Chapter 29
More updates...still got writer's block. THis week I've actually managed to be fully caught up with WWE which is a rarity. I am SO happy #GiveDivasAChance seems to be working. Raw was awesome (even with AJ coming back - ugh) Nikki and Queen Paige SLAYED; Paige vs her GF on Main Event 3 and Her Majesty vs Brie got almost 10 minutes on SD! YAAAAASSSS. And Sasha was at the Smackdown tapings too so you know what that means ;)
Raw had gone off the air in Newark. John Cena was in a foul mood. Tonight, Stephanie McMahon had ripped off his balls, stabbed them with a skewer and held them proudly aloft in front of that rapid Punk-thirsty New Jersey crowd. He hadn;t been prepared for that at all. Management had truly stabbed him in the back. He worked so hard for this damn company and they just had him get buried by a female and the fans had lapped it up.
So basically, John was fuming. And needed to assert his manhood. Fast.
Where the fuck was Randy?
And another thing. For weeks...no scratch that. Months. No. SCRATCH THAT. YEARS; John had let Randy walk all over him and wrap him around his little finger. Yell at him in front of the other guys. Throw a strop because John wouldn't propose to him. Cheat on him with fucking Dave Batista to make a point. Be rude as fuck to female fans. All those times John had to fucking clean up the mess that Randy made. All this time the Massachusetts native had tolerated Orton;s bullshit with a smile and even laughed it off as Randy just being Randy.
But today, March 2, 2015, he';d finally snapped.
And Randy was going to get it.
"ORTON!" he barked to the corridor at large.
No reply.
Apart from a few bemused looks from crew members.
John pulled out his phone and dialled.
"Hey," came Randy's rumble.
"Where the fuck are you?" snarled John, "I'm fucking waiting."
"In the bathroom and no need to speak to me like I;m fucking shit on your shoe," snarled Randy, "I'll be there in two minutes."
"NOW!"
"Don't tell me what to fucking do Cena."
"Grow the fuck up Orton and stop being such an overemotional pussy. It;'s fags like you that America today has gotten too fucking soft."
Dial tone.
Randy had hung up in a rage.
Wow. John had suprised even himself. He was really on one tonight.
Stomping of expensive shoes on lino as Randy approached, dressed to kill in designer jeans and tee, shades and a Louis Vuitton belt.
He stomped right by John with a snarl.
"Excuse me, show me some damn respect Orton," hissed John.
"I'm an overemotional pussy am I?" spat Randy, refusing to look at him and keeping walking.
"Yes. You are. Grow some fucking balls Orton instead a pair of tits."
SLAP.
John was knocked back with one of Randy's killer, learned-from-Cody bitch slaps.
The Viper was apoplectic with fury. How fucking DARE John speak to him like that?! John was the one hurting Randy by refusing to fully commit after fourteen fucking years and just because Stephanie told him what the majority of the fans really thought of him he was taking it out on Randy? Oh no. The Apex Predator was not going to take it lying down.
John snarled like a bear and launched himself at Randy, throwing him hard against the solid wall of the coridor. He clamped his lips on Randy's and began to kiss his face right off furiously. Animilastically. He wanted to fucking make Randy submit. Show Randy who was the boss.
And John found himself stumbling flat onto his enormous backside with a throbbing shiner as Randy responded with his fist.
"Get the fuck off me Cena. Go and lick your wounds somewhere else. I don;t give a shit."
"How you gonna get to the next show Orton? You got here on MY tourbus, remember?"
Growling and muttering, Randy resigned himself to walking in the same direction as John towards the big luxurious bus. John unlocked it and stomped furiously inside. Randy followed him on.
As soon as the door closed, Randy got in John's space. Staring him down. Snorting through his repaired nose.
Eyes flashing.
His veins were boiling with anger.
"You. Are. A. Fucking. Cunt."
"Bring it then Orton."
John was shoved roughly to the left and he collided with the varnished wall of the bus, falling to his knees. Randy stalked him like a lion and pinned him to the floor as the engine started with a growl, causing the whole bus to shake.
"You can never beat me in a fight Cena. You';re nothing but a bitch with big traps."
"WHo;s the fucking bitch in this relationship?"
Randy froze.
John got to his feet and stomped behind the younger man.
"Drop your fucking pants."
He hissed venomously into Randy's ear.
Randy obeyed him. John's voice made his blood run cold and had taken the fight out of him. His jeans and briefs pooled at his tanned ankles.
"Bend over."
Randy did so, supporting himself on the end of the bed. Feeling rather vulnerable.
John slowly ran his finger between Randy's bronze ass cheeks.
Randy whimpered.
He was a fucking pussyboy. And he knew it.
His cock was hard and leaking. Alpha John always turned him on.
"You're so fucking horny yo ass is leaking," snarled John, "Pussy."
"Just fuck me."
Randy peeled his t-shirt off and wriggled out of John's grasp, kicking his loafers off so he was naked except for his socks. He got on all fours. Face down. Ass up. He was the biggest bottom bitch he knew. Except maybe Cody. And did he give a fuck? No.
"FIlm it," he rasped, "Put it on Xtube."
John sneered as he switched his phone to video. He unzipped his khaki shorts to free his hard cock. He spat on his hand a few times to lube up. He made sure to get all of Randy into shot. Especially his ink.
He tossed the phone to Randy.
"Fucking film yoself," he rasped. Pure thuganomics now.
"Yes Johnny."
SMACK!
Randy groaned as John spanked him. Hard.
And again.
And again.
He could see his own face in the phone screen. Wanton lust etched into every pore. What a way to out him and John to the fucking world.
After John gave him six hard whacks on the ass, he backed it up some more.
But John roughly threw him flat on his face. He changed his mind. He wanted to show Randy up for the submissive bitchboy he was.
"Turn over," spat John.
"Yes sir."
John undressed fully so he was as naked as Randy.
He straddled Randy's chest before turning and sitting roughly on the Viper's face. Randy, suffocated by the huge muscular behind, had no choice but to eat the elder man out. John groaned with pleasure. Randy ate ass so fucking good.
Randy was itching to get his eaten but he knew that John called ALL the shots. Fifty Shades Of Cena. Fuck YES.
He continued to rim and please the big hulk. Anything. Anything you say John. Randy gave zero fucks now. A Centon sex tape would be an instant best seller. Break records.
John climbed off, unable to take it. Do this much longer and his bottoming urges would break free. And that was NOT what he wanted tonight. He wanted to make Randy scream his name on video.
"Fuck me..." whimpered Randy.
"What's the fucking magic word Orton?"
"Fuck me...please..."
"Louder. Imma wanna hear beggin'."
"JUST FUCK ME ALREADY CENA DAMNIT!" roared Randy, so much testosterone raging through his body now that he was just about ready to explode. His lust was the most carnal it had ever been. His chest was taut and tender. His cock was solid and weeping. His breath was quick and sharp.
His inner thighs were so sensitive the faintest brush of a hair would probably bring on a huge orgasm.
His asshole was twitching in anticipation.
John climbed off of him.
Randy wriggled back into the doggie position.
"Yeah..." he snarled into the camera, "You just wish you could get what I'm getting.."
He pushed his ass up as high as he could, arching like a true slut. He no longer cared if this went global.
He could feel John teasing his entrance with his barely-lubed cock. Oh JOHN!
He pushed back as John pushed forward.
Randy was not going to be quiet for the camera.
His mouth formed an O of relief and his eyes closed as at LAST he was penetrated. Hard.
"FUCK YES!" he roared.
John smirked.
Yes. Randy was in extra-hungry mode tonight. And he, John, was in extra-Alpha mode. Pissed the fuck off at Stephanie.
He began to fuck Randy like he was a common hustler, snarling through his nose and digging his fingers into those slim hips as he pounded Randy's hungry ass. Randy was cursing and barking his ecstasy to the heavens as he took it like an absolute champ. Oh yes! Make him hurt. Punish him John. He wanted more. MORE! He cried out John's name over and over again.
"I'M...BETTER...oh FUCK YEAH...JUST THERE...BETTER THAN YOUR PLASTIC BELLA WHORE.." Randy screamed, voice dripping with bass and lust.
"You ARE a plastic WHORE..."
John hauled Randy up by his shoulders and then slammed him down flat on his face, pinning him to the bed by his traps and just taking what he damn well wanted, Randy's screams muffled by the duvet and pillows. Fuck yeah. Take it Orton. Fucking take it like a man. John was burning up...his much-needed nut was forcing its way through his body...Randy's hole clenching him so good...yes...oh fuck...c'mon...yeah...fuck yeah...John needed this nut more than he'd ever wanted to in his life...
He roared like a stuck bear as he drove deep into the mass of desperate Orton, his climax tearing through him like a scythe...fuck...oh FUCK...his own roar masking Randy's masculine yet muffled orgasmic scream.
John was completely spent.
He fell atop Randy.
He snatched the phone and tossed it aside.
He pulled out of Randy and fell clumsily onto his back.
Randy ever so slowly climbed up and rolled over too. A large wet patch indicated Randy had come too. Hard.
John;s anger had disappeared. It was now deep inside Randy's ass.
Randy wriggled across, not caring about the obscene sound that just left his body as it betrayed him.
"Johnny.." he breathed...
"Hey," whispered John, "Sorry.."
"What the fuck is there to be sorry about?" whispered Randy, eyes leaking as he peppered the dimpled face with kisses. It was hate and makeup sex rolled into one and he was unusually emotional. This was NOT Randy's usual schtick.
"Love you Johnny," the Viper continued, hugging the hulk close, "Always. Husband of mine."
"I love you too..." hissed John, hating himself.
They shared some deep passionate kisses before John pulled the duvet over their sweaty, soiled bodies.
"So you weren't mad at me.." Randy began, taking John's hand and clasping it. Awwww. He was getting more soft than ever in his old age.
"No...just got a bit...worked up...Steph's promo.."
"She killed it."
"I felt so emasculated Randal."
"She should bury you on TV every week if I get sex like that. Fuck. Johnny the fucking planet shook..."
"I fucked you like a ring rat!"
"I like it rough Johnny. How long you known me?"
"You're supposed to be the big oaf I love despite being the biggest pain in the fucking ass.."
Randy just silenced him with some more kisses.
"Maybe tomorrow you can be the gent..."
"If I haven't torn you in half..." John was making his mind up. Randy's birthday was in a month's time. John knew just the present. If he couldn't propose. He'd do the next best thing. Buy Randy a promise ring. It worked for Rhodes and his little TNA announcer lover after all. Randy had been a lot better behaved since his official screen return. John should give his partner what he wanted. John had another idea. He'd pay a large sum of money to get some photos taken of them. He could buy the snapper's silence easy. And Randy would LOVE that. He'd have a custome phone case made of them. Awwww. Randy's phone case was the official John Cena WWE one after all...
Mike the Miz emerged from the production office, pulling up his trunks. He was taking his split from Dolph a lot better than he thought. Well he WAS the one to end it. And he hadn't been hanging around. He;d just had a reasonably satisfying no-strings backstage fuck. If he paid them enough, any of the guys here...not just wrestlers...would go gay. Mike was getting his dick fix, they were blowing a nut. He'd turned full-blown ratchet hoochie and taken Dean's mantle over as the locker room slut. He didn't care. Someone had to be the company bike.
ANd the guy he'd just had in that office...mmmmmm. His girlfriend would be SO mad. Hehehehe.
"Sup," came the rasping tones of his new BFF, Corey Graves.
"You were right, he is a great fuck," Mike breathed.
"The ones in relationships always are," Corey smirked.
"We should see if any of them are up for a two for the price of one," giggled Mike, linking his arm in Corey's.
"You know, I'm always up for some 'lesbian' fun sometimes, if neither of us can score a cock," purred Corey.
"I'd like that," simpered Mike, "A lot. You don't need to stick your dick in something to have a good time. Though I have topped before. As have you. Hehehehe."
"Only because it was the only way to get him," Corey said.
"Hi boys!" squealed AJ Lee.
The toxic trio group-hugged.
"I am SO glad you're back," Corey said, "Bringing some damn quality to the hot mess of a divas division."
"As long as Paige and Emma are around, it's salvageable," AJ said, "And Charlotte will only add more quality when she gets called up. I busted Plastic Bella's nose though."
"That's a start, couldn't bust her fake tits next time could you?" Corey snickered.
"I've been given her stupid hippy sister for Smackdown," AJ sighed, "Still I can get a reasonable match out of Eva Marie so I'm sure it won't be a total waste of time."
"Funny how Nikki thinks Nattie and Paige are her friends when they love Madusa who HATES her plastic ass," Mike smirked.
AJ and Corey laughed nastily.
Lana walked by at that moment, her stilettos clacking against the lino.
She nodded at them. They all shot her fake-as-fuck smiles back before Mike burst into catty laughter.
"You didn't?" AJ squeaked.
"He did," Corey said, "And she has NO idea."
"Not much to look at but he was smashing me from the back so I didn't complain," Mike said, shrugging.
"Marks out of ten?" Corey asked.
"8," Mike said, "I had to jerk myself to get off. But I'm the first guy he's nailed so I'll let him off. Oh by the way hunty...any luck with All Red Everything's hubby?"
"Nah," sighed Corey, "Still, there's always a next time. Lay on the compliments, ask him for workout tips...I'll get him."
"Hopefully then that red plastic mess will resign," AJ smirked.
"I'm glad you threw Ziggler under a bus," Corey said to Mike who was cleaning the lenses of his sunglasses on his expensive black coat. He loved this look he had. His ring gear, this coat and his shades. It was SO fancy. He'd wear it out on the town. Only replace trunks with tiny briefs. Easy access and he was proud of his thick, chunky yet silken legs.
He had loved Dolph. But since The Incident...Dolph had shown where his loyalties lay. And they weren't with Mike. And once Mike fell out of love...no comebacks. Had he really loved Dolph? Maybe. Proably as much as he 'loved' Cesaro! He'd just found a good dick for a while. Mike was a slut. And damn proud. Who cared if he'd lost the years of Dolph's friendship with it? Corey had his back now. As did AJ. And they were legit indie wrestlers too.
"Too right," AJ put it, "How fucking dare he shade my husband on TV!"
"I know right. I used to respect him until he went there," spat Corey, "Mike, the bigger question is, hunty...now you're single. You gonna finally get Alex Riley in your bed? Him getting all angry with Owens at NXT tapings had me so fucking moist."
"It's not 2010 anymore," giggled AJ, "A-Ry's irrelevant and that feud even more so."
"So? Lexie is still HOT as fuck and I would climb that body all fucking night," Mike sighed, "I've always wanted him in my bed. He can't resist me that much longer...I am such a good fuck. I'll be the best asspussy he's ever had. I thank Bourne slash Sydal for one thing. Turning Lexie into a full time top."
"If he's any good can I have a go?" Corey grinned.
"Course you can hunty, sharing is caring," giggled Mike, placing arms on the shoulders of both his new BFFs. They were the like the anti-Plastics. And it was fucking awesome. Watch out Rhodes. There was a new clique in town.
The weather had slightly improved for Smackdown and Main Event tapings. Wade Barrett was just signing in from a gym workout.
He offered his arm to Finn Balor, who had accompanied him to the tapings. He knew Finn was risking his job by constantly going on the road without working house shows or dark matches but the cute Irishman knew Triple H had his back whatever happened. And he was due to go to Ohio for some NXT shows this week. Word back at the Performance Center was that Cesaro was going to be working some of them. Oh Finn HOPED he'd get the big Swiss. Hehehe.
He nuzzled Wade as the big British Intercontinental Champion sauntered down the corridors towards the locker rooms.
"Is SHE gonna be here?" he asked.
Alicia Fox had been at Raw for the mocking-of-Miz backstage segment. Paige and Cody had worked overtime to keep Finn from ripping her hair out. He was a possessive little spitfire. He did not appreciate Wade being used as a Total Divas prop. At all.
"Fergal..." sighed Wade.
"You could have told me about her before the bloody episode aired," pouted Finn.
"What about the girls you've shagged? Am I jealous of them?" Wade challenged.
"No...but...she..."
"Ssssh..." Wade kissed him to try and placate him, "It's ancient history love."
"As long as that's all it ever will be," Finn murmured, "Or your bollocks will come off." He finished under his breath fiercely. Woe betide ANYONE who cheated on Finn. Bloody retribution was to follow.
Wade heard and gulped. He did love the cute Irishman. But Finn's intensity was sometimes a little overwhelming.
"OH HEYYY!" came a girlish voice. Just leaving the door marked 'female talent'; was the petite magenta-haired figure of NXT Women's Champion, Sasha Banks. Finn's female BFF AKA his fag-hag.
Wade smirked. At least that'll keep Finn out of trouble for a bit.
"SASHA!"
Big hugs.
"Whatcha doing here?" giggled the adorable Irishman.
"Dark match. Against Natalya of all people," Sasha said, "Thought I'd surprise you. Oh hey Wade, looking on point today."
Wade nodded and smirked.
"I promise I'll give him back before the show goes off air," giggled Sasha, "C'mon! I want my lunch."
She hauled him towards Catering and Wade, shaking his head, chuckling, entered the door marked 'Male Talent'.
"Is Generico back yet?" FInn asked.
"Yes he is, he's sending lots of love," Sasha replied, "I have a huge pot of tea to spill."
"Oooh! Tell all the girls...where are they?"
They scanned Catering for the Plastics table.
Paige and Summer were so easy to spot.
So was Cody. In his full costume of course.
And completing the line up was Axel.
Finn hauled Sasha over.
"HEY!" he called out.
"Sasha!" Paige and Summer both leapt out their seats to hug her before ushering them both into seats.
"What you still doing on the road?" Curtis asked.
"He can't prise himself off Barrett's dick?" Cody chimed in.
"Behave!" scolded Paige.
"He's not lying," smirked Finn, "Guess who had sex at the gym?"
"Oh jesus..." Curtis facepalmed.
"Who missed his flight because he wanted morning sex?" Paige was on full 'mum' form today, wagging her black nail-varnished finger at Curtis who looked sheepish.
"Yes so CAN IT, bitch," Cody teased.
Summer just shook her head, smiling. Her low-cut blue dress was chosen specifically for the reason that Paige kept shooting furtive glances at her when she thought the boys weren't looking.
"So Sasha, you were saying you had some tea to spill," Finn said.
"Oooh..." Cody shuffled up closer to Sasha, as did Paige. Summer and Curtis leaned forward.
"I feel mean," Sasha said, "He should probably tell you himself Finny."
"Who?" Finn was bouncing in his seat. You wouldn't think he was the second oldest at 33 on this table.
"Hideo."
"Cut to the good stuff Boss, who's he been riding?" Cody chimed in.
"Was it that obvious?" sighed Sasha.
"Girl. He has a white iPhone," Cody said triumphantly.
"I'm confused..." Sasha said.
FInn, Cody and Curtis all held up their phones. White iPhones. Cody had a gold one.
Paige giggled.
"Allow me," she said, "Gayboys with black iPhones are tops. White or gold iPhones are bottoms."
"Gold means power bottom," Cody grinned, "And cos it's my color."
"Is that even a thing?" Sasha sighed, "I thought it was a tumblr joke."
"I knew Hideo liked boys," FInn giggled, "He denies it but he never stopped asking me about Stuart's bed game. Awwwww...I would."
"Me too," Curtis said, "I haven't been of the Asian persuasion for a while..."
"Back up you thirsty hobags," Cody sassed, "Let the Boss speak."
Sasha was grinning as she tossed back her hair.
"Well, I'm not sure but I've caught him arriving with two different guys and he's sorta run away like he doesn't want to be seen with them.." she said.
"Who? For the love of God..." Finn was on the edge of his seat, "He's my friend, Merc! I knew him first! I should be the one to know the juicy deets."
"Excuse me but as mother of this group I deserve to know," Paige smirked.
"Ladies, ladies," Summer giggled, "Calm your tits and let Sasha finish."
"Well firstly, after TakeoveRival, the day after that is, he arrived with Baron," Sasha whispered.
"Yaaaasssss..." Finn grinned, "One in the eye for Rat Skank. I hope Corbin wore ten condoms though after dipping it in that slag."
"Who was the other one?" asked Paige.
"Now this is steaming hot tea," Sasha said, "As in, yesterday. Tyler."
"Huh?!" Both Cody and Finn said in unison.
"I called that," Paige said triumphantly, "The sassy tweets. Tyler's hung in the front and stacked in the back. Plus I never bought him and CJ's relationship...I think it was just two good mates who got pissed one night and shagged. CJ's a hippie, Tyler's not."
"Really girl? Tyler's been doing the house shows?" Summer put in.
"Tyler IS vers, Generico told me," grinned Finn, "Actually I can totally see him and Hideo being a couple. A bloody hot couple too."
"DOn't go running your mouth," Sasha scolded, "Otherwise I'll get into trouble and so will you. They don't know I know."
Finn had his phone out and was opening Facetime. He HAD to tell Sami. Immediately. While the tea was still hot.
Sami answered.
He was outside in Montreal and it looked snowy and beautiful. A cute woolly beanie hat was perched on his red hair. Was weird seeing him sans-flatcap.
"Oh hey Fergal," he grinned, "Whatcha doing?"
Finn waved at the phone.
"Just chilling at Smackdown tapings, look who's here.."
"Heyy.." Sasha waved too.
"Enjoying your holiday Samuel?" piped up Paige, leaning around to get into shot.
"Sated your thirst yet Saraya?" hit back Sami, "I see you. All those matches with Summer."
"We have another today," Summer added loudly.
"Well keep your hands to yourself girls. The Divas have been given the chance they deserve. Don't you go ruining it by fucking in the ring," Sami smirked.
Paige flipped him off as the boys laughed.
"Sasha has just spilled some amazing tea," Finn said, "You HAVE to know it."
"Ooooh...I'm listening," Sami grinned, "Has Rat Skank been fired yet?"
"Sadly no."
"Has Rat Skank finally prolapsed?"
Nauseous expressions on everyone's faces. Oh Sami. The time off and title loss hadn't waned his sass.
"It's good tea!" Sasha said, "Freshly brewed. Concerning our other top guy. Finny's friend."
"Hideo?"
"Yup," Finn grinned, "He's one of us Generico! He likes lads."
"Well when I saw him post that sexy selfie with his white iPhone my gaydar hit the redline," Sami smirked, "Who's been smashing that hot ass?"
"You don't know he's a bottom..." Summer sighed.
Sami rolled his eyes.
"Tell Summer the iPhone code?" he deadpanned.
"We already did," sighed Finn, "Sasha didn't know it. Can you believe Dat?"
"More than Reigns' promo skills...ooh no he didn't,"giggled Sami, "So Fergal. Tell all."
"Well," Finn said, "Sasha saw him get out of Corbin's car..."
"WHAT?!" cried Sami, before looking over his shoulder in case any passers-by saw him, "But Aiden..."
"He's better off without Aiden, someone less high maintenance," Sasha said, "But there's more...yesterday...please don't go spilling this one...I saw him arrive with Tyler. And they made out in the car."
"WHAT? But CJ? Tyler...what a dirty cheat..hey Cody you're quiet...what do you think?"
"I do not approve," Cody said, shaking his painted head, "I don't see why they're so happy. I thought Breeze and Parker made a nice couple. I don't like cheats."
"Sssh.." Paige gave Cody a reproachful look.
"I need a little chat with both of them," Sami said.
"No...I said don't tell..." Sasha pleaded.
"Anyhoo," Sami said, "It's cute that Hideo's getting action but there's plenty of other hotties out there."
"Maybe he likes Tyler?" Finn shrugged, "Can't help who you fall for."
"No you can't, by the way Fergal, Claudio's gonna be working the Cleveland show. Got the memo today."
"Oh is he now?" Finn's eyes flashed with just a touch of malice and his lip curled.
"Don't start any drama," Sami said.
"Would I do that? See ya later Generico." He waved at the phone before hanging up.
"Don't be a naughty boy," Paige wagged her finger at him, "We've got enough to contend with now little Miss Bitchface is back chucking her weight around...we don't want anyone else on our backs."
"Fox isn't working today is she?" FInn cracked his knuckles.
"She's here but she's not got a match.." Paige said, "Please don't. It was ancient history and she hated doing that episode."
"C'mon Finny, no weave snatching," Sasha said, "Concentrate on how cute it is that Hideo's getting some love."
"Stealing CJ Parker's boyfriend you mean?" Cody cut in, "Nattie hangs out with Breeze a lot. Imma go ask her to dish some dirt."
He got to his feet.
"What have I started?" sighed Sasha.
"Little Cody likes to occupy his time when Munchkin's far away," Paige explained, "Just let him do his thing."
"Munchkin?" Sasha looked confused.
"Mathews," Curtis added.
"Oh...right...actually I'll go with him, Nattie's my opponent so I need to go over spots," Sasha said, "Cody? Wait!"
She caught up with the ravenette as he padded out of Catering.
"I'm not angry with you," Cody said, "I'm angry at blatant cheating on Breeze's part. I hate sluts and cheaters, Sasha. Much as I respect Itami. He can only just speak English and Breeze is using him to get some kicks."
"You can't be everyone's guardian angel," Sasha said.
"I want to be," Cody sighed, "Nice people in the biz deserve happiness. Pro Wrestling is full of users and backstabbers. I used to think Big Fat Mess was a good friend. Turns out he helped get Joshy fired."
"Who's Big Fat Mess? Sorry the nicknames have lost me.."
"Miz."
"Ah. I don't like him. He's such an attention whore."
"He's a whore full stop. He's had Joshy, Wade, CesarHo, Swagger, Ziggler...and probably more besides. And he's so blatant about it. Dean was a whore but it's because he was insecure and just mixed with the wrong crowd."
"Why is that different? Maybe Miz has low self esteem?"
"I doubt it. He thinks he's God's gift to the industry cos he was on a reality show, was WWE Champ and bagged a hot wife. And BIG DEAL, he got hazed a bit. I did in OVW cos of my last name. I don't act like I've been to war. I mostly hate him for how he treated Joshy though."
"He's besties with Corey now. They tweet each other all the time."
"Scum attracts scum. There's Nattie. And UGH CesarHo."
"Hi Nattie," Sasha raised her voice, "Want to go through some spots?"
"Sure," the blonde girl replied, "If you don't mind TJ and Cesaro being around..oh hi Codes."
Cody waved adorably at her.
"No time for small talk Nattie," he said, "Breeze. Has he mentioned his relationship with Parker at all?"
"Sometimes," Nattie said confused, "Why?"
"Er..." Sasha said hurriedly, "Parker was acting funny that's all.."
"I hope this isn't some high school game," Nattie said, "But yes. Tyler has someone else. A side piece. I don't agree with that but it's not my place."
Cody bit his tongue. Nattie did have a way of talking that could make one feel guilty. Maybe it was the long wrestling heritage that shone from her. She was a figure who commanded respect.
"Is this more gossip? You should publish a newsletter man," Tyson grinned, "I can't keep up."
"Dean and I were thinking about starting our own dirtsheet," Cody giggled naughtily, "Be an interesting read. Like when superstars lust after married men."
Awkward laughter.
Cesaro was fuming. That little painted, catsuited punk needed a good kicking. Such a shady bitch. The Swiss HATED that Balor was here too. His life was officially hell at the moment. And Tyson looked DAMN HOT in that tight grey hoodie. Dat ass...
"You're a real one," laughed Nattie, patting Cody on his shaved head, "Maybe we can do cocktails and Brie Mode one night this week."
"I'd like that," Cody smiled, "Feel free to invite TJ. Get him in on the gossip. hehehehe."
"I'm fine...thanks man," Tyson grinned.
"We gonna go do spots then Sasha?" Nattie said.
"Take TJ with you," Cody said, "Miz will be on the prowl."
"But isn't he dating Ziggler?" Tyson asked.
"Get with the times TJ," sassed Cody, "They broke up like over a week ago. He's BFF with CrayJ and Corey. Just keep your dick well protected. Wear ten cups if you have to. After all, he had JJ Bella...ooooopssie."
"WHAT?" gasped Nattie.
"Zit's true," put iN Cesaro.
"Wait you knew about that? Do Nicole and Brianna know?!" Nattie cried.
"Paige told me," Cesaro said, "And I used to date Miz remember? Nothing surprises me about him."
"Man that's fucked up," Tyson remarked, "Can't gay guys settle down at all? What's the point of fighting for gay marriage when most of them just screw anything in pants?"
Cody put his arm around Tyson much like he did to interviewers.
"Tyson...TJ...Kidd...Teddy...hehe," he said, "I have been thinking that for years. I might have been around the block a few hundred times. I can proudly say that every man who's had the privilege of being inside this booty has been at least out the closet."
As far as he knew. Some of his past conquests might have been married. Cody had never been one for post-fuck conversations in his slutty days.
Tyson wriggled away, uncomfortable.
"Quit that," he huffed, dusting his shoulder down, "You're married."
"Bearded."
"Whatever. You don't have to go touching everyone."
"TJ, TJ," Cody sighed, "You're a legit awesome worker. With killer cum gutters. But I am not, and never will be, interested in you. You're quite safe. And anyway. Why would you downgrade to me when you have a beautiful wife."
"Smarm," snarked Cesaro.
"Good save," Nattie laughed, "Loosen up TJ, how long have you known Codes? He's a law unto himself."
"What the hell are cum gutters...oh scratch that I don't want to know," groaned Tyson as Cody laughed his eerie high-pitched Stardust laugh.
"Hiplines, TJ," Nattie explained, "I know the gay lingo."
"It's weird Nat," complained Tyson.
"C'mon Sasha," NAttie said, ushering the young NXT Women's Champion forward, "Laters Codes. Let me know what's good for Brie Mode night."
"Will do..." Cody waved cutely before standing in front of Cesaro, folding his suited arms.
"Out my way," barked the Swiss.
"No. He is a married man and you're not getting any of that," snarled Cody.
"It is none of your business."
"It is because Nattie is a friend. You are not wrecking a solid marriage to blow your forbidden fruit load. Watch some married guy Xtube videos or something."
"Who are you anyway?" Cesaro hissed, getting in his face, "Vot gives you ze say on vot others do with their bodies?! How's your vyfe getting on?"
"How's Sheamus?" shot back Cody.
"I vill hurt you.."
"Try it."
"Problem Codes?" came the Irish burr of Finn.
Oh GREAT. Just when Cesaro thought things couldn't get any worse.
"Yes. Thirsty bitches," Cody snarled.
"Go back to NXT you little shit-stirring prick," spat Cesaro.
"Not very nice Castignioli," Finn sneered, "I'm just helping out my friend whom you seem to have an issue with?"
He too, got in the big Swiss' face.
"You two little bitches haff nothing better to do than act like school children. Sad," Cesaro spat.
"Oh snap. That's the most over guy in this company probably you just dragged," Cody crossed his arms, "And we don't like people who show no respect. You could only wish to be as over as Finn."
"Yeah. The boss dragged your basic hairy arse on Stone Cold's podcast," Finn added, "That had to have hurt."
"And yet Triple H praised Finn when he did Stone Cold's cast," Cody had his arm around his Irish friend, "Poor Cesaro."
"Who has gold at the moment?" Cesaro hoisted up his title.
"Meh, I've held that a few times, it's OK I guess," Cody sneered, "If the rest of your career has sucked up until now that is."
Finn snorted maliciously.
"Plus, getting dumped by a piece of trash like Miz...talk about an ego blow," he smirked.
Cesaro was finding it harder and harder to not be intimidated by them. He thought they were just high school cheerleaders in muscular male wrestler bodies. He didn't give a fuck about Balor's illustrious career in Japan or about Cody's last name. But they were really starting to get under his skin.
"Buried by Vince, dumped by Miz, you can't sink much lower," Cody hissed, exchanging a truly catty stank-face with Finn.
"If it was me I'd beg to be released," the Irishman added.
Cesaro's eyes stung. He was the fucking strongest man in this company! He could break both of these nasty little bitches single handed! Why wasn't he kicking both their smug little faces in?!
"And he can't even be bothered to shave his bussy," Cody walked behind Cesaro, snapping the big Swiss' trunks against his waist, "Sheamus must enjoy flossing with ass hair and cling-ons."
"Ick. But hey, whatever floats ya boat and all that," Finn finished, "See you in Cleveland Cesar-Ho."
"Have fun jobbing sweetie," Cody blew a kiss at him before he and FInn walked away laughing nastily, pleased with their handiwork.
As soon as the bullies were out of earshot, Cesaro snapped.
Letting out a furious roar of rage, he began to kick ten tonnes of shit out of the nearest wires box, cursing in a combo of French, German and English, letting out all his pent-up frustration. How fucking dare they pick on him! He had been well and truly humiliated. And he also knew that both of them were untouchable and it made it hurt all the more. Finn was protected by his popularity and Triple H. Cody's dad and brother both worked behind the scenes actively as well as in Goldust's case, on camera too.
He sank to the floor and began to sob hoarsely.
"Stephen..." he mumbled in anguish.
"What's the matter man?" came a very SOuthern accent.
Cesaro looked up, red-eyed at the short goatee'd figure of Jamie Noble. Well anyone to talk to who wasn't a fucking Plastic right now. He swore they seemed to run the show these days. Everywhere you looked, there was a Plastic. Or one of their hangers-on. ANd Jamie was also a road agent.
"Nothing," mumbled the Swiss, getting to his feet.
"You look pretty shook up," Jamie remarked.
Should Cesaro tell someone? On one hand it was good to talk. But on the other, he didn't want to be thought of as a sissy. Especially with HIS size and strength.
But right now, without Cena to have his back, Cesaro didn't give a fuck. He couldn't tell Tyson because the reason Cody and Finn picked on him was because of his lust for the Canadian.
"Let me get ya some water," Jamie said, "You can';t work a show in this state man. Is it bad news from home?"
Cesaro shook his head as the short suited man went to grab a water bottle. When Jamie returned the Swiss took it and gulped needily.
"Wanna tell me what's going on?" asked Jamie.
"Spread zis and I'm going to Talent Relations," snarled Cesaro, "But...did you know Balor is here ven he shouldn't be?"
"I heard but can't see a problem - the guy is employed by WWE," Jamie shrugged.
Cesaro realised what a baby he must sound like. 'Mr Noble, help me, the NXT stars are being meanies'! Pathetic.
Jamie could see the problem written all over Cesaro's face. He'd seen plenty of backstage politics in his time. And the effects of said politics.
"Listen, I know it';s shit what the boss said but you're doing OK...you're pretty over and you've got gold," he said.
"Vye does Rhodes think he can go round running his mouth?! Anyone else acts like zat zey get fired!" erupted the Swiss.
Jamie rolled his eyes.
"You can't seriously be letting the Plastics get to you? High school kids games! Ignore them! You're a big enough guy. If you don't stand up to them they will make complete mincemeat of you and it's RIP career. Ask Joey. He made their stupid Mean Girls Slam Book they used to have! We can always hold Wrestlers' Court if ya want."
"No...don't vant a big deal...or McMahon finding out," Cesaro hissed.
"I'm just saying as a long-term employee," Jamie assured him, "Rhodes and his cronies have run the locker room for years, pretty much since the kid debuted. Nothing we can do about it, they always get their way because he knows the biz inside and out, and he knows the right ears to whisper in. It's either man up or resign, man. They'll find a new target soon. I wouldn't cut yourself about it."
He rubbed the thick shoulders as a small means of sympathy.
Cesaro gave him a small smile. Well this could have been worse. Jamie was a decent guy. Not to mention cute.
No Cesaro. Don';t even go there.
But hey, he told himself. A distraction would be perfect.
If the Plastics got wind of THAT then he'd be nailed to the cross for good. But actually...fuck them. Give them something to bitch about. Not like they had anything better to do. Sad fucks. He leaned down towards Jamie who looked taken aback.
"Whatya doing?!"
"Ssssh..." purred the Swiss, seductively and gently pressed his lips to the former cruiserweight's.
Jamie didn't know what the hell to do but something made him kiss Cesaro back. He'd never messed with guys before but he'd seen enough gay shenanigans backstage to fill a book. And damn Cesaro was a hypnotically good kisser. And his cologne smelled good.
Cesaro lifted the small man onto the wires box and continued to make out with him. He was angry and missed Sheamus. But why was he fucking kissing a veteran like Noble who wasn't even fucking GAY?! All the testosterone in the air backstage made everyone go crazy. No wonder so much cheating and debauchery went on here. What happens on the road, stays on the road, right? And Cesaro just wanted some attention.
Hey. At least Jamie was avaiable. Unlike Tyson. And wasn't an ex of Ambrose or Miz.
"Damn," gasped Jamie as the Swiss broke the kisses at last. He was hard. After being made out with by a fucking GUY. This was wild.
"You're a very good kisser," Cesaro purred, "And I see you like it."
"Dunno, probably just frustrated," Jamie tried to laugh it off.
"Vant to come back to my hotel after the show?" asked Cesaro, "I can show you a good time. And I won't tell anyone."
Jamie had a very cute butt under those suit pants.
Cesaro remembered watching his matches. He was damn good in the squared circle.
"Just kiss me again man," Jamie whimpered, all these new feelings exploding inside him.
Cesaro chuckled and began to make out with him once more.
Further down the corridor, Natalya froze.
"What the...!" She gasped.
"What's the matter Nat?" Tyson paused to.
"Look!" She pointed to Cesaro and the noticeably-shorter one half of J&J Security making out.
Tyson's jaw hit the floor.
"Jesus...this company is getting more fucked up by the day!" he cried, "Seriously?! Why is the whole fucking world going GAY?!"
"We should go Teej," Nattie sighed, "We shouldn't be spying."
"That's our tag partner Nat!" Tyson cried, "I'm gonna stop this. Jesus..."
He stomped towards Cesaro and Jamie who were getting quite heated, the shorter man grinding against the big Swiss stud.
Tyson cleared his throat.
They flew apart.
Jamie went scarlet.
Cesaro's expression was priceless.
It was half annoyed, half horrified. Of all the people to fucking see them...! Someone had put a curse on him, he was sure. Today was just going from bad to worse.
"Sorry man, was I interrupting?" snarked Tyson.
"IgottafindMercury," garbled Jamie, sprinting away, tucking his white shirt back into his suit trousers.
"TJ...I can explain," Cesaro spluttered.
"Listen man," Tyson raised his hands, "I don't care who you like to fuck. Just don't jeopardise our push...wait a minute? Is that why we have the belts?! Because you've been fucking Noble on the side?"
He was incensed.
"No! It just happened...he came to talk to me..."
"And you decided to stick your tongue down his throat?!"
"No..."
Cesaro didn't care. His bad luck capacity had been stuffed to breaking point and he'd just lost the will tos ave face now.
"I had a run in with Rhodes and zen Balor came and stuck the knife in," he admitted, "Zey were fucking cunts, TJ."
"C'mon man," Tyson said, "You're better than that petty schoolyard shit. You could break both of them in half."
"Zey were being really nasty. Wouldn't let me speak. And then Jamie came by and I just...dunno why I did it. But it took my mind off of...stuff for a bit."
"Listen man I know you must miss Sheamus but don't muck about," Tyson said, "We've worked our asses off for these titles. Let's not ruin it over some cheap backstage sex. Just keep away from The Plastics. I can't keep Nat away but they'll know if they fuck with her, the entire Hart family will be after their blood."
"I don';t get vye fucking Balor is even HERE," erupted Cesaro, "Just because he's so fucking insecure he thinks Vade will go porking Alicia behind his back or something. He's a bunny boiler."
"Just rise above it man," Tyson went on, "You're working him when NXT are in Ohio later in the week, right? Just work stiff on his ass. Make him bump a bit harder. Teach him a lesson that way."
"Can;t, he'll only go snitching to Triple H," Cesaro huffed.
Tyson shook his head. It really was like grade school backstage sometimes. He was so much better off out of the toxic gossip loop. He wasn't keen on Nattie being pally with the Queen Bees Paige and Cody plus all their cronies like Summer, Emma, Ambrose and Axel but he wasn't about to tell his wife who she couldn't and could be friends with.
Brie and Nikki Bella, Paige and AJ had just gotten backstage after a lengthy match.
"So proud of you Brizee," Nikki hugged her sister.
"Thanks Coco," Brie replied.
AJ yawned mockingly.
"I carried you Hippie Bella," she deadpanned, "But then neither of you were blessed with brains really."
"Haven't you got something more important to do your Majesty? Like go and admire yourself in a mirror?" Paige snarked.
"Oh Paige, we could be friends if you didn't sell out to team Total Bimbo," AJ sneered, "Still. I'll let you off as talent cannot be sexually transmitted. Funny how it took me to get you this extra time Bellas, so I expect at least a thank you. It is an honour for you to even set foot in the same ring as me."
Nikki and Brie both curtseyed sarcastically, as did Paige.
"ANyway," AJ went on, "You're all just props, making way for my Mania match with Stephanie which really, is the only things real wrestling fans want to see. They never cared for you Brie, you got no reaction - it was all for Boss Lady."
Brie rolled her eyes.
"C'mon Nicole, haven't we got something more interesting to do? Like watch some paint try?" she snarked.
"Sure," her twin replied, following her away, making sure to hit AJ with her immaculately-set ponytail as they left.
"Do you like the sound of your own voice or something?" Paige remarked to AJ.
"Have you dumped that bloodsucking Big Bird yet?" AJ replied, not even looking at her.
"You used to be nice..." Paige sighed. She was TRYING to not let the little bully get to her. She didn't know that Cody and Finn had acted ten times worse than AJ towards Cesaro yet.
"Nice girls finish last Paige," AJ said, "I'd respect you more if you just cut ties with your little queer club and airheaded plastic mannequins, oh and the Total Divas too. You're supposed to be from this great wrestling family. I expected more from you."
"You can't tell me who I can and can';t be friends with you smug little cow," snarled Paige.
"You love me really PAige," smirked AJ, enjoying herself enormously, "C'mon. Just give in and let's be friends. We could run this division, kick ass and take names."
"No thanks. I came here to live my dream not ride my crybaby husband's coat-tails, steal my idol's man and generally role-play Libby Chessler from Sabrina the Teenage Witch at work," Paige was turning on her heel, tossing back her straight, raven locks, having had enough of the irritating little girl for today.
She stomped back into Catering, where just Finn and Cody remained - Curtis was recording his video segment, whilst Summer too, was recording hers.
"Hey cuties, whatcha doing?" she sank into a seat.
"Just discussing Gotham and how frustrating it is," Cody explained.
"Where's Sasha?" asked Paige.
"Hanging out with Nattie," Finn said.
"OK, spill," Paige said. She'd been picking up the vibes from her boys. GUilt was written all over their cute little faces.
"Nothing to spill," Cody avoided her eyes.
Finn took Cody's wrist.
"We can't lie to her," he sighed.
"But he deserved it, trying to split up Nattie's marriage!" spluttered Cody.
"What have you boys been doing? Out with it before I put both of you in PTOs!"
"We might have gone a bit too Heathers on Cesaro's ungroomed ass," Cody mumbled.
"It was funny though, did you see his face? He shat a load in his knickers! Oh it was hilarious!" giggled Finn.
"Oh boys..." Paige sighed, "I'm sure Nattie would appreciate you defending the sancitity of her marriage but don't make trouble...please..not with Her Royal Shortness running her big trap.."
"Speaking of CrayJ, Brie SLAYED her no-good skinny bitch ass," Cody said, "DeeBee should be real proud of his wife. Oh I get to attack him."
"And did you get any tea on Tyler?" Paige asked.
"Oooh. Yes," Cody said excitedly, "Nattie knew. Said she doesn't agree with it but it's not her business."
"Take her advice gurl," Finn said, his accent making the 'gurl' sound so cute, "If he's happier with Hideo than dreadlocks, then it's his business. C'mon, Hideo's straight-up gorge. If you were single and a top...you would..."
"Anyone would think you fancied him yourself! Whatever would Wade say?" teased Paige.
"Please. Find a better top than my wonderful and perfect Manc and I'll give up wrestling for good," Finn sighed, eyes sparkling at the mere thought of Wade, "Anyhoo...I can't wait to make Basicaro suffer legitimately in Ohio. He will wish he'd never met me. And he'll wish he never decided to use Sami as a fleshlight substitute. I hope he douched his hole good and proper after that. Ick."
"Some body hair is hot, Joshy hasn't waxed in almost a year," Cody said, "He shaves his hole, obviously. Anyhoo...hehehe...Sami's got hair."
"Not on his arse," FInn said.
"You know way too much," Paige sighed.
Buzz Buzz.
Finn checked his phone.
From: El Generico
Fergal Devitt I need a word with you *angry emoji*.
Tappity tap tap tap tap.
To: El Generico
Why? Is Hideo mad at me *monkey with hands over mouth emoji* *wink emoji*
His phone started ringing. Not a Facetime request.
"Hey..." Finn had a naughty little smile on his face.
"Fergal. What have you been doing? I've just seen Claudio's twitter. He's thrown some pretty big shade at you. And Coddles. What's gone down?"
"What's the basic Swiss gorilla been saying?" sighed Finn, a major stank-face now going on.
"Firstly we had 'You can't hide a toxic bitch with body paint' and then 'Funny how Prince equals asshole in wrestling'. Don't go looking for the tweets Fergal, he deleted them."
Finn was too busy snorting at Cesaro's pathetic attempts at shade.
"What did he say? Screenshots or it didn't happen?"
"I did. Fergal, I know what Claudio did to me was cunty, but it's the past. Don't go wrecking your career. He's not worth it. You're better than that. So is Coddles."
"I miss you," pouted Finn, "I have Sasha but I miss my bestie."
Cody was served SO MANY him and Josh teas at that moment that he was knocked for six. Paige patted Finn on the head.
"I'll be back for the Ohio shows and we can go slay together," Sami said, "Obviously Ben and I need plenty of catchup. Speaking of which, is he behaving himself. He won't tell me if he hasn't so I'll ask you."
"Nope. Chilled and his cool self," Finn said, "And I swear on my mammy's life about it. It's been me, him, Enzo and Cass. Enzo has gotten the most ridiculous beard though. I swear he and Big Cass are shagging. I've been trying to catch them out but so far like nada. Oh by the way Saraya and Summer had a very sexy match on Main Event. Hehehehehe."
Paige thumped the cheeky little devil's arm.
"I hope you scalped her for being a thirsty mess...and if you haven't, more fun for me when I get back," Sami giggled, "Anyhoo, just be a good boy whilst you're playing with the big kids Fergal, or I'll have to give you a spanking when I get back. I might have to tell Barrett to hide the lube if you get too bitchy. Hehehehe. Love ya and see ya soon."
"Laters Generico..mwah."
He hung up.
Buzz buzz.
Sami had sent the screengrabs of Cesaro's tweets.
WWECesaro You can't polish a turd with body paint *nail varnishing emojis*
WWECesaro Funny how Prince = asshole in wrestling #justsaying
Finn snorted. Oh please. He'd been called worse by the Performance Center trainers!
He showed Cody.
"Aww bless him he tries," Cody smirked.
"We'll show that basic bitch how shading is truly done," Finn giggled.
"Boys..." Paige warned them, "Don't make me confiscate your phones!"
wwebalor The boss hates you, the office bike dumped you & you could plait your arse hair. #GiveItUpBasicBitch
StardustWWE tOugh wHeN vAlEt Is MoRe OvEr ThAn U #STardustStumper*eye emoji* *nail paint emojis*
Paige saw their tweets flash up. Finn's to her was the most shady. She thought Cody, the self-proclaimed shade queen, could do better than that.
"Little Cody must be losing his touch," she remarked, "Valet is more over? You could be talking about Rusev."
"That's cos it's Stardust's twitter," Cody said, "Starboy is too busy getting the Attitude out to worry about basic bitches."
He tapped a tweet on his personal non-affiliated account:
My workout tweets may be smug. But at least the boss likes me. Why are you so obsessed with me? Ass envy maybe? Tip. It's called Veet. *nail paint emoji* *girl raising hand emoji*
"Meow," Paige observed, "OK...you win. Now are you gonna be good boys?"
"We might be."
Two cheeky grins.
Cesaro was laying on his bed in his hotel room, wearing just a pair of sweatpants. He'd blocked Finn and Cody on Twitter so at least he was safe there from their bullying. What right did either of them have to get all up in his business? Finn was pathetic -trying to get in with the 'in crowd' rather than just let his undeniable talent get him backstage respect. The Irishman had had a grudge against Cesaro for ages anyway just because the Swiss wasn't keen on Wade. Sad.
And well, Cody just liked to seek out his targets at random and relentlessly pick on them. Cesaro was just the current flavour of the month. COdy was using supposed friendship with Natalya as justification for his bullying. Next month it'll probably be someone else. Maybe an Uso or something.
Cesaro wondered maybe it was worth making peace with Mike? No. He was down not desperate.
And anyway.
He was expecting company.
A bit of casual sex with a coworker might do the trick.
He could have called Sheamus and told him about the crap he was being dealt. But he couldn';t. Because obviously it all stemmed from his obvious lust for Tyson Kidd. Which he still harboured. But hey. Jamie Noble was cute. Still in good shape. Cesaro actually had some photos of Jamie on his iPad, from when Jamie was still wrestling. He had a really hot ass.
Cesaro wanted to fuck it really bad.
Show Jamie the pleasures of man-man love.
Go back to his chic Euro stud persona. Guys lapped that shit up. He was done being nice.
Sheamus.
Sheamus who?
How you get them...was indeed how you lost them.
A knock at his door. Cesaro refreshed his expensive cologne and padded over to answer it.
Jamie looked nervous. Still in his sharp little suit.
"Hallo...come on in," Cesaro shot him his winning smile.
"Hey.," mumbled Jamie, not knowing quite where he was going with this. Was this a dinner date? A quick wham-bam and then he was kicked out into the night? Jamie had never been with another man before. But those fierce manly kisses had awoken curiosity that just wouldn't leave.
"How are you?" asked the Swiss, perching on the bed.
"Fine. You?"
"Let's just forget ze small talk," purred Cesaro, pulling Jamie to him and gently pressing their lips together.
Jamie was kissing back. Well so far not scary.
Cesaro was a seriously strong guy though.
He could break Jamie in half.
But the small man found that more of a turnon.
Cesaro gently loosened Jamie's tie and whipped it off before unbuttoning his white shirt...mmm...Jamie still worked out. Nice solid little body. He was an underrated bit of eye-candy because he was just a suited stooge on TV. He began to kiss Jamie's neck and the small man moaned and mewled at the new sensations.
Cesaro gently placed Jamie onto his back, helping him out of his shirt and kissing down that solid little torso.
"Fuck man..." moaned Jamie, "Feels so good..."
"Only thing that truly turns another gentleman on...is another gentleman," Cesaro purred, accent heavier than ever.
Jamie whimpered some more.
SO far that was fucking true. He'd never been worshipped like this.
Cesaro unbuckled the black belt and gently began to open the crisp black trousers, pulling the zipper down.
Jamie was wearing fitted, if dull, black boxers. Ahh well. A nice looking bulge. And well-toned, developed legs. Just like in his in-ring days. Cesaro whipped them down.
"Am I going too fast?" he purred.
Jamie shook his head. If he slowed down he';d get cold feet. He'd gotten this far.
Cesaro removed Jamie's suit pants, socks and shoes before gently stroking Jamie's bulging boxers. Jamie mewled softly. Wow...this felt...nice.
"Want to play vith me?" purred the Swiss, laying next to him.
Jamie nodded, unsure what to do. He planted a few kisses down Cesaro's ripped pecs and abs before roughly yanking his sweatpants down. Cesaro was wearing black briefs. Fuck his dick looked huge in these...
"Vye don't you take zem off," purred the Swiss, "Vith your teeth?"
Man.
Jamie was more turned on than ever. He bit into the waistband and slowly pulled them down those longe, hairy, muscular and powerful legs. Oh fuck Cesaro was hung. Clumsily, he removed the briefs so the Swiss was fully naked.
"Jerk me off," instructed Cesaro.
Jamie did so.
"Suck my dick," Cesaro ordered.
"I've never..."
"Try it.."
Nervously, Jamie did so. Fuck...but actually...easier than he thought. Cesaro was moaning anyway. Fuck.
He removed the Swiss from his mouth.
"How about I please you," Cesaro said.
Jamie lay next to him as the Swiss got to work, lightly whipping off Jamie's boxers. Toned hiplines but a decent sized cock. Wow. Cesaro instantly got to work, and Jamie thrashed and moaned as he received head from a guy for the first time in his life...fuck...this was so wild. So forbidden. He felt so naughty. But damn was this good. He began to fuck Cesaro's mouth in earnest.
"Easy tiger.." growled Cesaro, "I haff some lubricant. This is going to feel really good.."
He crawled to his bag to find his neglected bottle of lube. Just in case Sheamus surprised him. Pffft. He placed it on the bed.
"Legs up Jamie."
Jamie did so.
"Why man...what ya gonna do...OH...FUCK..."
That felt so fucking weird but so fucking nice. THe big Swiss was literally licking his ass. He thrust forward on instinct. He felt like a chick being gone down on. This was so unlike anything...he'd done before...he couldn;'t get enough. That tongue was criminally good...he was whimpering constantly. Cesaro hadn't lost any of his rimming techniques. And Jamie had such a cute, pert, smooth little butt. A virgin butt at that.
"Vould you like to go all ze way?" purred the Swiss.
Jamie nodded. Scared but turned the fuck on.
"It'll hurt.."
"S'OK man...just don't stop.."
Cesaro coated two of his long fingers with lubricant and began to slowly push against Jamie's hole, un-invaded until now. Jamie gasped and cried out at the odd sensation of being invaded...it wasn;t unpleasant though...it was actually really quite nice..Cesaro was being so gentle yet firm...touching parts of him he didn;t know could be touched.
Cesaro continued to finger and prep Jamie. He knew Jamie would bottle out if he took his time. Now or never. Live the moment.
"Er...you not gonna...wear a rubber?" asked Jamie.
Oh shit.
Did Cesaro have any?
"I brought some with me," Jamie said, "Pants pocket.."
"Good boy.." smirked Cesaro, leaning over to grab them. Aww. Bless. A pack of 3 Durex. At least he was prepared. He tore the sachet open and unrolled it onto himself. He'll let Jamie lube him.
He got back between the open legs.
"Put your legs on my shoulders," he purred.
Jamie did so.
"Put zis on my dick."
He handed the smaller man the lube. Jamie clumsily squirted way too much into his hands and began to coat Cesaro. Fuck. He was huge. He'll split Jamie in two! The smaller man felt way out of his depth but it was too late to back out now. What possessed him to end up in the bed of one of the fucking wrestlers?!
"Relax.." whispered Cesaro, aiming for that VERY tight opening.
Jamie was tense.
Cesaro leaned down to kiss him, to try and relax him. He should have packeds his poppers. Never mind. He slowly too aim, lining up...and missed.
"Relax Jamie."
"Tryin' to man.."
"Don't be scared. Just say stop if you hate it."
It did little to relax Jamie but he persevered as Cesaro once more took aim...OW...oh dear God that was fucking agony...like a red hot poker had been inserted into him.
"OOW! FUCK! THat hurts man...you've torn me..."
"Hurting is part of it...it'll go...sssssh..."
Cesaro knew he was big. He gently pushed in some more. Jamie cried out again. He pushed in slowly...slowly...gently...until those smooth, soft cheeks were against his pelvis.
Jamie was gasping. He had never felt pain like this and he';d taken some hefty bumps in his career. He'd had to cut it down due to a back injury and even that seemed nothing compared to this.
Cesaro slowly pulled all the way out...almost...and then slammed back inside without warning and with a scream, Jamie felt his prostate get stabbed for the first time in his life.
Cesaro grinned down at the elder man. Something about introducing a married dad to the sinful pleasures of gay love. They always got off on it so much more.
"Ohhh..." moaned Jamie, eyes sparkling.
"Like that?"
"That's amazing...ohhh yes...do it again.."
Cesaro repeated this action. The scream that left Jamie;s throat was enough to send the Swiss into overdrive. He began to pound his prey, focussing on making this the best night of Jamie's life. Queer as Folk, eat your fucking heart out indeed.
Jamie was just SO responsive. The more he took, the more the Swiss gave. Jamie was just as much forbidden fruit as Tyson. And somehow Cesaro knew Jamie wouldn't tell anyone about tonight. He leaned forward to kiss Jamie. The smaller, elder man's arms flew around Cesaro's sinewy neck.
"Ohhh fuck...fuck...ohhh...please don't stop...please..."
Jamie's hungry mewls and screams were music to the Swiss' ears. Oh yes. He felt alive again. He now really began to fuck the former cruiserweight, spanking that pert little ass on every stroke, enjoying the crescendo of mewls that filled the air. He couldn't last...c'mon, take it.
Jamie could feel it, tearing through his abdomen. He was gonna nut...no doubt about it...this was unlike anything he'd ever felt before...could he...could he cum without having his neglected cock touched. Cesaro was refusing to jack him off yet continuing to fuck him...yes,...oh fuck...he was so close...so fucking close...
Jamie's pained scream split the air as the stooge of Seth convulsed and shook, his lightly toned abs sprayed with an intense release. Cesaro smirked down at the hapless Jamie Noble, enjoying watching this newbie succumb to pleasures of the flesh.
He let Jamie's smooth legs fall limply.
He pulled out, yanking off the used condom and then straddling the small man's chest.
"What...what ya doing,.." gasped Jamie as Cesaro began to fist his sizeable cock.
Cesaro just smirked without saying a word, continuing to jerk.
He wanted to give that cutie a facial.
His skin erupted. His abs tightened. He groaned and spewed some garbled French as his climax sprayed Jamie's face and chest.
Wow.
That had been really good. Amazingly good.
Sated all the big Swiss' urges and more.
He'd forgotten just how much being the alpha he enjoyed.
He slowly crawled off of Jamie and lay beside him.
"Oh...fuck.." Jamie gasped.
"Did you enjoy zat?"
"That was fucking amazing...can...I...see you again?"
"Depends...just ze sex talking."
"You fucked me like I was a chick...I'm married...never felt anything like that.."
Cesaro kissed the garbled platitudes away. This reminded him of when he fucked Sami. And the first time he'd fucked Mike. He hoped Jamie hadn't fallen for him. But he HAD taken the ex-cruiserweight's cherry. He wasn't an asshole. He lifted the covers.
"C..can I really stay?"
"Course you can...if you don't mind affection?"
Jamie just nodded and crawled awkwardly under, wriggling around to allow the Swiss to spoon him. This felt really nice.
Cesaro was wondering...did he keep Seth's stooge as a fuckbuddy until Sheamus came back or did he end this before yet more drama affected him? He pecked the back of Jamie's head as sleep overtook both of them.
Oooh 'eck. Cesaro, you stupid, stupid man :( Somehow I don't think his drama is over...he's got Finn and Coddles snatching his wig, and he';s just cheated on Sheamus...I know, Jamie Noble is a left-field choice but I've grown attracted to j&j security and wondered about incorporating them somehow. Hope Jamie doesn't blab to Seth, who'll tell Dean, who'll then tell his Plastic buddies...oh dear!
Hope you liked this one! xx