo of Wade from 2014 or 2013, with the Intercontinental title, sat on a wires box with no kneepads. Sami had to admit...yum; "Wow..."

"Yeah. And it's all mine.." Finn purred. Just looking at that photo of Wade was enough to get him a little hot under the collar, "Hideo...look...isn't he dreamy?"

Hideo politely looked over and smiled.

"Very nice," he remarked.

A shadow fell across the table.

"Well well, if it isn't a table of hot guys. Oh and a ginger who doesn't know what personal grooming or dress sense is."

Corey Graves had seen and pounced. He was licking his lips and his intense glare was locked on Finn.

Sami scowled and cracked his knuckles.

"If you don't get the fuck away right now you'll be pissing through a tube," he snarled.

"Hey Devitt, nice briefs," Corey purred, "I've been called up...want to see me out of this dump with a bang? I'll snap those briefs open and suck you dry..."

He licked his lips lasciviously.

Finn looked nauseously.

"Can you not," he hissed.

"Oh we got a fighter," Corey purred, climbing onto the table and getting right in Finn's personal space.

"Touch him and your limbs will be broken," growled Sami menacingly, "What the fuck they calling you up for? Did you let Hayes and Dunn DP you?"

"Ugh please..." groaned FInn.

Hideo just looked confused.

"No I just got in by pure talent," Corey sneered, "I have no wrestling career and yet look, I'm on the main roster before you Zayn. Awww."

"Big deal, what you doing, calling Superstars?" Sami snarked.

"I'm working the preshow actually," Corey announced.

"Whatever, the road agents just needed somewhere new to empty their loads on the long nights on the road," Sami hissed, "Guess you fit the bill."

"Don't be jealous ginger pubes," smirked Corey before laying across the table, "So. Kenta. Devitt. I'm all yours. Your talent turns me on."

"Pity you turn my stomach," Finn sassed.

"Now Barrett's the Intercontinental Champion all of a sudden he gets my ass twitching again," Corey sneered spitefully, "Maybe he'll be first on my list. Not like you're there with him. I'll help him ease the strain of road life. Me and him. Together. Whilst you're stuck here...with ginger pubes and a guy who can barely speak English."

Finn shot to his feet and grabbed the front of Corey's shirt, fuming.

"YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON MY BOYFRIEND AND SO HELP ME GOD I WILL KNEECAP YOU!" he roared.

"Fergal...don't...it's what the dirty piece of trash wants," Sami snarled, grabbing the shaking shoulders of his Irish bestie.

Corey just sneered nastily as he climbed off the table.

"What's going on?" asked Sasha Banks, having heard Finn's voice from halfway down the corridor.

"Some...disgusting...whorebag ..." Finn's voice was shaking he was that angry.

"C'mon.." Sami said, pulling his friend away, "We should let the trash take itself out."

"I'm not finished with this slag...not even started," snarled Finn and he leapt out of Sami's grasp and lunged for Corey, tackling him to the ground, laying into him with his fist, "You are a dirty...moral-less...bitter...past-it...dried-up...OLD...slapper...who's butthurt because the one guy who could stand you...realised what a fucking bastard troll...you..are...and you can't get over it...even if you were the last person in this fucking world...I'd sooner screw a broomstick!"

"Fergal...Fergal...please...stop.." Sami and Sasha went to haul the furious man off of the still-smirking Corey.

"Stop it!" cried Sasha, attempting to grab the flailing limbs.

"BASTARD...FUCKING..."

"Calm down! You're reacting how he wants you to.." Sami hissed, "Hideo! BEN! A little help?"

Hideo instantly ran to scene to help the restrain the fuming Finn. Adrian also ran over the grab the remaining flailing limbs.

Corey just smugly dusted himself down, exhilirated at the drama he'd stirred up. Oh yes. The main roster wouldn't know what's hit them. And he was going to relentlessly pursue Wade. Purely to stick one to Finn of course.

And he couldn't resist sticking the boot in one last time.

"Remember this every time Barrett touches you Devitt," he smirked maliciously, "He shoved it up me before he so much as kissed you."

Finn snapped. He wriggled out of the grasp of all four people holding him back and sprinted for Corey, intending on at the very least to break his nose.

Corey cowardly ran out of the cafeteria, Finn in hot pursuit. Sami began to chase after him.

"Where the hell are you going?" asked Adrian.

"To stop Fergal getting himself fired...WAIT! STOP!"

Sami had already left the cafeteria. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He caught up with the incandescent Irishman and reverse rugby-tackled him to the floor.

"OWW! WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Jesus Fergal will you calm it! It's what he wants! You don't want to get fired do you?"

"I don't give a shit! I want to break his fucking legs!"

"Please...just calm it. Wade's not stupid."

"He shagged him once...me not there...he'll do it again."

"Have more faith in him than that," Sami said, "Ugh..MEN!"

"Maybe I should have gotten a girlfriend," Finn sighed, wiping his brow, "But you can't help who you fall for."

"Good job Wade's on a plane to Orlando, he'll calm you down," Sami said, hugging his fuming friend, "Hey...easy..."

"I did nothing to fucking Keenan and he wants to ruin my life," Finn huffed.

"You could easily take him in a fight," Sami said, "All he's got is his big mouth."

"He split up Corbin and English," Finn snapped, "Corbin didn't mind banging that slag again."

Sasha , Hideo and Adrian had caught them.

"You alright pal?" asked Adrian.

"Fine," snapped Finn.

"What's his problem?" asked Hideo.

"Why would Barrett even LOOK at a ratchet mess like Corey?" Sasha put in, "When he's got male perfection in you?"

"Exactly. As usual The Boss is on point," Sami said.

Adrian facepalmed at Sami using tumblr lingo. It was so not him.

"I'm covered in bruises now, thanks a lot Generico," pouted Finn, rubbing his leg where he'd fell on it.

"Hey, tough love, I had to hurt you because I love ya," Sami grinned, ruffling his hair.

"I might have to strip off, can you help me Sasha?" smirked Finn.

"Oh God..." Adrian was facepalming heavily, "Hideo, I think we should go."

"Sure.." Finn's tag partner and NJPW colleague nodded to follow Adrian back into the canteen.

"Only joking," Finn ;s eyes sparkled with mischeif, "Just wanted to show Mercedes my new knickers."

"Fergal I'm sure she doesn't need to see your booty before lunch..." Sami scolded.

"Oh I'm up for free eye candy. A girl can look if she cannot touch," giggled Sasha.

Finn casually removed his Nike workout tee and his workout shorts, leaving just the snap-on briefs. He looked delicious. And he knew it.

Sasha couldn't help but stare.

So did Sami.

"Yes OK Fergal you look hot," he sighed, "Now quit being thirsty and put your clothes on."

"Why? I'm warm?"

"Oh my...your phone's ringing," Sasha said, the tinny sound of Wade Barrett's theme sounding from inside the canteen.

"Awww bless his little cotton socks with Shamrocks on," teased Sami.

"Bitch," pouted Finn.

Sasha just shook her head and giggled as Finn casually wandered into the canteen in his briefs to answer his phone.

"I have been texting him all day," Finn smirked, as Adrian covered his eyes in embarrassment and Hideo just stared, not knowing quite how to react to this sight at this time of day.

"Young love, isn't it adorable?" simpered Sami, perching oh-so-casually on Adrian's lap.

"Isn't it just. When;s the wedding?" teased Sasha.

"Sooner than you think," giggled Finn, blushing as he picked his ringing phone up, "Heyyy!"

"Alright," came Wade's gruff growl, "I'm at the airport. You at home?"

"Performance Center," Finn positively simpered and then promptly tripped over one of the empty chairs, falling gracelessly flat on his face, his phone flying across the lino.

Howls of laughter sounded from the table.

Sasha took pity and dashed to retrieve the phone as a scarlet-from-head-to-toe Finn picked himself up.

"Whatcha doing down there Fergal?" teased Sami, "Aaaaawwww bless him!"

Finn flipped Sami the bird as he took his phone from Sasha.

Wade was chuckling.

"You fell over again didn't you?"

"Mean. How could you tell?"

"Unless you dropped it in your tea...you clumsy sod."

"Stop it...come to the PC and meet me."

"When does training finish?"

"Four."

"That's bloody ages away!"

"He can sit on your lap Wade! You should see him. Hot new underwear!" catcalled Sami.

"Paige almost invited herself along," Wade said, "Had to tell her to sod off. This double date'll be hard enough."

"Tell me about it, bloody drama queen Cesaro," pouted Finn, "Hey...if it gets boring we could go somewhere else? Right?"

"Sure we can," Wade chuckled, "By the way I've popped by a garage and bought a KITT replica."

"You...WHAT?"

More gruff chuckles.

"Pulling your leg you idiot! Was referring to Ste's new toy."

"What's KITT got to do with Cesaro...oh you mean the DeLorean. He came here in it yesterday. Pretty sweet nick actually."

"Fergal lay across the hood like a grid girl!" chimed in Sami.

"It's true!" put in Sasha.

"Unfortunately it is, I had to take the bloody photos!" Adrian added, "I'll send them to you."

"I'll let you get back to the girls," teased Wade, "See you later love."

"Yeah..." Finn went all shy and cute, "Bye Stuart...love you.." he finished under his breath as he hung up.

Sasha clutched her chest and was the picture of over-dramatic endearment.

Sami clapped with gleee.

Adrian shook his head.

Finn sank into his chair, looking all of a fluster.

"Did you just drop an L bomb?" giggled Sasha.

"No." pouted Finn, scarlet in the face.

"How can you love someone after a month?" asked Hideo.

"Sometimes you just know," Sami shot goo-goo eyes at Adrian.

"Not our place to judge mate," Adrian said.

Hideo downed his water.

"Gonna get back," he said, "Bye everyone.."

He left.

"His English is getting better," Sasha remarked.

"Because Fergal tells him all the juicy details about Wade," teased Sami, ruffling his hapless partner-in-crime's hair, "You're so adorable."

WWENeville another day at the office. wwebalor in his pants, iLikeSamiZayn being head bitch in charge LOL

Adrian took a photo of the table.

"Thank you Ben. I'm Head Bitch In Charge and don't you forget that," teased Sami, "Fergal ...damn girl...your booty game in this picture."

"What picture? Hey! Pac...you're an arse."

"Can we shut up about arses..please!" Adrian sighed.

"So what's in that sandwich?" asked Sami, "It had better not be something that makes your breath stink."

"Wasn't much choice," Adrian said, "Prawn mayo."

"EW.." Sami huffed, "Sasha you got any mints?"

"Life savers." She tossed a half-eaten roll to him.

"Ben. Eat these after you finish that. I am not kissing you when your mouth tastes like Rat Skank's unwashed cock head."

"GROSS!" squealed Sasha.

Finn made a puking gesture.

"Oh Saraya will be so pissed she missed the fun today," Sami said.

"I dread the day we are all on the main roster," Sasha said, "Well mainly you two."

"We will be queen bees by the end of the week," Sami said, an arm around Finn.

"And you got the talent to back it up," Adrian said.

"Anyone even SAYS Mighty Mouse in front of me and teeth will be broken," Sami snarled.

"Hey, I'm cool with whatever I do," Adrian shrugged.

"Well I don't appreciate management throwing shade at your handsome looks Ben," Sami snapped, "You're over as it is."

Buzz buzz.

RealPaigeWWE WWENeville wwebalor iLikeSamiZayn BOYS. Don't make me spank you all.

"Hey..." giggled Finn, pulling Sami up, "Take a photo...pull a moonie!"

"WHAT? Oh GOD!" Adrian bashed his head on the table in dismay.

Sami smirked and stood next to Finn.

"Times like this we need your selfie stick, Fergal," he giggled, lowering his workout shorts to expose his peachy bottom.

"Sasha, do the honours love," Finn tossed his phone to Sasha who gladly snapped them posing cheekily with their bare bottoms out. Well Finn was virtually naked anyway!

wwebalor RealPaigeWWE WWENeville iLikeSamiZayn Go on then, be our guests ;)

"Don't tag me!" Adrian complained.

Bad News Barrett favorited this.

Finn just grinned from ear to ear. Wade was Twitter-stalking him and it just made him go all funny.

RealPaigeWWE wwebalor WWENeville iLikeSamiZayn I'm selling these to Sean Cody. Sorry boys *kiss blow emojis*.

---

It was the warm-down session of training and the last of the boys were doing their stretches as Bill DeMott gruffly told them that today had been a very good day.

Sami was shooting smirks at the adorable sight sat beside the ring.

Wade Barrett had, as promised, driven to the PC from the airport and was currently sat beside the ring, Finn on his lap, the cute Irishman making himself quite comfortable. Not to mention Wade looked damn good. A blue button down, showing off the ripped pecs and rolled up sleeves.

At last, the NXT roster were officially dismissed. Sami hopped off the apron and padded over to where Wade was sat.

"Alright?" Wade nodded.

"Awwww bless him, today tuckered him out," giggled the redhead.

Finn flipped him the bird.

"I was already warmed down anyway so I could sit it out, so NER," he pouted.

"I hear you've been ordering Neville about over what he has for lunch," smirked Wade.

"That boy has SUCH a mouth on him...jeez..." Sami sighed as he gulped his bottle of water, Finn smirking from his vantage point on Wade's lap. And in case anyone was wondering, he was dressed more respectably than at lunch.

"Right," Wade said, "Suppose I better get off...shut the fuck up Zayn."

Sami smirked. Damn. Open goal.

Finn instantly linked his arm in Wade's as the hot Brit and now five-time Intercontinental Champion picked his case up and began to make his way out of the PC.

Adrian wandered over at that point and, almost out of habit these days, took Sami's hand and followed them out.

"We should do a double date instead," he suggested, "Be more fun than listening to Cesaro bitch and moan."

Huge side-eyes from Sami.

"Too bloody right," Wade agreed, "We can discuss the footie, the girls can go discuss makeup."

THUMP.

"OW!" Wade snarled as FInn thumped his arm. HARD.

"Mean. I can still get you into some painful submission holds so watch your gob!" pouted the Irishman.

"Easy Fergal, save the aggression for the bedroom," teased Sami, "Anyhoo Barrett, we'd discuss comic books."

"For hours," Finn chimed in.

"Yes I know, I listened to Jericho's podcast," Wade said, "Poor Neville got a bit left out."

Adrian rolled his eyes. Despite that being mostly an act as he was doing his be-mean-to-Sami-to-get-the-match-of-his-career-out-of-him routine at the time, it was still painful to sit in silence whilst Sami and Jericho fanboyed over Archie Comics, hijacking the podcast altogether!

"Well..looks like I'll see ya round Wade," Adrian offered his hand.

"If the double date sucks tomorrow, I'll call ya for a pint," Wade said, shaking it, "Laters mate."

"Laters."

Sami went to hug his bestie and partner-in-crime.

"If you don't show up to the double date barely walking I will be having words," he teased, "Bye Fergal. Don';t be too rough with him Barrett!"

---

The following day, Cesaro was waiting at the airport, browsing Twitter. He'd seen the tweets with Sami and Finn with their bottoms out. Pathetic. Once more Sami seemed to be ignoring him. What with Barrett and FInn just irritating the fuck out of the Swiss with their sickening displays of affection and now Sami playing little-boy-games once more, Cesaro was pretty pissed off at the moment.

Come the fuck on Sheamus.

HOONKK!

The Swiss looked up to see a sleek, silver Eighties coupe purr to a halt beside the kerb and shut the engine off. The door opened and lifted like a gull's wing and a big, grinning, flame-haired bearded man climbed out, walking towards Cesaro and hugging him manfully.

"Bonjour.." Cesaro purred, despite being pissed at Sheamus buying that damn DeLorean, was thrilled to see him again.

"You talking to me now?" chuckled Sheamus.

"I don't approve," Cesaro said. OK he had to admit in the flesh the DeLorean was a sweet ride.

"The new love of my life," Sheamus smirked, "Hop in."

"And where do I put my case?" Cesaro demanded.

Sheamus led him to the silver car and popped the hood.

"It's rear-engined," he remarked.

"I'm not a total ignoramus," Cesaro corrected him, placing his bag in the front boot of the car and shutting the rather flimsy bonnet.

"Forgive the dents," Sheamus said, "Came to do some rehabbing at the PC yesterday and Paige's boys came out to admire...Devitt did his Max Power girl routine."

Cesaro bit his lip hard, almost coming out with a snarky comment but stopping himself as Sheamus opened and lifted the passenger door.

"Hop in," the Irishman said.

"So when are we meeting them?" asked Cesaro, unable to keep the snark from his heavy accent.

"Now," SHeamus grinned, "Lunchtime drinking. Why not?"

Cesaro rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"You're so stereotypical."

"I'm off work recovering still."

"And what if you fall over?"

"I won't. I'm a big lad Claude. I can handle my beer." Sheamus leaned across the centre console as they waited at a red light to peck Cesaro on the lips.

"What about my luggage?" demanded the Swiss.

"We'll drop it off."

So they took a detour to SHeamus' house to drop off the bags. Cesaro stalked the big Irishman through the door like a hungry cheetah. He had plans. He slammed the front door shut and strode right at Sheamus, booting his bag out the red-haired man's hand and clamping their lips together.

"Easy tiger," chuckled Sheamus, trying not to stumble.

"Take me upstairs," growled Cesaro.

"But what about..."

"They can wait. Probably having a quick one in the bathrooms."

Sheamus tried to ignore the shade. (Ha). Seriously. The whole point of this was to try and make Cesaro and Wade iron out whatever beef they had with each other. They were all supposed to be manly men. Not catty bitches.

"Enough of that," he hissed.

Cesaro just smiled innocently and casually flexed.

And then unbuttoned his jeans, wiggling his muscular hips to shake them down, kicking them off along with his loafers.

He vaulted the wooden banister alarmingly easily and ran up the stairs, his white briefs leaving nothing to the imagination. Yum. Sheamus' eyes were on stalks. OK guess they could make some time..

He followed the horny Swiss up the stairs and into the bedroom, where Cesaro's lips pressed against his once more and he found himself being pulled onto the bed by the very strong man.

"I miss you Stephen," purred Cesaro.

He began to run his hands under Sheamus' green 'Craic dealer' t-shirt and massage that solid, thick torso. Mmmmm. So strong and brutish.

Sheamus ripped it off and went to take Cesaro's chic scarf and red tee off.

"You should wear your specs more often," he remarked, gently taking the Swiss's glasses off. Cesaro only occasionally wore them outside the ring and Sheamus dug them on him. At least he needed them unlike Rhodes and his fake lenseless accessories.

"You like them?" purred Cesaro.

Sheamus just ogled that strong, sinewy, ripped, long body in just fitted Armani briefs. White. That showed the outline of his impressively large cock.

"Take my knickers off then.." snarled Cesaro.

Oh how cute. He pronounced the first 'K' in 'knickers'.

"The first K is silent," chuckled Sheamus.

Cesaro just dry humped him and tightened his arms around Sheamus' back, almost like a submission hold, his eyes flashing.

"Take them off or I break your back."

"Damn, time of the month?"

"Stephen..."

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

Sheamus reached down and whipped those tighty whities down with a flourish. Cesaro opened his legs wider with a series of moans.

"No need to undress," he whimpered, "I just need you."

Sheamus stroked the desperate Swiss' face and pecked his lips.

"Ich liebe dich," whispered Cesaro.

"Love you too," replied Sheamus, reaching under the bed for the lubricant. Best place to keep it. He'd suspected Cesaro would want a good seeing-to before the double date. He kneeled up to at least remove his shorts. And boxers. And tee.

Cesaro's eyes raked him from head to toe.

And the mischeivous hand began to jerk Sheamus off as he uncapped the lube. The flame-haired man grunted in approval at the still-surprisingly delicate touch.

Sheamus slapped Cesaro's hand away and straddled the huge chest.

Cesaro leaned forward and began to suck him off in earnest. Mmm. When was Sheamus back on the main roster? This was not enough, damnit.

Sheamus freed himself from the hot mouth and wriggled down, opening those long, downy legs and kneeling between them.

He gently began to stroke that tight entrance, enjoying the surprisingly fem mewls leaving the big Swiss' throat. Yeah. Good lad. Relax...he uncapped the lube and started to coat himself liberally, before coating two fingers and pushing against the Swiss' perfect, solid ass.

"Ohhh oui...yes..." whined Cesaro.

"You're a randy old bugger.." remarked Sheamus.

SLAP!

"Less of the old!"

Sheamus just chuckled.

Cesaro was tetchy when he was horny.

The Swiss placed his legs on the ivory, brawny shoulders needily. C'mon! Stop teasing him. He'd suffered a flight being stuck amongst screaming kids to get here! Just fuck him damnit!

He cried out as he was penetrated at last, his long arms thrashing feverishly.

"Oh come here..." he whimpered, yanking Sheamus to him and kissing him like his life depended on it.

"We are a tiger today.." snarled Sheamus.

"Kein Sprechen.." growled Cesaro, writhing against him, "Ohh...Ohh...ohh..."

He wrapped his long legs around Sheamus as the Irishman began to slowly and deeply fuck him. This was definitely different from the last time they had sex...rough sex in Kevin Dunn's office. Mmmm. He locked his lips to Sheamus'. His arms locked around the Irishman's neck.

"Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...ohhh,...more...more..."

Sheamus just fucking loved watching big, strong Cesaro turn into a whimpering mess every time they had sex. He bet this is what fueled John Cena's 14 year addiction to Randy Orton. And was kinda what kept his and Wade's brief relationship high voltage. But Cesaro was just so passionate as well animalistic. He was like a drug.

Oh fuck it.

He was going to destroy Cesaro. Dominate him. Even if he was stil mildy scared of that sheer power in his arms.

Cesaro threw his long legs back up, also craving more. He wanted to be pounded. It always started gentle and romantic and ended up rough. But he never wanted it from behind. Or rarely. He liked looking at the redhead he adored. Feel that connection.

"Don't be shy.." he purred, his lip curling.

"You asked for it."

SHeamus folded Cesaro in half and began to really fuck him hard, the headboard crashing against the wall, Cesaro's cries and cusses in French and German were music to his ears. He spanked that muscular arse.

"Oh STEPHEN...dozat again..."

Oh you kinky bitch.

SMACK.

"YES!"

SMACK.

"MORE."

SMACK. SMACK.

Cesaro was so close now. Fuck. He had so much tension bottled up...Barrett's smug-arse face. Crappy booking of him and Tyson. The plastics bitching about him behind their hands. Yuck. Just make him cum Sheamus, please. Please. He was being louder than he'd ever been, wanting to just explode...he needed to cum..

Sheamus had never seen the Swiss so...slutty. And that was saying something. Good job they weren't in a hotel room or at work. He pinned Cesaro's wrists to the bed, letting his powerful hips do all the work.

"Ohh...ohh...fuck...oh fuck...oh God...oh yes...perfect...don't stop...don't stop...don't you dare..."

Cesaro was crying out louder as he could feel it just building up...shooting up his legs...more...yes...oh yes...he was going to...lose control...

He bellowed...no...wait..he fucking screamed and convulsed...his ripped abs and pecs sprayed with white. He'd come so hard he fucking heard himself coming above his own screams.

Sheamus was taken aback. Damn his other half had been tense. FUck. He couldn't stop now...he was close too...with a roar like a chained lion, he drove deep inside the mess of Swiss superman beneath him as he too climaxed.

Wow.

That was what both men needed.

"Stephen..." whimpered Cesaro, voice hoarse, hugging him close.

"Wow...you have to feel better now," whispered Sheamus, his face blotchy pink and pecking Cesaro's lips.

Cesaro nodded.

"You're perfect," he whispered, "I don't want to move."

"You're gonna have to shift yer arse," Sheamus said, "We have to be at the pub."

"Alcoholic."

"Don't sass me you. Move it. I'll scrub your back?"

Cesaro attempted to get to his feet. Badly. He'd been fucked truly. And he felt so satisfied. Now he could see what women meant when men could satisfy them! He didn't think he could ever go back to topping now. Unless to threaten Sheamus with when he stepped out of line. Some might say it was a waste of the inches he packed. But they didn't have the privilege of being on the end of a hot redhaired brute with enchanting eyes. Sheamus just pleased him in every way. He loved the Irishman a lot. He might even get on one knee soon. But he'd wait.

He hobbled out the bedroom to the bathroom, Sheamus following, amused at how bow-legged the big Swiss was. Good boost to the old ego.

"Come in in five minutes," Cesaro said, switching the shower on.

Sheamus understood and politely averted his ears.

---

The Kingsland Road was well within walking distance of Sheamus' house. So Sheamus decided to be a gent. And hold Cesaro's hand all the way. It was a beautiful day (God bless the sunshine state) and Cesaro was in some tight shorts. Mmmm. Sheamus' eyes were everywhere.

One more block.

And there it was.

Literally slap bang between Trader Joe's and a diner.

Dark green exterior, brass lettering, a painted wall sign. And a chalkboard. Like a slab of Ireland between two unmistakeably American slices of bread. The two men went inside. THe place was all motheaten chairs, claret carpet and overvarnished, ancient wood. Perfect. Like a real old man's pub.

Sheamus swaggered to the bar.

"Two Guinnesses," he said. As the drinks were being poured, he scanned the bar. Ahh. You couldn't miss Wade's beard. A corner seat. Finn Balor was sat next to him, cuddled up, looking the picture of happiness. Bless. Sheamus thought them to be a cute couple. Cesaro had better behave. He will get on with Wade if Sheamus had to have him at knifepoint.

"Afternoon lads," Sheamus drawled, sitting down.

"Time do you call this?" Wade smirked, checking his watch.

"Got held up," Sheamus grinned as Cesaro sat down next to him. The Swiss snorted. Wade was wearing Finn's merch tee. And Finn was wearing Wade's. Blech. So showy.

"Going cycling Cesaro?" piped up Finn.

"What?!"

"What's with the tight shorts? Hope you've got knickers on," teased Finn, eyes glinting with mischeif. Last night and this morning. Had been PERFECT. Mindblowing sex. And Wade had actually made him an Irish breakfast. With fucking white pudding. He had died and gone to heaven. So he was going to be a cheeky monkey. He'd already snapchatted cheesy couple selfies to Sami, Hideo, Sasha and Paige.

"Behave," chuckled Wade, ruffling Finn's hair.

"You gonna spank my arse if I don't?" teased Finn, "Hey Sheamus...did he ever do ya an Ulster Fry?"

Cesaro scowled. Oh no. Don't even try fishing you little bitch.

"Why? Did he burn it?" asked Sheamus.

"No it was perfect..." Finn's eyes just sparkled, "Just wondered.."

"I think it's so tacky when people compare relationships," Cesaro cut in, "Don't you Stephen?"

Sheamus side-eyed him. No. Seriously. Was it that tricky to just bloody GET ON like normal blokes? This wasn't meant to be a catty Total Divas drama fest!

"You should be on Total Divas," Wade smirked, Finn's hand locking with his, "C'mon mate, out with it. What crawled up your hairy arse?"

Sheamus sighed. Oh wonderful. He expected better from Wade.

"Some men like ze natural look. Some men like men to be men," Cesaro's voice was laced with malice, "But zats none of my business." He sipped his pint of Guinness.

"What do you call these then?" Finn grinned, indicating his and Wade's facial hair.

"Untrimmed," Cesaro said bitchily.

"Pipe down manbag," Wade growled, cracking his knuckles, "Jesus Ste, did you make his arse bleed or something?!"

"Ew.."

"Lads...lads.." Sheamus tried to keep the peace, before shooting a good-natured smirk at Finn, "I think I got most of the scruff marks from the bonnet after you draped yourself over it the other day."

"I still need to see these Max Power photos," Wade smirked.

"He did it in his wrestling gear," Sheamus grinned, "Ask Adrian Neville for the snaps."

Cesaro made a derisive noise. Bitch, please.

"I would have done it in my knickers but Generico stopped me," Finn smiled.

"You'll be getting me quite the bad reputation," Sheamus chuckled, "Next thing half the roster will be asking to take pictures."

"You are officially a legend for buying that Ste," Wade put in, "You need to lock Swagger in the back at some point. After all Manbag won't mind, they're old mates."

His lip curled. He couldn't help it. Cesaro was being such a bitch that it was hard not to dish some out in return.

Sheamus rolled his eyes. Seriously. Stop it. He was going to wind up bashing heads together.

"Could always drape Miz and Gabriel across it," Cesaro hit back, "Oh. And isn't Corey Graves coming up to do ze pre-shows? Why didn't you make something of that. You looked good together."

"Stop it," snapped Sheamus, "That was out of order."

Wade scowled and cracked his knuckles.

Finn looked INCENSED.

He was about to leap across the table and beat fifty tonnes of shit out of Cesaro . What a shady, shit-stirring bitch.

Wade gripped Finn's arm.

"Don't. Not worth it," he hissed out the side of his mouth.

Finn's lip was pursed as he tapped a text message. He might not be able to say it but he could write it on his phone.

He wrote

'I want to fucking wipe the floor with him. He's a fucking shady bitch cunt.'

He didn't mince his words when he was as pissed off as this.

Wade exhaled.

"So lads...have you eaten?" Sheamus said loudly, "I'm starving."

"I'm sure Wade's eaten some Irish buns today," Cesaro snarked.

"Change your fucking tampon and introduce yer arse to a razor," snarled Finn.

Sheamus facepalmed. Oh God. This was turning ugly very fast. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Sssh..." hissed Wade.

"Well he's doing my head in," spat Finn, "Stuart...we're going. Sorry Sheamus...appreciate the gesture but he's fucking ruining it."

"Just hang on...please? Claude. Gents. Now." barked Sheamus.

Cesaro huffed and got to his feet, stomping towards the gents as Sheamus chivvied him out. Both Wade and Finn's eyes travelled to the way Cesaro's shorts clung to his arse.

"C'mon! Let's go now!" Finn urged.

"Fergal don't be an arse. Sinking to manbag's level."

"But I'm bored..." pouted Finn, "I didn't want to spend our remaining time together stuck in a pub being insulted by a hairy-arsed witch doctor."

Wade snorted. Well that was an original insult at least.

"Don't tell Generico I said that, he still likes Cesaro though he says he lost respect for him...can see why. What a petty bitch. All gob zero trousers. And those tight shorts. Talk about wanting attention."

"Why don't you wear ones like that?" smirked Wade.

"Because I'm classy," Finn pouted.

"But you're not wearing any knickers.." smirked Wade.

"Hehehe..." Finn climbed naughtily onto his lap and began to peck his lips, gazing into his eyes.

---

In the mens' room, Sheamus was pacing the floor.

"Seriously. You knew I organised this so you and Stuey could sort out whatever shit is brewing between the two of you like two fucking MEN! You're behaving like a teenage bloody girl."

"He annoys me," Cesaro said simply, "And as for his toxic little girlfriend.."

"That toxic girlfriend happens to be one of the best wrestlers in the business!" Sheamus barked, "Show some bloody respect!"

"Why? Want a piece of that yourself?" Cesaro rounded on him, "I saw you ogling zat photo he and Sami Zayn took...how Zayn can hate me when he puts it about I dunno...I bet Devitt's sleeping with Kenta behind Barrett's back."

Sheamus facepalmed. Oh BLOODY HELLFIRE. Nothing was going to get through to Cesaro. He was determined to hate Wade (and FInn) and that was that. He could understand why Cesaro didn't like Wade - jealousy- but why Finn? Unless it was jealousy of the time Sheamus and Finn went out for a pint.

"Grow up!" he snapped, "I could be jealous of you and Tyson Kidd...he's very good looking."

"He's also married. His wife manages us in case you forgot! How dare you!" Cesaro spat.

"Well Cody's married. Miz is married..." SHeamus began.

SLAP.

Cesaro had bitch slapped him. And considering his strength. That fucking HURT.

Sheamus stumbled backwards, his cheek stinging like fuck.

"Whatcha do that for?!" he cried.

"Vot you trying to say?! I vould NEVER cheat on you Stephen because I want to...never mind...I love you. I'm not a whore. Unlike most of the other guys here."

"I know...I never said you were..." Sheamus sighed.

"Well think before you speak," Cesaro scolded.

"Well you had better start acting your age and stop picking fights with Stuey," SHeamus ordered.

"Fine," huffed Cesaro.

"Good," Sheamus said. He was sure Cesaro was about to mention...never mind. Leave that alone for the time being. He made his way back over to the table.

"Alright?" Wade remarked.

"Where's Cesaro? Still changing his tampon?" snarked Finn.

"Actually I was seeing what food zey sell," Cesaro put in, sitting down back next to Sheamus. He'd deliberately hitched up the shorts so they showed off his thighs, bulge and arse to perfection.

"I'm gonna get another drink," Finn said, getting to his feet and padding to the bar.

"Some date," Wade remarked, "Manbag. Out with it. What's your problem?"

Cesaro rolled his eyes.

"Ve are not doing zis here," he hissed.

Sheamus kicked his shin under the table.

"OW!"

Wade snorted.

"Let me say it for him," he said, "He reckons the moment his back's turned when you're all healed, Ste...is that I'm gonna try and get on you when it's a load of bollocks. No offence..."

"Whatever," Cesaro huffed, "I see the way you look at him. And you've got darling Prince Devitt on a leash barking at me nicely to throw me off. After all, didn;t you say I stole your boyfriend?!"

"I never said anything like that because I'm not 12!" Wade barked, "Yes. I was pissed off you muscled in. I was injured. Spunked a load to the video you made and at the time found it hot. But I manned up, realised it wasn't gonna work and let you two get on with it and move on. Ste and I work better as mates. I ain't the one with the insecurities here matey."

"I'm insecure? I';m not wearing his merchandise tees and posting sickening selfies all over Twitter and then deleting them once people at work favourite zem!" Cesaro hit back, "Look at him. All over you. Trying to rub Stephen's nose in it. Well guess what. Not gonna work."

"I am still here Claude..." put in Sheamus, "And you know the score."

"Oh so you're taking his side now?!" Cesaro snarled.

"No...I never said! OK you need to get a grip on whatever it is that's bothering you and stop taking it out on Stuey! Immediately."

"And," Wade finished, "Fergal has done nothing to you. You spoke to him like shit."

"Fine. Whatever." Cesaro idly picked up his phone as though nothing said here bothered him one iota. Nobody could make him like Barrett or Balor. And that was that. He was going to just pay them as little attention as possible. At the end of the day Sheamus was HIS and not theirs. They would just have to suck on that.

Finn was carrying four pints over. He';d even paid for one for Cesaro because he was nice like that. Maybe it was respect from the indies..he didn't know. He placed two glasses on the table beside theirs so he didn't spill any and began to dish out drinks. And when he came to the fourth, which was Cesaro's...he just happened to trip.

And Cesaro's black 'PROFESSIONAL' tee was soaked in Guinness.

"Oh my...so sorry mate, you know I'm clumsy...let me dry you off," Finn made a colossal show of attempting to dry him down.

Wade was shaking in silent mirth. Oh you little minx. He saw the glint in Finn's eye as he 'stumbled'. Even though he was naturally clumsy...that was one hundred percent staged.

Sheamus was half amused, half pissed off. He had no time for little-boy games like this and thought Devitt quite frankly needed to grow up. Even though Cesaro was the one causing all the trouble tonight. But on the other hand it might chill Cesaro out. Or make him ten times worse.

Cesaro, incensed, grabbed the front of Finn's Bad News Barrett tee.

"You little shit..." he snarled, "I know you did that on purpose."

"Prove it Pepperoni Nipples," smirked Finn.

Wade snorted.

"Shut up," hissed Sheamus.

"Stephen. We're going. I want to go somewhere vere zere's adults who know how to behave," the Swiss snarled, getting to his feet.

"But I've only just got another drink," Sheamus sighed.

"Get vun at home," Cesaro spat, shooting a look of venom at Finn and an even worse one at Wade. They were DEAD. Wade was going to suffer once they were back on the road. It was like a real life version of the Total Divas Natalya and Summer 'feud'.

"Fergal, get manbag another drink love?" Wade said.

"Spare me," snarled Cesaro.

"Only offering," Wade threw his arms up.

"I don't mind," Finn shot them a cute smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Another Guinness?"

"I'll have a vite vine actually, a bottle," Cesaro gave him the fakest smile back, "Merci."

Finn headed back to the bar.

"I'm going for a slash," Sheamus said, "Try not to kill each other in the meantime? Ta."

He shuffled away, leaving the bitter rivals alone.

Wade wriggled across.

"Ok. Just us now. What's your bloody problem? We used to be solid mates," he said.

"No law says I have to talk to you," Cesaro said, eyes on his phone.

"You're acting like a colossal twat."

"So shoot me Barrett. Hadn't you better go see your boytoy? He's gone five whole minutes without being surgically attached to you."

"OK mate I'm just about done being nice. Carry on and I'm breaking your nose. Take shots at me. FIne, whatever. But Fergal has done fuck-all to you. He doesn't want to shag Ste just because they went out for one drink. Ste and I are MATES. That's all. You can be friends with exes believe it or not.. just because Miz was a prick."

THUMP.

Cesaro thumped the table hard.

Wade raised his eyebrows. Ah. He'd found the Swiss' Achilles heel. Miz had treated Cesaro like proper shit. That had to be hard to deal with. Especially if you're a big strapping Swiss hunk who epitomises masculine sexuality.

"Talk to me mate, I am listening," Wade said, softening his voice.

"What do you care?" snapped Cesaro.

"Remember Miz used to muck about with me for a while," Wade reminded him, "I know what he's like. He uses people. Nobody likes him apart from Ziggler and he's a dick n'all. It's OK to be upset mate. He treated you like absolute horse shit."

"Oh but I'm not allowed to be upset, cos I'm this big, tough superman who's the strongest guy in the company," Cesaro hissed bitterly, "The guys will just think I'm a spineless bitch for getting pissed about it. People have such expectations of me cos of my size and strength."

Wade nodded sympathetically.

"Least you didn't have to fuck a dirty sket just to get your car keys back," he said with distaste.

"Nobody made you fuck him," Cesaro folded his arms.

"It was either that or be stranded. What is your main problem with me? I can't help that Miz was a dick to you. So tell me, what drew you to Miz?"

He had his full-on Bad News smirk going on now.

Cesaro sighed.

"I like chunky guys," he shrugged.

"Ste's muscle, Miz is fat," Wade replied, "Only reason I knocked about with him was to keep Gabriel off my back. Go on mate, spill the beans. Dish the dirt on Miz."

"Gold digging. Weird. Thinks he's a chick.."

Wade snorted.

"Did he get pissed off with ya for wanking him off?"

"All ze time! May as well chop it off and get the transition. Was gonna start calling him Michelle if he carried on. One time...ugh...Swagger and I...we...well...double...penetrated him. He always preferred Swagger anyway. Settled for me. Made that pretty clear. ANd I still had to buy him stupid gifts, work my ass off in bed just to try and keep him from straying and making a total idiot of me. Vich he did anyway. Get comfort from the fact that whenever he was messing vith you, Swagger and I used to have hot rough sex. He took my ass virginity...only been over a decade that I've been waiting..."

Wade raised his eyebrows. This sounded heavy.

"Shit," he breathed, "Have you talked to Ste about all of that?"

"Some of it...maybe we need to have a talk...it still makes me SO angry how I let myself get treated like a bitch for so long. Stephen is the best I've ever had.."

"So why be a dick to me?"

Cesaro blushed a little. Now he truly thought about it he really did look like a catty bitch.

"Thought you might vant to 'reclaim' him."

"I'm a big boy you know," snorted Wade, "I can move on. We were jsut mates with benefits to be honest. Anyway. I might like Irishmen but not yours...oh hello love."

A bottle of cheap chardonnay was slammed in front of Cesaro as Finn returned, slapping a glass beside it.

"Happy?" he snapped, taking his seat back next to Wade and cuddling up.

"Fergal...Finn..." Cesaro began, feeling a bit of a dick now he'd gotten back onto the same page with Wade, "Sorry..."

"Whatever," shrugged Finn, "Can't be arsed with you."

He took a drink from his pint glass.

Cesaro poured some of the wine into his glass. Oh well. Guess he deserved that one.

"You haven't pissed in that wine bottle have you?" Wade asked, "You were ages."

"Generico called," Finn said, "And what makes you think I'd do something like that? Little me?"

He did his Cody impression of thumb on bottom lip and gave Wade big innocent eyes. He was fifty shades of done with this double date and wanted to go home. Preferably the bedroom.

"So have you lot stopped ripping one another's wigs out?" drawled Sheamus, perching back between them, tossing four bags each of crisps and nuts.

"THink so," Wade said.

Finn shrugged.

Cesaro necked his glass of wine.

---

Well the double date hadn't been a complete disaster. But not exactly the success Sheamus had hoped. All this travelling for a couple of hours of bitching, drink-chucking and awkward silences. Sheamus vowed never to engineer situations like this again. He just hoped by the time he returned to work, Wade and Cesaro had fully resolved this petty feud between them. He could cope with Finn and Cesaro hating one another as Finn was in developmental. Ugh all this drama. They say the girls were bad.

At least Wade and Cesaro were talking as opposed to firing shots at each other now. Finn only seemed to speak to Wade. Or occasionally Sheamus. He acted like Cesaro wasn't even there.

---

Later that evening, Wade was putting his feet up at home. It was nice to get a couple of nights off but tomorrow morning it was back on the road. And Monday nights he'd now have to put up with that nasty sket Corey Graves. Bloody great. Not.

Finn appeared, handing him a brew before flopping down next to him.

"Wish I could come on the road with you," he complained, nuzzling his beloved Brit, "Two nights isn't enough."

"Me too, cannot believe they've promoted Graves," Wade huffed, pecking his forehead.

"Gets him off my back but now he's saying he's gonna go after you.." pouted Finn.

Wade snorted. As IF he'd even touch that dirty slapper. Once was more than bad enough. What did people take him for?

"Hey, I wouldn't touch him with somebody else's," he whispered, pecking Finn on the lips, "You're a little worrier aren't you?"

"I'm down here in NXT, you're going all over the country and he's gonna try and grope you...I can't even drive on the left."

"Still not going well?" snorted Wade.

"Dusty's given up teaching me. You could always show me..." Big puppy dog eyes again.

Wade stood up.

"Arms," he said.

Finn raised his eyebrows.

"Arms. Round my neck."

Finn did so.

And Wade heaved him up off the sofa and picked him up bridal style. He did like doing this. PArtly because it made Finn go mushy.

"Oooh we getting masterful?" giggled Finn.

"Anything to stop ya worrying," Wade purred, pecking his lips. It hadn't been a great day if he was honest. But at least he hadn't totally wasted the plane fare and time off.

"Double date was pointless," Finn pouted, "We could have spent the day together instead. Gone to the beach or something."

"Always a next time," Wade smiled, placing him down on the floor once more, "Man..."

He stretched, his tee riding up, flashing those abs.

Finn's eyes hungrily raked that area. And the bulge in Wade's sweatpants.

"I fancy a bath," Wade said, lip curling in his most Bad News style smirk. Show Finn that he could be a romantic bastard.

Finn practically melted.

Wade casually sauntered upstairs and padded into the bathroom before flicking on the taps. He hadn't used this bath in a while. Might as well break it in a bit. It was a king-sized affair after all. He casually took his top off and removed his jeans so he was in just boxers.

Shuffling footfalls behind him.

"Here comes trouble," he chuckled as he clocked FInn, now in just a bathrobe.

"What?" The Irishman looked so mischeivous. He perched on the side of the bath, unsubtly eyeing up Wade's bulge. Mmmm. This morning seemed like a lifetime ago. He was still hungry. Hehehe.

And his robe (or rather Wade's) was open just at the right place and his cock was hard and poking out. Wade just smirked in approval. And that was all for him.

Finn's handsome face bore a lustful expression as Wade turned off the taps and he stood up, undoing the robe, letting it fall. Wade pulled Finn to him and deeply began to devour his lips, Finn whimpering in lust.

"All night," whispered the Brit.

"I can go all night," purred Finn, placing Wade's wandering hand on his solid round arse. Wade smacked it. Finn moaned.

Damn Wade was hard as fuck now.

He leaned against the bath to peel off his boxers and then Finn struck. He pinned Wade to the side of the bath and began to kiss down his neck...his ripped pecs...his solid abs...mmmmm...all this British beef for him.

"Rawr," he purred, shooting naughty eyes up at Wade as he kneeled down.

"The bath.." Wade grunted.

"Bath. Scmath."

Finn began to suck Wade off, his eyes never leaving the Brits as he worked his magic.

"Calm those hormones," growled Wade, forcibly removing the Irish minx from his cock, "ANd get in."

He climbed in to the hot water.
"Bloody hell that's nice..." he groaned.

Finn climbed in front of him, wriggling back and melting into those long, muscular, tattooed arms and moaned in ecstasy. HEAVEN.

"I love you..." he whimpered, "Don't care if it's too early..."

"Good...cos I think I love you too," Wade replied.

"Thank you...you've just made me the happiest guy on the planet..."

Finn's eyes were wet as he leaned around, making cute little kiss-kiss sounds with his mouth. Wade chuckled and pressed his lips to Finn's.

"You must think I'm a right slag for going for Ziggler..." mumbled Finn sadly.

Wade snorted.

"My own bloody fault for not looking under my nose sooner," he said, taking Finn's hand under water, "Have to admit, I'd have loved it if you did. Miz would have been sick as a pig."

Finn hawked up phlegm and spat it in the bath.

"Sorry," he murmured, "I hate Miz for how he treated you and how he is in general. He sucks. Nobody likes him and he reckons he owns the place. Would you really not have been jealous?"

"You really fancy a bit of that bleached blonde pillock still?"

"Hashtag Team Dolfinn," Finn giggled playfully, "No. No. No. I'm not a slag. May have been in the past. How much did you er...know about me before we got together? Before I signed?"

"Just that you were awesome in the ring...wear bloody amazing face and body paint..."

"Nothing about me...and who I slept with.."

"Makes no difference love. Your past."

"Really...oh Stuart...you're just...perfect..."

"Are there many hidden skeletons?"

"No...mostly random indie blokes...you know about Generico and I...first thing I told you...no it's more...er...they called me Claws Devitt."

Wade chuckled. He could totally see why! Little savage in bed, was FInn. Not that he complained.

"Not funny!" pouted Finn, "And they also called me a bunny boiler! Quite a few did actually! Generico, Steen...Kenta...so glad they all signed here because they were the few guys I worked with on the indies and in Japan who totally got me and saw past all the gossip. I partly wanted to sign here because Generico was. And because of you.."

"You fancied me before you signed?" Wade was slightly incredulous, "Bit of a weird reason to go through the rigmarole of a tryout just to get with someone?"

"I have fancied you since the Nexus days," Finn admitted, giggling cutely, "I would have wrestled a 3 hour gauntlet match with thumbtacks, knives and barbed wire just to get anywhere near you...And when you started growing a beard and lost the moppy hair...oh DADDY..."

Suddenly he covered his mouth.

"Bless," chuckled Wade, "Did you have a cheeky wank over me?"

"About a hundred...still had to pinch myself the morning after we first had sex. I still cann't believe I've actually got you. You're even more amazing thatn I dreamed about. I had sex dreams about you...oh God...you must think I'm some crazy fanboy."

"No...sssh.." chuckled Wade, "And you ain't a bunny boiler. You're just passionate. The Irish blood."

"I'd love you to come and meet my family soon," Finn sighed, "They'd all love you."

He leaned forward and pulled the plug out the bath.

"Hey...was just enjoying that!" Wade complained.

"Want to go bed," Finn said.

"You..."

Wade climbed out and was attacked with a towel almost immediately. Awwww. Finn just looked lost in his own world as he meticulously dried Wade's long muscular form down. Wade had said I Love You back. He was SO fucking happy. Nothing could get him down right now.

Wade never thought in a million years that he'd find love quite like this. This boy worshipped the ground he walked on. He was getting used to it now. He didn't want to rush things but he could probably see wedding bells within the next twelve months. Knowing Finn and Sami, they'd probably have a double wedding. In England.

Good job Wade got on very well with Neville really!

He just stood as Finn carefully wrapped the towel around his waist ebfore leaping into his arms, also dry but now sans towel. Hehe.

"Cheeky monkey," growled Wade.

"You know it," giggled Finn.

Good job Wade was strong. He carried the cute minx out the bathroom and into the bedroom, placing him on the bed. He whipped off his towel and lay next to Finn, connecting their lips softly once more, one arm around the Irishman's neck to support him, the other softly caressing inside Finn's ripped thigh.

"Oh Stuart..." whimpered Finn between mewls and kisses, "Just...take me..."

"Easy...sssh..,..relax...all night..." Wade's voice was rough and gravelly and set Finn's skin alight.

"You treat me...ohhhhh...treat...me...so...good...I feel like I'm your princess..."

"None of that girly talk Fergal.."

"Sorry...couldn't think of...ohhhh...shit...fuck...Stuart...you bad man...a better word..."

Wade's fingers had caressed his perineal area just softly enough to send him into a fit of pleasure. Last night had been desperate and rough. This morning, same as both men had woken up with huge hardons that needed getting rid of. Tonight however. Long and slow.

Wade slowly began to wank him off, pecking his neck, letting him mew and whimper.

"Don't...want to...cum..." moaned Finn, "Want you..."

He wriggled around and tried to start jerking Wade off.

Wade attempted to slap his hand away.

But Finn snarled at him.

Whoa.

"Let me please you!" he hissed.

"Ok...Ok..."

"I love you Stuart. it's my job to please my man." He crawled down and began to lick the tip of Wade's cock, pausing to plant kisses on the taller man's abs. Wade growled and grunted in approval, enjoying the body worship he was about to get. Finn took Wade into his mouth once more and began to caress the Brit's thighs, balls...hole...anywhere that was sensitive to truly please him.

"Feel nice?" he asked.

Wade nodded.

Finn just smiled and continued to pleasure him.

"Stop...Fergal...please...don't want to spunk just yet..."

"Wasn't gonna let you anyway hehehe..."

"You monkey."

Finn giggled cutely and rolled off of him, opening his legs and raising them.

Wade knew what the minx wanted now. Naughty boy. He crawled between Finn's open legs and began to rim.
"Ohhhhhh!" whined Finn, thrashing on the bed, "Oh yes! Yes...you're...so...fucking...ohhh!...so good...oh God...you could make me cum...Stuart...darlin...stop..."

Wade looked up at the desperate man.

"Enjoying that?" he growled with a sexily arrogant smirk.

"Too fucking much...you HUNK...take me...please...I need you darlin...need you.."

"Not going anywhere.." smirked Wade, reaching for the lubricant which was exactly where they left it last night. He coated two fingers and stroked that tight hole. He leaned to kiss Finn as he prepped him, Finn's desperate moans and little screams absorbed by Wade's kisses.

He kneeled back to rest those muscular legs on his shoulders as he coated his length. Piece of piss. He leaned forward and into that tight ring of muscle.

"OHH!"

A sharp wail as Finn was penetrated. He was getting noisier, bless him. Wade leaned between those legs, letting them leave his shoulders and wrap possesively around him as he pushed deeper inside the NXT hotshot.

"Oh Stuart..." whimpered Finn in ecstasy.

Wade began to move in and out slowly yet deeply, pushing the Irishman's prostate, causing him to let out mewl after mewl. Finn wasn't holding back in sex anymore. Last night he'd spoken irish from start to finish.

"All...yours..." whined FInn, "Take me..."

He scratched down Wade's back, his eyes flashing with intensity. The Brit was startled. And fucking turned on. What a little vixen. So that's why they called him 'Claws'.

"Fuck yeah..." he snarled, biting Finn's lip as he long fucked him.

"OH!"

Wade hissed as those nails dug even deeper trenches in his back. Fuck yes. Scratch him to buggery. He began to pound Finn who just began to mewl, whimper and cry out in his beautiful muscial brogue. Oh yes. EVery time was the best ever! Every fucking time!

He was writhing with Wade, fucking him right back, showing that he could give as good as he got. Yes. Oh yes. He never wanted this to end! Ever.

"Don't stop...please..." his voice was needy.

"C'mere," Wade snarled and he heaved their bodies up so he was sat up and FInn was astride his lap, legs and arms wrapped tight around him, "Good lad...good lad..."

"Ohh...ohhh...ní le do thoil saoire dom , le do thoil nach saoire dom...!" Finn whimpered, eyes leaking with emotion as his mind was fucking blown, "Grá agat go deo..."

Good job he was slipping into Irish as Wade would run a mile if he'd said it in English. He was needy. But he didn't care. This was too perfect.

"Love you," grunted Wade. The cute whimpers. The Irish language. That BODY. That gorgeous face etched with love for him..that tight, warm heat sheathing him. THe cologne mixed with bubble bath invading his nostrils as he kissed Finn's neck once more.

Finn could feel it shooting through his legs...it was no use...he couldn't take it anymore...he whined and mewed some more...he was going to cum and nothing would stop him...he scratched and clawed viciously into Wade's back as the jolts sizzled through his thighs...his lower back... he threw his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs as warm semen erupited between the two muscular, heaving bodies.

And then Wade was thrown down hard. Whoa.

Finn's face was flushed. He looked beyond sated. But he kept snapping his hips. His body shining in sweat. He was urging Wade to come inside him. He needed it. Even though every time they had sex Wade had done so.

He scratched Wade's chest hard as he continued to ride like it was his job...his ass hurting him but keeping gamely on.

Wade was fucking up into that tight arse. Fuck yes. What a little studmuffin he was. Oh fuck. He was going to...

He roared like a bear as he drove upwards into Finn who clenched tight around him to take everything he offered.

Both men were a mess.

Finn was gasping as he collapsed ontop of his British lover.

"I think...you've made...me...pregnant.." he panted.

"Not funny," Wade gasped, "F'kin'ell...look at the state of me.." He grinned up at the minx who just gave him his cutest smile, "How am I gonna explain this?!"

"Explain what? Hehehe."

"The bloody gouge marks on my back and my chest!"

"I warned you..."

"Didn't think you were that bad. ANd bloody hell you spunked like a hosepipe!"

"Your fault for being wonderful in bed. Hehehehehe."

"Good job you're beautiful."

Finn melted.

"You...just...called me beautiful!"

Bless him.

His eye leaked a single tear.

"Cos you are you soft sod...oh c'mere..."

Sniffle sniffle.

Finn reached for his phone as he snuggled up. ANother couple selfie. And then cheekily he took one of their huddled, battered and naked bodies.

Snapchatted it to Sami with the caption 'Just had the orgasm of my life' and several emojis.

Sami Zayn took a screenshot!

"Hey!" pouted Finn.

"What?" chuckled Wade.

"Generico just screengrabbed us for his wank bank!"

"We're hot, can you blame him?"

SNapchat from Sami Zayn

Sami's face grinning cutely and pulling a thumbs up with the caption 'Keep the baby Fergal' and thumbs up emojis. Only Sami.

iLikeSamiZayn WadeBarrett is a studmuffin who makes my best friend the happiest in the world :D

wwebalor iLikeSamiZayn WadeBarrett *water drop emoji* *guy-guy couple emoji*

RealPaigeWWE wwebalor iLikeSamiZayn WadeBarrett Awwww bless...*hearteye emojis*

wwebalor Love of my life WadeBarrett *heart emojis*

He attached the couple selfie. Not caring who saw it. Or stuck it on tumblr.

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Well. A lot happened here! Yes I know, third chapter in a row that closed with a Finnade smut scene. You're probably beyond sick of Finn/Devitt now! LOL. THat's just how it panned out. I was going to add more double date drama but I realised the word count was already huge! So Cesaro's an insecure whiny bitch with an axe to grind despite Wade repeatedly telling him he's no longer into Sheamus (I mean, c'mon..). Maybe he'll sort his shit out soon. I kinda hope Sheamus comes back soon so I don't have to keep having characters travel back and forth. But there's potential with Cesaro...will he and Sheamus end up with a wedge between them? Will he confront Miz and get his fury off his chest? Much as I'd like to say there'd be a Wade/Sheasaro threeway...I think Finn would break limbs. It will not be a pretty aftermath.

So a bit of Centon drama...awww Randy's a softie really. I'm sure he came back after that Raw went off air. If I've got my facts wrong, oh well, it IS fiction.

I'm gonna come out and say, the Sami/Finn pranks and antics at the WWEPC was my favourite part to write. AND THAT SELFIE THEY TOOK THAT FINN TWEETED WAS ALL KINDS OF CUTENESS. It could have been taken straight from this story!

I had to throw in some Miziggler. It's been a while and I thought with Dolph's screen hiatus...seemed legit. Same with Rybaxel because it had been too long!

So is Coddles chasing 'Sweet Baby' Tom Phillips? Or does he just want to be friends?