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.

31. Chapter 31

CHapter 31

How appropiate that Chapter 31 is the Mania-themed one! Thanks to everyone still showing this ancient yarn love :D

YASSSS. Hideo's going to Mania. YAAAASS Finn worked a main roster house show in Anaheim. You know what's gonna go down here don't you? Lots of mess and comedy fun. Poor Cesaro...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You act like an unfaithful lothario and you get karmic retribution. Serves you right Superman.

It may be up before Mania, may be after. So it might just be Axxess rather than post-Mania itself.

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Anaheim, CA.

Wade Barrett was nervous yet smug as he hung around outside the airport terminal. He was sure somebody in booking loved him as he'd found out that the house show tonight was featuring a main roster debut of one Finn Balor. The Intercontinental Champion was sure tonight was going to end in mess but hey, it kept things entertaining in the week leading to the Big One. Plus with Mania Axxess...oh lord. He wouldn't want to be in Cesaro's boots right now.

Despite patching up his working relationship with the Swiss, Wade couldn't help but chuckle at Finn's relentless bullying. He'd found out about the Noble mess and was siding with his old flame and good mate Sheamus. But he wasn't going to tell the red-haired Irishman as it wasn't his place. Just keep Finn out of trouble.

He checked his reflection in a nearby car. He'd gone for a tight black shirt, open at the chest and expensive jeans. Plus shades. Anything to get Finn's pulse racing. And he'd bought the cute Irishman some more flowers. And what? If it made him happy...Finn was hardly Miz.

Wade spotted the magenta locks of Sasha Banks exiting the terminal. And with her was of course, Finn. In his merch tee and shorts. And shades. Wade stood upright and smirked in that caddish way he did for TV as Sasha spotted him and shoved Finn forward.

"Oh heyy Wade," she giggled, "Looks like I'm no longer needed. See you later Finny. Don't overwork him Wade!"

"Wouldn't dream of it love," smirked Wade.

Sasha made her excuses and headed back inside to pick up her rental keys, leaving them alone.

"Hello love," chuckled Wade as Finn flew into his arms and smashed their lips together right there in public.

"Missed you," pouted Finn.

"It's been a week if that," Wade laughed, "Looks like you stalking me on the road has paid off, huh?"

"I do not stalk. I was supporting my man. As a good boyfriend should," pouted the Irishman, before spotting the roses and melting, "Omigod are those for me?"

"Yeah, I know, I'm a soppy bastard," grunted Wade as Finn took them, "And I know blokes don't do flowers.."

He was cut off by more kisses.

"Hey hey...calm it," the Brit grunted, "People are looking..."

"And? Are you ashamed of me Stuart?" snapped Finn, looking quite hurt.

"No love...never ashamed of you...just...don't want idiotic fans snapping us and selling it to some gossip rag."

"I'll only confirm it," Finn said obstinately, taking Wade's hand openly, "By the way, next month, you're meeting my family."

"I gathered as we're heading to Guinnessland," smirked Wade.

"It's a big deal for me," Finn said, "Me sisters are dying to meet you. Plus, I want to formally introduce you to my Da. You can go pub crawling with Sheamus the day after."

"What makes you think that I want to do that?" Wade snorted.

"Because you're a man."

"So are you," teased Wade, ruffling Finn's neatly-trimmed facial hair. Finn was definitely spending WAY too much time with Sami Zayn, Wade conceded. He was turning into an Irish version of the redheaded minx. He led the Irishman towards the rental car and opened the door like a chauffeur.

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It was a short drive to the hotel, and Wade knew what Finn wanted. He could read the cheeky monkey like a book. The way Finn was lowkey hitching up those shorts...plus...wait...if Wade wasn't mistaken that was a VPL. A tent forming. Oh dear.

Finn just grinned naughtily as he caught the Brit staring.

"What?"

"You...don't make me do Christian Grey again."

"Why? I liked it. Even if people asked questions. Hehehehe."

"OK you've turned into Rhodes as well as Zayn."

"I'm just being me."

It seemed too long before the hotel came into view. Wade couldn't get out the car fast enough. After the tedious business of checking in and getting the luggage up to their room (well he'd booked a double of course!) the Brit could kick off his shoes and relax before the preshow workout (the legitimate gym one) and the show itself.

Finn carefully placed the bouquet of roses on the table in the corner and kicked off his flipflops. Before pouncing on the hapless Brit.

"Rawr," he grinned before devouring Wade's lips once more, straddling the broad chest with his amazing ripped knees.

"Hello.." chuckled Wade.

"Been waiting for this," purred Finn, "Just take me darlin."

"No rush is there?"

Wade struck and wrestled him onto his back before kissing down his neck,enjoying the cute mewls that filled the room. Finn wriggled up to take his tee off.

Damn that body.

Wade could never believe this was what fancied him. One of the most lusted-after torsos in their business. And it was all his. He was one lucky bastard.

Finn took Wade's bearded face in his hands and began to kiss him passionately, tender pecks between deep, fervent frenching.

"Love you," he whimpered.

"Love you too you horny bugger."

Finn began to unbutton Wade's shirt sensually, taking his time. Planting kisses on those pecs and those fucking abs. Wade just seemed to look hotter each day. He removed the shirt of that strong, broad, inked body and cuddled his man close, whimpering softly.

Wade felt those naughty fingers unzip his fly.

Oh the minx.

And he felt his belt being yanked open.

"Ohhh fuck'n'ell..." he growled as those cool fingers began to stroke his rapidly-hardening cock. Finn never messed about in bed.

"Your segments on Raw have me so moist," breathed Finn, "I have to stop and crack one off...you are so hot all angry. And your trunks...ohh Daddy...they show everything..."

Wade just grunted in pleasure as Finn continued to toss him off. He did enjoy the fact his ring gear showed how er, gifted he was. Anything to keep this little minx happy.

He helped Finn take his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

And then Finn lay back, legs open, his shorts tented.

Wade wriggled out of his remaining clothes with those cheeky green eyes of the Irishman fixed upon his every move. Before slowly and deliberately peeling down Finn's shorts...

"No knickers," Finn smirked, as Wade gave him a look, "Been horny all morning waiting to get here.."

"Why am I not surprised," growled Wade, taking them off completely to expose that Adonis in all his glory. Finn may be small in stature but DAMN was he ripped. And hung. He was perfection.

"Lube in the pocket," Finn whispered.

"You little..."

"I missed you Stuart."

"You were last here Tuesday."

"So?"

Wade searched the discarded shorts and found a lube sachet. What a good little boy scout Finn was. Always prepared. He tore it open with his teeth before Finn snatched it from him.

"Got other plans?!" snapped the Irishman.

"No, love.."

"Then don't rush me."

"Sorry love."

Finn grabbed Wade's dick. Hard.

"Or I'll make you wear a cock ring."

A wicked smile.

"You're not my boss," Wade smirked back, slapping that naughty hand away easy, "What a shame I didn't bring the handcuffs."

Finn just lay back with a desperate whine.

He raised his legs hungrily as Wade slowly began to caress inside his thigh. Softly. Gently. Up that smooth skin...

"Ohhhhh..." whimpered the Irishman.

Wade slowly stroked that tight entrance.

Before moving up and slowly tossing Finn off.

"What you doing..." moaned the Irishman as the pleasure sizzled through his body at the contact he was craving, "Lower...please..."

"I'm taking my time Fergal," whispered Wade, "Now who wants to rush?"

He smirked and leaned down to suck Finn off. Just cos he was the top didn't mean he couldn't please his boy in ways other than rimming and fingering. He used one of his free hands to stroke Finn's hole, the other to push the Irishman to the bed.

"Stop...please...stop.." moaned FInn, "Let me...please...let me..."

"OK," Wade released him and then promptly sat on his chest, thrusting his hard cock in the Irishman;s face. He was 250 plus to Finn';s 190. He was in charge. Finn was just a bossy cow.

"Ohhh FUCK..." gasped Wade as Finn hungrily devoured his cock, "Jesus...fuck..."

Finn was relentless. He was sucking Wade like his life depended on it. And because the bigger, heavier, more powerful Brit had trapped him. Plus those fucking thighs...god. He hoped Wade liked his family...he couldn't imagine not being with this hot hunk of English beef...and their approval meant so much to Finn.

He released Wade.

"Take me..." he whimpered, his eyes flashing with burning need.

"Anything you say love.." growled Wade, crawling down, watching that ripped chest rise and fall. He reached for the lubricant and began to coat himself. He then coated two fingers and began to slowly insert them inside the desperate mass beneath him.

Finn slapped his hand away.

"You know what I want..." he moaned.

"Of course.."

Gamely, Wade got between Finn's thighs and began to rim, enjoying the cute mews and squeaks that filled the room. Finn was getting noisier he swore. Last time they shagged the kid was full on screaming. Not that Wade complained. Ever.

"Ohhh...yes...yes...fuck...don't stop..."

Finn was as always desperately fighting the urge to fist his cock. But Wade was too GOOD at this...fuck...he could probably cum just from having his arse eaten by this amazing man...oh God..

He reached down and yanked Wade up by the hair.

"Get inside me," he snarled.

"Watch your mouth," Wade growled menacingly. He threw Finn flat on his back once more and placed the younger man's ankles on his shoulders.

He reached for what was left of the lube and applied more to himself. Finn was lubricated enough.

Slowly, slowly...he pushed inside.

"Ohhhhhh yes..." moaned FInn loudly.

"Getting quite the screamer.." snarled Wade, pushing in some more.

"Can you fucking blame me?!" Finn almost yelled in desperation, "I'll let the whole of fucking Anaheim know your name Stuart...please...just...fuck me."

Wade thrust into him hard.

"OH!"

"You asked for it."

He began to pound FInn like a common rent boy, taking control, grunting mannishly. Yeah, that's what the bossy little minx needed. A good pounding. Show him who was boss.

"Ohh...oh fuck...yes...yes..."

Finn was being unashamedly loud.

"I'm gonna make ya fucking scream."

Wade was pure Lancashire now and Finn was a MESS. That rough Northern accent just made him submit.

"Yes. Make me fucking scream Stuart."

Wade held Finn;'s ripped legs apart and began to fuck him hard and fast, enjoying the screams that filled the room.

"Kiss me!" Finn cried in desperation, "Please. Kiss me."

Wade leaned forward to silence some of the screams with some deep manly kisses. Finn bit his lip as they broke apart.

"Déan dom mise , ghile," gasped Finn.

Wade knew what that meant. Make me yours, darling. He was learning more Irish the longer they spent together.

OK.

He resumed pounding the little tart, working out any inner frustrations he had. Take it...yeah fucking take it like a man...Finn's cries were now laced with broken Irish...how fucking beautiful and hot was that...Wade wasn't going to last...Finn was fucking him right back, working that body like the slut he was.

Wade leaned forward, folding him in half and continuing to take what was his. Fuck yes. Such a fucking hot arse. So willing.

Finn was such a mess. His skin was on fire. He could get fucked forever. Especially by the man he adored with all his heart. Take him. Own him. Yes. Yes. Fuck yes. FInn could feel it boiling up inside of him. His chest was tightening. Broken Irish spewing from his pouty lips. He was letting himself truly go. He could be himself totally in bed. He scratched and clawed savagely at Wade's back as he felt that pulling behind his abs increase...more...more...yes...oh God yes...he was close now...really close...he scratched some more...yes...bit more...just there...oh GOD just there...please don't stop...please...please...yes...he could feel himself about to burst...

Finn's scream split Wade's eardrums. His nails tore deep into the Brit's back.

Wade wouldn't let up as Finn continued to scream, his ripped, chiselled abs now sprayed white. He had come SO hard...

"Keep going," panted Finn.

"You're..."

"I said...KEEP GOING."

Jesus. He was on one today.

Wade continued to fuck. He was happy just making FInn cum. Apparently that wasn't enough.

"You're not done..." whimpered Finn.

He wasn't fully satisfied until Wade came inside him. He was JUST like Cody. And if Wade continued hitting his prostate like this...he was sure he might cum a second time. Prolong it. Make the most of their time together.

Wade continued to pound that hot arse, urging his orgasm forward...OK he lied to himself. He wanted to spunk deep inside him. Yes. Fuck yeah. Take it you little slag. Fuck yes. Fuck.

Finn continued to scream and cry out, a sweaty mass of muscle. Yes. His spot was still being hit perfectly. C'mon...he was still young...he could cum a second time...on and on they went, Wade pausing to edge.

He knew what FInn was up to. And how much of an alpha male would Wade feel knowing he made his boy cum twice in one fuck.

Yeah. And he wouldn't need to hit the gym after.

Finn was hard enough work.

On and on they went. Minutes flashing by. Both men coated in sweat but fuelled by pure testosterone.

Fuck yeah. That was it...he couldn't hold it much longer...he was desperate to blow his load now...Finn could wait...but those screams were getting noisier again...the nails once more tearing into his back flesh...Finn was feeling it once more...it hurt but he was desperate to come once more...even if it was dry...it was ten times more intense...yes...yes...yes he could feel it...oh God...Oh God...oh fucking GOD...

"FUCK!" bellowed Wade as finally he released, deep inside FInn, but his manly roar was drowned out by the scream that left the Irishman as he came once more, drier but more intense in feeling. No wank could ever bring an orgasm that strong...ever...

He collapsed onto the bed, his legs falling limply from Wade's shoulders as the gasping Brit slowly pulled out and clumsily lay next to him.

The room reeked of man sweat.

Finn was unbelievably sated. He'd come twice and had Wade's load inside him. He felt so fucking alive. But so fucking knackered. It was too much for him. His green eyes were wet with emotion.

"Come here," he whimpered.

Wade cuddled his spent beau close, pecking his head.

"Hey, don't cry," he whispered.

"Sorry...that was amazing..."

"Big boys don't cry Fergal..."

Awwww bless him.

"Why couldn't I meet you ten years ago?"

"Sometimes you have to wait...hey c'mon...ssssh...just the sex talking.."

"Stuart Bennett...I want you to be my husband some day..."

"Is this a proposal..."

Well so much for the guff Cody was talking last week.

"No..." Finn was mortified. Damn his loose tongue. He buried his face in Wade's chest, sniffling. THat wasn't how it went in his head. He was hoping Wade would propose to him!

Wade just chuckled. Bless Finn's heart. He was hard work. Intense. A little scary. But oh so adorable at the same time. At least this confirmed what Cody was saying. Finn definitely was in this for the long haul. And to be honest, Wade was too. He could feel Finn';s hand grabbing at his. So he took it. Awwww.

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At the arena in Anaheim, Paige, Summer Rae, Sasha Banks, plus the boys Cody, Dean and Curtis, were all sat at their table. Sasha was tag teaming with Summer and Cameron tonight.

"I hate how even with Axelmania they are burying you," Cody was saying, "You should be kicking ass and taking names. Hashtag give Curtis A Chance."

"I'm fine," Curtis said, "Honestly. I'm on TV aren't I? Anyway there's more spots for the guys than the girls."

He tweeted #GiveDivasAChance just to make a point.

"You lot are the biggest Divas in this company," Paige remarked, "Not that I object. Oh guess what? My Mum's coming to watch me."

"Omigod that's awesome," Cody gushed, "You'll make her proud even if you get Brie Moded and Rack Attacked in one go. And then Summer can go ask her for your hand in marriage."

He rested his thumb on his bottom teeth and gave the most adorable mischievous look to the tall blonde.

"Awwwww..." Sasha cooed.

"Oh girl, you're not falling for his 'look how cute I am' routine?" sighed Paige, her cheeks rather pink.

"No, you two getting married would be amazing!" Sasha said.

"Oh stop," giggled Summer, tossing back her long blonde hair.

"Are you planning everyone's weddings?" Dean looked up from his now-finished plate of chicken wings.

"Except mine," Curtis complained, flashing his engagement ring.

"I just want all my friends happy," Cody said, "And it takes my mind off the fact that I can't.."

"You're already married!" Summer put in.

"To an icky girl," teased Paige.

"Hey!" RAZZZZP.

"Wind changes, your face will be stuck like that," Sasha teased, "OK, it's almost four. Finny can't have gotten lost."

"He's probably still bouncing on Barrett's dick," Cody sighed, "He's the only one with a hungrier ass than me."

Multiple face palms and head-on-table bashing.

Dean flicked a chicken bone at him.

"Bitch." Pouted COdy and tossed it back at him.

Dean flicked another at him.

"Ladies, ladies. No catfights," Paige scolded.

"KHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE." Cody hissed at her.

"Stop being jealous cos I had sex today," Dean smirked.

"And me," chimed in Curtis.

"I hate you all!" Cody folded his arms and pouted royally. Like a little kid being denied candy.

"Awwwwww..." Sasha reached over and patted him on the head, "And Finny's yet to wow us all with how he spent this afternoon."

"Oh GREAT, more smug satisfied bottoms," Cody snarled.

Two thick arms appeared out of nowhere and Curtis was engulfed by the scent of his favourite cologne.

"Well hey there," rumbled Ryback.

"Stop it.." giggled Curtis.

"Not what he was saying before," Cody hissed.

"Jealousy's an ugly look Stardust," grinned The Big Guy, peppering Curtis' head with kisses. Sasha looked like such a fangirl at that point. Why were the boys all so adorable?

"If you want to take him for round two, we don't mind," Paige smirked.

Curtis went as red as his Axelmania vest.

Ryback heaved him up out the chair from behind, showing off his strength.

"I can SO see you in a white uniform," Summer remarked.

Cody despite his jealousy that his friends were getting sex and he wasn't, beamed at the cuteness. Awwww.

"Ryan stop..." Curtis giggled as he was lifted into a bridal-style carry.

"Why?" smirked Ryback, "Am I embarrassing you in front of the girls?"

"I can't even..." Sasha fanned herself.

"Fangirl," Paige smirked.

Sasha flipped her off.

"Hey..." Summer playfully scolded.

"I think Curtis should wear red trunks. Tight red ones," Cody said, "Whatcha think Ryback?"

"CODY..." hissed Curtis.

"Well, he is the Kim Kardashian of the WWE," Paige smirked.

Summer reached up (as she was nearest to Rybaxel) and spanked Curtis' big round ass.

"Peachy," she observed.

Ryback chortled.

Curtis went even redder.

"Correction," came a singsong Southern accent, "THat's me."

All the Plastics looked up to see the sneering face of Brad Maddox. Back on the road. Everyone had assumed he'd been fired. No bitch. He was back and ready to slay.

"What. The. Fuck..." spat Cody.

"What the hell is THAT doing back?!" Curtis was out of Ryback's arms in a flash.

"Don't mind me, I'm just here to ruin your day," sneered Brad, "Axel, if you're gonna wear trunks, don't skip leg day. Just a hint."

Cody was breathing heavily through his nose. He HATED Brad. Even more than AJ and Miz. Right now he wanted to punch the smug prick right in the face.

Curtis hated Brad for different reasons. At Hell In A Cell 2012, Brad had slept with Ryback and then threw him under a bus the day after in his relentless pursuit of Dolph Ziggler's brother, Briley Pierce. Brad had purposely rode the Big Guy as he shared the same real first name with Dolph's brother.

"COme back when you learn how to cut a promo," Cody hissed, cracking his knuckles much like Finn did.

Dean hadn't really had much to do with Maddox and didn't really have an opinion on the former referee and Raw GM. What he did know was that Brad was friendly with Gabriel, Graves and AJ Lee. So he knew that this guy was a dick.

"How is...what was his name? The announcer who got fired and is now in TNA along with this company's other rejects?" Brad sneered.

"YOU..." Cody sprang. He and Brad stared each other down.

Dean leapt to his feet and restrained Cody.

"Oh look, it's the one who gurns when he cums," smirked Brad, "Rollins must only smash it from the back as that face is one boner killer."

"Back off Lassie," Ryback cut in.

"Oh hi Ryan, I'm still the best you had," Brad sneered, rounding on him.

"Oh really, at least my ass is all natural as opposed to IMPLANTS!" erupted Curtis, not down with this shit one bit.

"MINE'S NATURAL!" screamed Brad.

"So's the shrine in your home to Ziggler's reject brother," Cody spat, "Gurl you basic."

SLAP.

Brad had slapped Cody around the face so hard the ravenette fell to the ground. Nobody fired shots at his relationship.

"What's going on?" Corey Graves had showed up. A nasty sneer lifted his smug face as he took in Cody on the ground. Oh yes. The ringleader was down.

"Just that vinegary little spinster throwing shade at me and Ryan. So 2013," Brad snarled, "So glad you're here."

"Meeting Mike and AJ for lunch once Mike finishes his booty call," Corey smirked, "C'mon hunty, let's leave the loser convention."

"Loser convention?" Ryback raised his eyebrows, "You two unover rejects are talking to the NXT Women's Champion; a former two time Divas champ; a multiple tag team and former two time Intercontinental Champion; a former US Champ, and another former tag and Intercontinental champ. Remind me of the titles you two won. Oh...right. You haven't. Bore off."

He indicated Sasha, Paige, Cody, Dean and his partner respectively.

Both Brad and Corey could do nothing but snarl at him as unfortunately he was quite right.

"Ryback spilling that truth tea," Sasha remarked.

"You are plastic Big Guy, sorry bout it," put in Summer.

"You forgot Big Bird," Corey snarled venomously.

"Blimey, talk about a needle stuck in the groove," deadpanned Paige, though she wanted to kick Corey in the face for insulting Summer. He seemed to hate her the most.

Corey, realising he and his crony were defeated for now, huffed and stomped off with Brad in tow.

All the Plastics gave their retreating backs the finger, Paige adding a British wanker gesture for good measure.

"Ryan..." simpered Curtis, "You just burned Rat Skank and it was beautiful."

Cody was sinking back into his seat. His face hurt. If Dean hadn't stopped him he'd have mashed Brad's face into the wall until it was a bloody mangled mess.

"Guess being around you lot rubbed off on me," the big Guy grunted, "Suppose I better go do a workout."

Curtis leapt onto him, wrapping his arms and legs around his guy, not letting him go.

"Yeah...you had better.." he purred.

Ryback, with a Curtis attached, shuffled away.

"I think Ryback's become the shade king," Summer remarked.

"He's too manly to ever be plastic," Paige teased.

"Excuse me Saraya, but I spy two dicks at your table," came an Irish accent and a grinning Finn Balor finally showed up.

"Nice of you to show up Finny," Sasha said, "It's 2016 now."

"Don't be jealous Merc." He climbed onto Cody's lap.

"Gerroff," complained the ravenette, "Stop sitting on me."

"You're comfy," retorted Finn, "So what have I missed?"

"Ryback just burned Graves and Maddox," Dean said, "It was awesome."

"Maddox? That unover piece of trash?" Finn looked at his nails dismissively. He was already in ring gear.

"You're not helping my FInnDust ship," Sasha teased, taking a photo of them.

"Yes...listen to The Boss and get off me," pouted Cody.

"Nope."

"I hate you."

"Boys, play nicely," Paige said.

Cody was not appreciating this. Did Finn lowkey fancy him? He doubted it as who would cheat on a hunk like Wade? Sheamus, that was who. With Cesaro. BLECH.

Finn put his arm around Cody.

"Codes is pretty but honey...he's not Stuart," he said.

He didn't fancy Cody one bit. Liked him a lot as a friend/skull-dragging partner but nope. He liked his men rough and manly. Preferably British. And former bareknuckle fighters. He was just a little tactile. He saw Cody as perhaps his closest friend bar Sami and Hideo. Enzo was cool but he was just a mate.

"So climb off my lap. Ew you have hickeys on your neck you trashbag," Cody pouted, shoving Finn off.

Finn simply climbed back on. Cody huffed and just resigned himself to his fate as Finn's armchair. Any other redblooded (gay) man would kill for this. Not Cody. At least Finn wore classy cologne.

"Badges of honour sweets," Finn sighed, "Oh man, I had the best time today."

"So when did you roll out of bed?" Paige said matter-of-factly.

"About half an hour ago?" Finn smirked, "My arse is pretty sore. Codes you make the best cushion."

He rested his sparkly red-kickpadded feet on the table.

"Barrett's not the jealous type is he?" Summer teased.

"Little Cody did sit on Emma's lap," Paige smirked.

"AH!" Finn rounded on him, "So you do sit on people you don't fancy!"

"Whatever, just make sure you don't put my knee out!" pouted Cody.

"Thanks sweets," Finn simpered, pecking Cody's cheek.

"Please just make out. Just once so I can treasure it," Sasha teased.

"NO!" Both Finn and Cody said in unison.

Paige was being a mischievous madam and currently snapchatting TNA announcer Josh Mathews a photo of Finn on Cody's lap with 'younger model' and shocked emojis.

Cody's phone buzzed.

From: Joshy *heart emojis*

Enjoying a taste of Irish meat? ;) xxx

Now Cody went scarlet.

"PAIGE!" he cried as the raven-haired girl burst into giggles.

"What you done?" Summer asked.

"Told his boyfriend."

"High five!" Summer said.

"I got one better," Paige hissed and she leaned across and devoured her girlfriend's lips.

Sasha facepalmed.

"Man," Dean said, "Guys would legit pay to see that."

"And girls would legit pay to see an Ambrollins sex tape," Paige retorted.

Summer was more than a touch flustered. And that shut Dean right up.

Cody was texting Josh hurriedly.

To: Joshy *heart emojis*

No! He keeps sitting on me :( And Paige and Summer just made out at the table. Messes. Everyone's getting laid except me . COME TO MANIA PWEEEEEEEASE. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Awwwwwww," teased Finn, reading over his shoulder, "Someone feeling the strain?"

"Bitch. It's rude to read people's private texts," pouted Cody.

"Oh Paige, Summer? He just called you both messes," Finn announced.

"Oh did he now?" Paige smirked, "Is that a gun in your trunks Finn darling or are you just pleased to sit on Little Cody's lap?"

"You..." Cody could only splutter.

"I'm thinking about the double gush I had earlier," Finn said shamelessly.

Multiple facepalms.

"On that note," Summer said, "Sasha, let's go prep the match."

"Yeah you need a cold shower gurl," Sasha teased, "Finny! Best behaviour."

Finn just blew a kiss at her. What? He was on Cloud Fucking Nine right now. Wade had yet again blown his mind.

"Oh he will be Sasha, don't you worry," Paige smirked.

"I will not be controlled," Finn grinned, stretching out.

"Can you please get off me, there's 3 free seats," pouted Cody.

"Spoilsport," Finn climbed off him and lounged across the seats previously taken by Sasha, Curtis and Summer; "So. Any news Coddles? How's our least favourite basic thot getting on? Has he been porking any more married men to try and get over?"

"Oooh!" Dean looked excited all of a sudden, "I forgot. Guess whose hotel room I saw Big Fat Miz stumbling out of this morning?"

"Some poor schmuck with low standards and black balls?" Cody deadpanned.

"Not quite. Luke Harper's. And get this. He gave Harper a hundred dollars."

"FUCKING GROSS! MESS!" screamed Cody.

"What's more gross?" asked Paige, "The fact that Miz paid, or because it's Harper? Don't be shallow, some people like the unkempt look."

"Yeah just ask Brie Bella," put in Finn.

"OOooh..." Dean breathed, "You bitch."

"I'm saying nothing," Paige said, "Daniel's cute though. He looks like a labradoodle. Brie hates me saying that."

"Bryan's pretty," Cody said, "But...ewwwwy. Harper. No shade but he looks like a dirty hillbilly from Snakebite, Florida! He's not...yuck...is Big Fat Mess actually PAYING guys to fuck that gaping chasm he once called an asshole?! GROSS."

"Suppose it's easier than looking for a ring rat," Paige shrugged.

"Miz IS a ring rat," Finn deadpanned, "An ascended fanboy. He irks me. And even he rejected the Swiss Thot. Ha. I wouldn't pay a tenner to screw that fat fuck."

"I hear he does anything for a fiver," Paige put in.

"I think, its time to go drag him," Cody hissed.

"I wouldn't waste my time sweets, being dragged probably turns him on," Finn deadpanned, "I have more fun making Cesaro cry anyway. Miz is just too easy."

"Easy?! You've only got to show him a picture of a dick and his ass turns into Niagara Falls," Cody snarled.

"Thanks for that, I was about to eat," Finn scowled.

"There's no buffalo wings," Dean put in.

"Gannet," Paige teased.

"Talking about me? Well I am the moneymaker and a movie star." came that irritating Ohio accent and they all looked up at a smirking Mike The Miz, dressed in his Chanel shades and ring jacket. He wore his ring gear from the hotel to here. Flashing his thick legs for all the world to admire. He was just TOO fancy for his own good sometimes.

"Correction. Hustler," Cody snarled.

"Awww so bitter," Mike sneered at his former friend and former bully, "I can't believe I used to want to be friends with you."

"I tolerated you," Cody said simply, "I always thought you were a salad dodging whale."

"Jabba," Finn put in with a cough.

Mike rounded on him. Oh no bitch. He hadn't forgotten the attack at Survivor Series. This slut once put the moves on Dolph with his tacky 'Team Dolfinn' Instagram photos. Please. He couldn't fool Mike with his happy armcandy-to-Barrett routine. He might fool the others but he didn't fool the awesome one.

"Just remember this, I fucked your man first. Gotta say, you're settling," he sneered, flashing that veneered smile.

"Big mistake," Dean chimed in.

"I wouldn't waste my time," Finn shrugged, "By the way. THose sunglasses are cheap knock-offs."

"THESE ARE CHANEL YOU BASIC LITTLE LEPRECHAUN!" screamed Mike.

"And deeper he digs," Dean went on.

Finn still seemed unabashed.

Mike turned to flounce away. And as he did, Finn calmly shuffled forward and stuck his leg out, tripping the Awesome One up and causing him to fall flat on his face, breaking wind as he did so to only add to his humilation. The sunglasses snapped in two.

"MY SHADES!" yelled Mike, "YOU'RE A DEAD MAN DEVITT!"

Finn just let out a derisive laugh.

"Learn to wrestle first, swamp donkey," he snorted, covering his nose and mouth, "And please go sort yourself out. I can smell the stale lube from here emanating from your slack arse."

Utterly humiliated and without the backing of AJ, Corey or Brad, Mike scrambled away as fast as his chunky legs would carry him.

"You are just the TRAP QUEEN!" Cody practically smothered his new best friend with hugs.

"He bores me with his basicness," Finn deadpanned.

"You barely had to do anything and you burned him man," Dean sighed, "I need to take lessons on how to deal with people who annoy me."

"Don't blow up at them, burn them slowly and painfully, more fun and you look better doing it," Finn said, "Ambrose, I've been in this biz a long time. I know every trick in the book. Words hurt more and you won't get into trouble after."

"I legit wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of you," Dean said, "I felt the burn and I hate Miz's guts. I actually almost felt sorry for the fuckwit."

"I feel sorry that he was ever inflicted on this world," Finn shrugged, "But hey, the business needs mid card punching bags."

Mike had touched two nerves with him. Insulting Wade and making jokes about his nationality. But he felt far better calmly dismembering the Moneymaker with his razor-sharp tongue than mashing him up with his fists like he'd really wanted to. And his anger had left him. Mike's card was marked. A new target as far as the naughty Irishman was concerned. Once he was done with dragging his favourite target Cesaro that was. Hehe.

"I gotta go now anyway," Dean checked his phone, "Need to change."

"You should wear trunks again," Cody said, "If nothing just to keep Seth happy."

"A woman must never wear clothes to please a man," Paige said.

"I am not a chick!" Dean spluttered.

"You take it up the arse, same thing," Finn grinned, "Stuart buys me roses and it makes me go all funny."

"Big softie," Paige patted him on the head.

"I want to have Joshy's babies," Cody added, "Plus, Dean, a booty like yours shouldn't be covered."

"Stop..." Dean avoided their gazes, "Laters..."

He got to his feet and padded away, his jeans pretty low on his hips, flashing the waistband and top of his underwear.

"I can see your knickers," Finn catcalled.

Dean just sauntered away. So what? Seth liked him in these skimpy Andrew Christian briefs. He wouldn't mind wearing trunks but there was just the risk of wrestling Seth in them...the first time in FCW was torture enough...man.

"So just me and the chief troublemakers," Paige said.

"Oooh...I almost forgot..." Finn looked like an excited kid (and eerily Codyesque), "Guess what happened last night?!"

"You found you could fit four fingers inside you?" Cody smirked.

"I could anyway. No. It's Hideo. He told me about Tyler. I pretended to be shocked. He really likes him. And CJ gave him the thumbs up."

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!" cooed Paige, "Hideo would be SO adorable in love! I bet he told Bayley first though."

"Yeah he did," Finn said, "He said he didn't want me knowing even though he's known me longer but hey..."

"Are you two roommates?" asked Cody, "I never asked I just assumed.."

"Yeah, we do our own thing at home but yeah. He's out when Stuart's round...because he complained once about the noise..."

"I bet he did you screaming mess of a thot," Cody teased, "So. Will we be seeing you at Mania in the battle royal?"

"FInd out in a couple of days," Finn said, "I actually hope it's Neville."

"Nah. He won't get called up without Samuel," Paige said.

"Adrian can't fart without permission from Sami," Cody said.

"Ooooh I'm telling him you said that," grinned Finn.

"At least I've never bleached my hole," pouted Cody.

"You three are like the Anti-3 Amigas," Paige said, "You two and Samuel. I bet you've waxed him before Finn."

"No!" Finn made a blech-face, "I'd wax Shitsaro though. If industrial-strength stuff is available."

"Some like hair," Cody shrugged, "Personally I think ass hair is ratchet but that's just me."

"Can you imagine going down on Basicaro though? It'd be like the Forest Of Dean down there?!" Finn made a totally grossed-out face now, "And it'd get stuck in your teeth. Yeuch."

"It's OK on girls cos you can keep it trimmed," Cody said, "But hairy asses. Hell to the no. I shave mine three times a week."

"I don't get hair," smirked Finn.

"Well aren't you just the lucky bitch," Cody sighed.

"Yes I am. Especially today. You could paper a room with the amount I've gushed."

"Wash your mouth out!" Paige squeaked. Even she had her limits with the boys sometimes.

"You've upset Momma," Cody teased.

"Sorry," Finn gave her his best adorable puppy dog eyes.

"I'm gonna go!" she squealed, "To bleach my brain! Behave while I'm gone or ELSE!"

"Yes mammy," smirked Finn.

"I'll look after him!" Cody grinned.

"As IF!" was Paige's parting shot.

"So gurl. Just us boys now. Tell me everything," Cody fished his Off Duty Glasses out of his bag and placed them on.

Finn snatched them and placed them on his own face.

"I look better in these than you," he said.

Cody had to admit Finn suited them.

"Wear them as a roleplay costume for Wade if ya want but break them and you're dead," Cody said, "Joshy bought me those in 2009."

"I'll take care of them," Finn assured him, "I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of you, no messing."

Cody was surprised. A bad bitch like Finn admitting that? He felt exactly the same. Maybe that's why their friendship worked with an undercurrent of slight fear.

"So tell me everything."

"Well, he met us from the airport...bought roses...they're in the hotel room...and then we got back and...wow...we had the most amazing sex. He made me cum twice. Fucking twice. That's never happened."

"Joshy did on our first time. Yes. I topped. I was so relieved that he loved me back I would do anything to please him. Happened to me once or twice too. Only ever happened with Joshy. It's cos I love him. Wade's The One. I can tell."

"I feel it," Finn said, "Oh Codes...I told him I wanted him to be my husband. He's meeting the fam when WWE goes to Ireland next month. Introducing him to Da."

"Awwwwww..." Cody cooed, "And yet it's been just 3 months."

"Feels like 3 years," Finn sighed, "Don't take the sitting on your lap thing the wrong way...with all due respect and love...I do not fancy you. But you do make a decent armchair."

"Bitch," Cody giggled, taking his glasses back.

---

Cesaro was dreading today because he knew that Balor was working the show. So he needed some distraction. And reluctantly he'd hit up Jamie Noble for a no feelings bang.

He'd smashed it from behind this time and kicked the hapless road agent out of his hotel room once they'd both shot their loads.

Now he was at the arena and heading into Catering.

He froze when he saw Cody and Finn chatting at the Plastics table. No. Seriously? Could he at least catch SOME kind of break before spotting them? Apparently not.

He could ignore them. He hoped.

He shuffled into the corner of the room and fished out his iPad. Listen to a Jericho podcast and read something on kindle. Yeah, that should distract him.

Two messages from Sheamus.

Meh. Read them later.

He wasn't really arsed right now. Plus a few hours ago his dick was inside Jamie Noble so that kinda felt wrong texting fake platitudes to Sheamus. He was fifty shades of over the vermilion Irishman. His phone wallpaper was a photo of him and Tyson with Natalya cropped out. At least a man could dream, right?

Tyson had been so good to him during Itching Powder-gate. All this had done was only increase the Swiss' amorous feelings for the forbidden Canadian. When banging Noble earlier he'd pretended it was Tyson to help him cum. He was using Jamie now and he knew it. He didn't give a fuck. He almost growled 'TJ' at the the moment of climax but stopped himself.

At least Jamie had enjoyed the sex before being unceremoniously booted out with his boxers on.

Cesaro's iPad wallpaper was one of those horrid 'fakes' someone on the internet had made (the photoshop efforts where people's heads were superimposed onto porn images to simulate a nude) of Tyson, using a recent promotional image of Tyson as a base.

Again, a man could dream. It had been good whack material for Cesaro at any rate.

About ten minutes had passed.

So far, the plastics hadn't spotted their number one target.

But then a fuming small whirlwind shot into Catering and whipped the iPad out of Cesaro's hands.

"Jamie...c'mon man, leave it," Joey Mercury sighed.

"NO!" yelled Jamie Noble who was absolutely fuming, "This prick made a total ass of me!"

"Not now Noble," Cesaro sighed.

"Oh sorry? Is it not a good convenient time?!" Jamie cried, "When will be? When your balls are blue and you fancy messing with my fucking head again huh?!"

"You're married. Ring your wife," Cesaro said cruelly.

"You think it's OK?! You think it's OK to treat me, a fucking road agent who could have your ass fired, like some skank you could just smash and throw into the garbage?!"

Now Finn and Cody were watching gleefully. Oh this was beautiful. And they didn't even have to go find the drama! It just unfolded right in front of them.

"It's not even my birthday," Finn grinned.

"It's Noble I feel sorry for, he could have popped his cherry with someone half-decent," Cody remarked.

"C'mon man, people are looking," Mercury ushered Jamie away.

"I'M NOT DONE WITH HIM!" Jamie screamed as he was reluctantly led out the room. How fucking dare Cesaro play with him like he was a toy!

And now the Plastics were poised to strike like two cobras.

They swanned over to corner their prey.

"Well, well well," Cody sneered, "If it isn't the messy basic whore."

"Fancy sticking your hairy dick into road agents," Finn said, "Just when we thought you could sink no lower."

"On your way," Cesaro huffed.

"Jamie Noble, well, I suppose you were desperate," Finn went on, "Actually no. HE must have been desperate to try a bit of cock if he picked YOU."

"And to think, he wanted us to leave him alone and so he picks someone who works with Dean's boyfriend," Cody said, tutting mockingly, "Well they say looks don't buy you brains."

"Unless you're us, sweets," Finn said.

"Well, yeah, obviously. I mean, really, did you not think Seth would tell Dean and it would get back to us? We know everything that goes on in this company bitch," Cody sneered, "Dear dear. Well at least you know you didn't get the rash from a decent otherwise guy like Noble."

"There's always Miz," Finn added, "I mean, if you want cheap and easy. Like DOES attract like after all."

Cesaro just couldn't get away. His legs seemed to have turned to concrete. His eyes burned with fury but he knew he was beat.

"Ah. But fucking Big Fat Mess won't get him a title," Cody said, "And silly us. We forgot you weren't even good enough to sate that ho's needs."

"So who you gonna pick up now Noble's told you to fuck off?" Finn smirked, "Buy a fleshlight cos that's the only action you'll be getting from now on."

"I think we should put Sheamus out his misery," Cody said.

"Yeah I think we should," Finn replied, getting his phone out and dialling.

"NO!" bellowed Cesaro, snatching it and hurriedly ending the call.

"Awwwwww look he's cracking," Cody sneered.

"Waaa waa, squish squish," Finn deadpanned, "My heart bleeds."

"You two are nothing but bitter, twisted little bitches," Cesaro snarled, "Stupid leprechaun and a failed model trading on his name who wears facepaint to get over."

"Oh SNAP," Cody said, "We just got told didn't we?"

Finn snatched his phone up and made a big show of wiping it as though it had been dropped in a mud puddle.

"Excuse me while I just shit my pants," he said, "He ain't shit. He thinks anything he says could ever hurt our feelings? Awww. No."

"Problem boys?" came the commanding voice of John Cena, flanked, naturally, by Randy Orton.

"Oh nothing Cena," Finn said, smiling sweetly, "Just thanking my NXT Experience opponent."

"Did you know he's been dating Jamie Noble?" Cody added, delighting in the gobsmacked looks of the two number one company faces, "Oops. Isn't it adorable? Anyway, nice tan by the way Randal, and nice shirt Cena did Randal pick it? Awesome. Finn, we better go get ready for the show."

"Yeah," Finn put in with a nasty grin to Cesaro, "Laters."

The two snickering bullies wandered off.

Cesaro just looked like he wanted to smash the place up and break down and cry in equal measure.

"What was that all about?" asked John, "Randal..."

"What? I didn't say anything!" protested the Viper.

"You were thinking it. What's up man?" John asked the Swiss, "Was it true?"

"Was what true?" snapped Cesaro.

"You and Noble?"

Cesaro nodded.

"Shit man..." John said, "You're an idiot. First Kidd and now Noble? What the hell?"

"Married men are the forbidden fruit, I had a few in the Marines," Randy shrugged.

"Shush," John said, "Are we forgetting something. He;'s cheating on Sheamus. In thought was bad enough but in deed.."

"I was lonely...he was there!" Cesaro said uselessly.

"You used him...please tell me that wasn't how you and Kidd won the titles?" John asked sternly.

"No! It's only happened a few times!" Cesaro protested, "Just...nothing."

He couldn't admit to Cena and Orton that the Plastics were being mean to him. How much of a total pussy bitch would he look then? Bye bye career.

"You have to tell Sheamus," John said, "THis is not cool man."

"First Bryan, then Barrett and now this, man Sheamus has been given a rough card," Randy observed.

"Oh the same Bryan you opened your legs for?!" erupted Cesaro, "How's Dave Batista by the way?"

"FUCK YOU!" roared Randy, almost leaping across the table.

"THanks," John scowled, holding Randy back, "Way to shit on your only friends man. You made your bed, you can lie in it."

"But...John.." Cesaro was almost pleading. THese were the only friends he had left here apart from Tyson and Nattie.

John was busy trying to hold an apoplectic Randy back and square up to the man who just needlessly insulted his long-term partner.

"Don't try snivelling and creeping Castignioli," John snarled, "You fired shots at Randy for no reason. Show some fucking respect."

"I'll fucking punch the respect into him..." Randy growled, a vein throbbing in his temple. Being reminded of the Daniel Bryan mess from 2014 was a real sore point with Randy. Not to mention Batista..

Cesaro got to his feet. He wanted the ground to just open up and swallow him now. With a defiant slight curl of his lips he stomped right past John and Randy and strode out of the room.

"What an asshole," John remarked, "I didn't realise he was that shady."

"HE'S A FUCKING CUNT.."

"Randal..." John tried to kiss him to stem the Viper rage, "Don't worry about it. He just ran his mouth because he knew he was in the wrong."

"He fucking brought up something I'm ashamed of," snarled Randy, "Just to make himself feel better."

"He'll pay for that, don't you worry," John said, "Best you don't get another strike, huh?"

"Fine," hissed Randy.

"Good man," John said, pecking him, "Fangs away?"

"For now," Randy admitted.

---

Raw, Staples Center, Los Angeles, CA

Cesaro was furious. At himself but also at the Plastics. Why did he lash out at John and Randy in Anaheim on Saturday? Because they spoke the truth? He was a scumbag and he knew it. Did he really think John would have his back when he was one of SHeamus' best buds? And Randy was pretty pally with Cody AKA the Head Bitch In Charge around here.

He felt trapped.

And angry.

He needed to release it. The last two nights had been terrible. He'd gotten barely any sleep.

But now Noble hated him.

God Damn it.

He pounded the corridors.

He was looking for someone. Someone he hoped he wouldn't have to deal with if he could help it but he was desperate right now. He had nobody. And it wasn't Tyson he was looking for. Testosterone was raging through his veins like lava. Only way to make himself feel better, was to find someone to fuck. Use and abuse. Make himself the big man.

He was in a hell of his own making. Finn and Cody might be vicious little bitches but their intentions were, at least, honourable. Defending Natalya's honour and the respect of the business. Finn was a fifteen-year-veteran and Cody grew up in it. But it didn't stop Cesaro from hating them vehemently. He was an asshole. A user. He'd split up Wade and Sheamus to muscle in after Mike had taken him to the cleaners. Maybe the whole Sheamus relationship was just Cesaro making himself feel better. Knowing he 'had it' after the hot mess of Miz.

And yet right now, he was heading to the toxic trio of his ex, Corey Graves and Brad Maddox. AJ Lee was currently (reluctantly) with the Bellas and Paige to work on the Divas title match later.

"Looking for the loser convention?" deadpanned Brad.

"I am, and oh look, I found it," Cesaro clapped back.

Corey and Mike snickered.

"I'll give you that one Cesaro because you are fine as fuck to look at," Corey said, with a predatory lick of the lips.

"Please. Claudio is the biggest loser in this company," Mike sneered, "A big dick and a hot body can only get you so far."

Even the Plastics' number one enemies hated him! Well he knew Mike hated him anyway. He really was the lowest rung on the WWE social ladder.

"We haff a common enemy, or two," he sighed, "How can I ruin the careers of Balor and Rhodes without compromising my own?"

"Oooh...interesting," Corey said, "Well we hate the Plastics with a vengeance. Balor needs a good slapping down."

"HE DOES!" screamed Mike, "He broke my Chanel shades on Saturday! They were a present from my wife!"

"You're loaded hunty, you can buy an even better pair after Raw," Corey assured him, "We're in LA. Your hometown. And anyway the ones you're wearing look pretty hot!"

"WHy don't we start by wrecking Rhodes' career?" Brad said, "I want him out. So do you. So does AJ. We got rid of his little spikyhaired boyfriend and sent him packing to TNA. Why can't we do the same to him?"

"Because he'll tell his Daddy dearest and we'll all end up jobless," Mike spat, "He's too connected. Start with fucking Balor. Hopefully he'll get banished back to Shamrockland with all the other drunks and leprechauns."

"Hey, at least he's nice to look at," Brad said, "Unlike The Lisping Painted Fish."

Mike and Corey screamed with catty laughter.

"Good one!" Mike gushed.

"Your mouth is always on point," Corey said.

"I need the bathroom," Mike said, "Be back in a mo."

"Want us to go with you?" Corey asked.

"No I'll be fine," Mike said, "You go on ahead, I'll catch you up in Catering. That pasta salad looks a-mazing."

"OK hunty," Corey said, "C'mon Bradley."

He and Brad swaggered off like they owned the place. Leaving Cesaro and his ex alone together.

"What you still doing here Claudio?" snapped Mike.

"You vant to be alone with me," Cesaro said, "You still want me."

"Pfft. You were fun for a while," Mike raised his eyebrows, "I have money Claudio. I can have any dick I want."

Cesaro snapped. He pinned his ex to the wall and clamped their lips together. He was gonna assert his manhood and this easy bit of ass won't stop him. He knew Mike was the easiest lay in the fucking world and it was working as Mike was kissing him hungrily back.

"Oh Claudio...you were always a great kisser," he sighed, "Just this once. I'm yours."

"Gut," snarled Cesaro and resumed kissing his ex furiously. There was still a little spark there but not the chemistry there once was. Cesaro just needed to blow some testosterone off. And Mike wouldn't say no to anything in pants.

Mike was pulling his trunks down. A dick was a dick. Even if was the ex. Two in one day. He was so attractive to men. He left is trunks at his knees and sank to them, tearing open his ex man's jeans to free that huge cock. MMmm. He hungrily began to devour Cesaro, the memories of their time together flooding back. No. No falling in love. This was a transaction. But fuck did Mike miss this. It wasn't the same paying the straights to work his hole over to ease their strained life on the road. He and Cesaro did have a good thing. He expertly massaged that incredible muscular bubble ass, pleasingly furry as he sucked.

"Fuck..." gasped Cesaro. Mike was always good at head.

The Awesome one paused to push his shades atop his hair. Those big blue eyes glittered wantonly up at Cesaro. Mike looked so at home on his knees with a dick in his mouth, jerking his own cock. He released the Swiss and flashed those pearly whites.

"Miss me Claudio?" he whispered.

Cesaro nodded.

"Cos I do sort of miss you," Mike admitted, his hormones affecting his tongue as per usual, "Wanna do me right here?"

"Somevere more private but hurry," snarled Cesaro.

"Dunn's office? Like the old times?" grinned Mike, getting to his feet, his trunks still around his knees.

"Move it," spat Cesaro.

He just needed to fuck. Release his fury.

Mike eagerly began to walk down the corridors, pulling his trunks up but leaving that juicy chunky round ass out for Cesaro to ogle as he looked for Kevin Dunn's office. At last. He casually pushed the door open and swanned inside, Cesaro shutting it. Instantly the two exes locked lips once more, wrestling one another to the desk.

Mike paused to take his trunks off.

"Actually, I want to be naked," he moaned, furiously removing his kickpads and boots before chucking them aside. He undid his jacket and carefully folded it (hey, it was designer!) before topping it with his shades.

Cesaro just dropped his pants. Intimacy was not the goal here. It was a fuck. Not lovemaking.

Mike lay on the desk and opened his legs, raising them expectantly.

"You've blasted in my pussy many times before," he whined, jerking his cock, "Just spit and go in bare Claudio..."

Cesaro did so. Mike was just a disposable slut. He didn't give a fuck anymore.

He shoved roughly inside that tight heat.

"OH CLAUDIO!" screamed Mike classlessly, "I've missed you! Don't be shy! Fuck me like the slut I am!"

CRASH. BANG. The desk was in serious danger of breaking as Cesaro started to fuck Mike hard and fast, those signature small screams bouncing of the walls of the cramped makeshift office. OK Cesaro had missed the sounds Mike used to make in bed. He was a great little bottom. Even if that 'chickification' shit was weird and whack as fuck. And the wallet-rinsing. But no danger of that. All both men focused on was shooting their loads.

"YES! FUCK ME YOU HOT FUCKING STUD!" yelled Mike, not caring who heard him, his chunky legs flailing as he got well and truly nailed just the way he liked it.

Cesaro was just cursing and snarling, picturing the cocky shit faces of his two tormentors as he took every last breath of his anger out on Mike's fat ass. And Mike was fucking revelling in it.

"Do me doggie!" Mike cried.

Cesaro pulled out as Mike rolled onto all fours, arching his back, pushing backwards onto the hot hunk's cock. Yeah. FUCK YES. Nail him. Give him what he wanted. And no stupid 'I love you's after. Just fucking sex. Yeah. Fuck yeah.

Mike's knuckles were white as he continued to take this hard, rough pounding. Fuck yeah...c;mon...make him cum...if they made him cum they were on his 'return' list. I.e he'd hit them up again when he felt the urge. If he had to jerk himself, they were on the 'no go' list. Mike was an organised slut.

He continued to scream his wanton lust to the four walls as Cesaro continued to abuse his prostate. Just there stud. Fuck yes. Just there. Good man. Good man. He was fucking Cesaro more than the Swiss was fucking him. He was a better power bottom than that nasty little spinster Rhodes. Oh yeah. More of him to love and grab during sex.

Cesaro was close...fucking close...he needed to just blow off...blast his built-up anger and humiliation inside Mike's slutty ass...Mike was working his curvaceous form like the pro he was, determined to get the cum fucked out of him...it was much harder from behind than on his back or when he rode his men.

"Want...*small scream* missionary..." he gasped, "Pull out.."

Cesaro huffed and did so. He just wanted to fucking cum.

Mike got back onto his back and opened his legs. Cesaro slid in easy and continued to pound, holding those chunky thighs in place, essentially using Mike as a fist. Not that Mike was complaining judging by those filthy screams renting the air and turning it royal blue.

"Oh CLAUDIO...don';t you stop...don;t stop now! I'm so close..." cried The Miz, his abs burning and his thighs tingling with his impending orgasm, "Yes...oh FUCK YES...KEEP GOING! FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE YOU HATE ME DAMNIT!"

Cesaro was now pounding him so hard that the desk was almost certainly at risk of breaking...urging his much-needed nut upwards...yes..he was once more imagining that this was Tyson he was fucking...he even imagined what Tyson would be like getting that amazing ass fucked...bit more...take it damnit..Mike's intrusive screams were increasing and becoming more frequent...Cesaro knew from experience that his ex was about to cum...

Finally, Mike screamed at the top of his lungs and convulsed wildly as jets of white splattered his whole upper body and even his face...oh yes...fuck yes...his entire body was on fire...his skin electrified...

..just as Cesaro, mind still filled with fantasies of this being him and Tyson, roared and bellowed with relief as finally, he drove deep into Mike and exploded inside him, the release burning on its way out.

Oh wow...

Cesaro already felt so much better.

That was good.

Very good.

Just what he needed. Picturing Tyson had certainly enhanced it too.

Mike was gasping, his legs hanging limply off the desk. which amazingly still remained intact apart from a few globs of Mike's release. He'd come very hard. Cesaro still had the A1 dick game. Definitely need to fuck the ex more often.

"Thank you," he moaned, leaning up and stealing a kiss.

Cesaro returned it. He supposed he should let Mike thank him. This was such a seedy, dirty act on both their parts.

He pulled out of Mike who was bleeding a little.

He wiped himself down using one of the tissues on the desk. So helpful this place sometimes.

"Wow," Mike panted, "Claudio, you ever need to blow one off again...call me? No baggage. Just hot fucking?"

"THere vill be no 'again'," snarled the Swiss, pulling his underwear and jeans back up around his waist.

"Oh I see, was I substituting for someone else huh?" Mike grinned, not bothering to get dressed. He was too busy basking in post-coital bliss right now.

"No. It vos just a fuck," Cesaro grunted, "Tidy yourself up."

"You'll be back again soon," smirked the Awesome One, "You never were the brightest lamp in the street, sweetie."

Cesaro stomped out. Mike was defiant to the bitter end as always but the Swiss saw a flash of hurt in those blue eyes. Good. He and Mike had used each other and both benefitted. THat was that.

Mike just lay on the hard wooden desk. He knew by the cramps he was feeling he had to move shortly but now he was just enjoying the return to earth. Mmmm. That was such a great fuck. He should have taken a mid-fuck selfie when Cesaro was taking him from behind as he did with all his recent fucks. His body count since the split with Dolph had been Rusev, Big E (now that had been AWESOME), Darren Young (that was nice, not having to pay as Darren was legit gay and what a body on him) and Luke Harper. As well as two referees and one of the camera guys. But the real big fish he wanted to catch were Brock Lesnar and his best friend Alex Riley. Mike had watched Alex's match with CJ Parker ten times over, naked and with one of his dildos inside him. He was such a mess.

The door opened and Mike squeaked in alarm. He couldn't reach his trunks or his jacket.

But to Mike's relief, in walked Corey, ogling that thick naked body shamelessly. They'd played together a few times as well. No penetration but two slutty bottoms could find other ways to have some fun.

So Mike had no issue with this.

"Hey," he smirked.

"I could hear your screams echoing around the building hunty," smirked Corey, perching in one of the leather chairs, "So. You fucked the ex. That's why Brad and I left you to it."

"Corey hunty, you know when I say 'I need the bathroom' its code for I am going to fuck that guy," Mike grinned, sitting up gingerly. Owee. But it was worth it.

"Exactly," Corey said, "So marks out of ten for the ex?"

"Ten," Mike beamed, "He's still got it in spades Corey. Maybe next time he might hit you up cos I don't think Sheamus will want him now."

"Chance would be a fine thing," lamented Corey, "Maybe we could get Sheamus? Mmm. What a big manly brute. He'd wreck little me."

"And me," sighed Mike, "He could have us both. Two hot asses for the price of one! Pass me my trunks hunty."

Corey did so. Mike pulled them on. His new BFF watched him redress.

"I'm so horny," Corey moaned, "I need some dick."

"Did pursuing Eva Marie's husband not pay off?" asked Mike.

"He's a Christian," Corey huffed, "No way in hell. I gave up. We'll find another way to get that redheaded waste of space out of this company though."

"One that got away, some of them do unfortunately," Mike said, "I'll join you guys in a mo but I really do need the bathroom now."

"I bet you do," smirked Corey, "I can still smell him on you though."

"I wear their scents like cologne, much more invigorating than anything out of a fancy bottle," Mike smirked, "Laters hunty."

They mwahed on both cheeks before going their separate ways.

---

Word had spread around the Raw locker room faster than the plague about Cesaro and Miz. Paige had been there when AJ had met up with her toxic gang of cronies just before the show went on air and overheard Mike announce that he'd fucked Cesaro. Seth ROllins, nearby, had also been an unfortunate witness to this conversation.

And Damien Sandow had been told. He was sort of a confidante to Mike. He wasn't as self-serving or as plain mean-spirited as Corey, Brad or AJ but when you work together with someone for a while you get to build some sort of relationship. And Mike valued Damien a lot after he'd been so good and discreet about the unfortunate trash can incident. He'd even covered Mike with his jacket like a curtain as Mike 'went'.

"Hey Damien," Cody said, as he passed his former tag partner in the corridor, "What's eaten you? Working with Mess getting to you?"

"I wish you would stop picking on him," Damien sighed, "He really isn't bad once you get to know him."

"Damien, I've known you longer and I know what that fat fuck is like," Cody said, "I can't pick and choose your friends but he'll chuck you like a used rubber once you and him finally get that one on one match and your angle ends."

Damien shrugged.

Cody could be such a petty little bitch. But they were still decent friends. They were friends in OVW before Cody met Josh. They still hung out but obviously Cody was mostly with Paige, Axel, Summer or Ambrose these days.

"I just wish he'd stop sleeping with everything that's male and moving," Damien said, "It's not doing him any favors."

"His choice. He wants to be a dirty, common whore, that's his prerogative and mine and Finn's to skull drag," Cody shrugged, "Sluts are users, Aaron."

"We work well together and that's enough," Damien sighed.

"So who was the latest unfortunate in his quest to become a used burlap sack of other guy's jizz?" snarled Cody nastily.

Damien winced.

"His ex, Cesaro."

Cody looked revolted as always.

But then his cute painted face was split with the biggest Joker grin.

"Oh Damien I love you," Cody said.

"Won't make Josh happy," Damien said, failing to get this and actually pretty disturbed by his ex tag partner's glee.

"Oh Damien you never fail to lift my day," Cody slapped him on the back, "I'll see you around."

He skipped away (just like AJ), eager to find his gang. Dean. Curtis. He couldn't WAIT to tell Finn though.

"What you looking so happy about? A dick pic from Mathews?" Curtis said as Cody found them looking like all his Christmasses had come at once.

"Nope, Cesaro's messiness just gets messier," Cody beamed, "Guess where he stuck his dick now?"

"Into a mincer?" Curtis suggested.

"Nope. Big Fat Mess's sloppy hole."

"BLURGH!" Curtis mimed being sick, "Wow. Desperation is desperation indeed. Megavom!"

"He actually went to the ex that dumped him and who hates him and fucked it! I mean, I wouldn't dare go back to any of mine! It'd be like you climbing back onto Punk's smelly dick for a night."

"Oh please, the thought of THAT makes me want to puke!" Curtis said, looking slightly green at the thought, "Cesaro. It's sad really. I feel sorry for him. He's so talented and so hot but just...urgh."

"I used to respect him and like him legitimately until he shitcanned Wade and SHeamus," Cody said, "But then Wade found bubba Finn and it's beautiful so maybe that was fate. But first breaking up a beautiful Hart marriage in thoughts if not in deeds and then smashing a road agent who's also a married FATHER...blech...and now smashing his dirty skankbag whore of an ex...all while fapping to the thoughts of said married Hart...he may as well just ask for his release."

"I reckon he'll work his way through all of that toxic bunch except HER," Curtis said, "Maddox is a disgusting piece of trash and Graves..."

"Graves would sit on anything vaguely phallic if he could, the dirty little sewer rat," Cody said with pure venom, "Cesaro deserves every thing he gets. Where's FInn?"

"HEY!" trilled an Irish accent.

There he was.

Looking as usual like the cat that got the cream. As it was the Mania run-up and with Axxess, Finn had decided to come to Raw not only to support Wade but also be with his new BFF Cody. Naturally.

"About time!" Cody was hugging him tight, "Is Wade fit for work?"

"He might be. Hehehehe. Oh hey Axelmania."

Another hug for Curtis.

"So what have I missed?" the cute Irishman perched onto a nearby wires box.

"On the contrary," Curtis grinned, "Your timing was on fleek."

"Let me tell him!" pouted Cody, "Finny! Guess what CesarHo has done now? Literally?"

"Offered his dick on the table to Triple H?" Finn shrugged.

"Nope. He stuck it in Mess."

Finn howled with musical laughter. This was BRILLIANT. More dragging material indeed.

"He actually listened to us, he's even stupider than I thought!" he chuckled, "Oh Codes have I told you how much I love you for this?"

"Only every day!" Cody crowed, "LET'S GO DRAG!"

Like two fourth-graders hyped on candy, the two troublemakers dashed off, mischeif-bound as Curtis shook his head, chuckling to himself. Mania week was going to be fuckery. But hey, they could never accuse professional wrestling of being boring!

Paige was leaving the Divas locker room just as her two naughtiest boys skipped past.

"Hey!" she barked.

Like two scolded children, they paused and shuffled towards he.

"What we done?" asked FInn, eyes glinting with naughtiness.

"No drama," she wagged her finger at them.

"Us? We're just off to get candy!" Cody grinned.

"A likely story," Paige giggled, "I take it Finn knows.."

"You KNEW ALREADY?!" COdy squealed.

"How does Eden put up with you, that girl's a frigging saint," Paige sighed, "I heard Miz telling Little Miss Bitchface in gorilla. The whole bloody roster probably know."

"Know what a mess CesarHo is, well that's hardly news," scoffed Cody, "Anyhoo, we're off to scalp. See ya!"

He linked his arm in Finn's and they sprinted off to cause trouble.

Paige's phone buzzed.

From: Samuel Z

Hey Saraya, how's Fergal? Behaving himself? *laughter emojis*

She tapped a response.

To: Samuel Z

Nope *laughter emojis*. He and LC are off to make Cesaro's life hell again.

Buzz buzz.

From: Samuel Z

Part of me wants to stop this and tell them to grow up and act like 30 year olds, but the rest me is enjoying it way too much ROFLMAO *laughter emojis*

To: Samuel Z

If everyone behaved this job would be SO boring. Takes away the pain of the bumps lol x

From: Samuel Z

BTW You better not still have me in your phone as Samuel *angry emoji*. Not my name. Well tell Fergal I'll be at Axxess Wednesday and that I can't wait to see him slay the fans in his matches x

Paige giggled to herself. She supposed she better change him to 'Sami' but it was so fun winding him up by calling him Samuel! And she was right. The aches, pains, risks and hard rigour that came with road life needed to be eased with laughter and irreverant silliness. Even if a respected 33 year old NJPW star and one of the best workers to ever set foot in the squared circle was reduced to the mental age of a 12 year old whenever he and Cody were in the same room. Plus Finn was a fittie. As was Cody. They could get away with acting like children because they were both hot as fuck. Paige didn't mind admitting that. Even if they weren't her type at all.

---

Wrestlemania Axxess, San Diego, CA

It was a big day today. Finn and Hideo were squaring off to see who got that coveted Wrestlemania spot and neither of them would know until it was time to go out. Triple H thought it would make it a bigger moment. As NJPW pros they knew that whatever they did would merit a 'better than Raw' chant. The marks loved them both.

Either one of them at Mania would get a massive pop from the huge crowd.

Finn was warming up.

He and Hideo had had an argument. All staged. The classic Japanese custom of firing up your opponent before a big match. Finn had chosen to drag Tyler and Hideo, with his new-found sass now his English was a lot better, had clapped right back by calling him a bunny boiler. They'd slapped each other in the face and that was the last each of them saw.

"Hey Fergal," came Sami Zayn's voice, "Good luck."

"Thanks," Finn replied, "This is a big one. Bigger than the title match with Kevin."

"Only cos Wade's watching," teased Sami, "Well go slay them. I'll be watching. We're all here. Coddles and Paige have come to watch."

Finn had none of his playfulness right now. He was all business.

"See you later," he said gruffly, hugging Sami.

"Good luck."

Sami padded away to go get a good seat.

Finn jogged on the spot, punching the air.

Don't get so nervy Devitt, he told himself. You know Kenta well. Better than anyone else in NXT. Just cos Wade's watching. Don't let it put you off.

OK.

Right.

Time to go.

He headed towards gorilla position.

Meanwhile back in another corridor, Hideo Itami was also jogging on the spot, alternating that with some air punches and some stretches.

"You'll be awesome whatever you do," Tyler Breeze assured him.

"Thank you," Hideo replied, in his adorable heavy accent.

"Here man, don't forget this," Tyler picked up Hideo's yellow jacket and wrapped it around the elder Japanese man's shoulders. Hideo did not look 34 at all. Tyler had been amazed to find out he was much younger than his new squeeze.

Hideo pulled his arms through the holes and fastened it.,

"Good luck," Tyler said, pecking him before also heading to find a seat.

The blonde made his way out to the set-up ring area and into the seats, looking for Zayn and his gang. Sami wasn't hard to miss with his flatcap. And next to him, naturally was Neville (holding Sami's hand), and on Zayn's other side was Paige and Stardust. Cody had been in costume all day every day this week. Living his gimmick.

"Hey you," Sami said, "Come to cheer your bae on?"

"Uh-huh," Tyler replied.

"You didn't just use that bloody word?" Adrian complained.

"Don't be salty Ben because you lost," teased Sami.

"Samuel!" Paige admonished him.

"The powers-that-be know that they'd be foolish to call him up without me," Sami grinned.

"You just wanna be his valet, Imma start calling you Miss Zayn," Cody chimed in.

"And? Just cos your man is stuck in TNA," Sami clapped back.

"KHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" A HUGE Stardust hiss.

"BOYS!" snapped Paige, "Don't make me separate you!"

"He's MEAN," pouted Cody, folding his suited and gloved arms.

"Alright lads and lass, got room for a small one?" came a gruff Northern English accent as the huge frame of Wade Barrett appeared, shuffling through the crowd.

"You can sit next to the ginger lemmule," Cody huffed, moving up one seat away from Sami.

Wade shook his head and sat down.

The crowd blew the roof off for both Hideo's and Finn's entrances.

"Man Fergal's thirst is real," Sami remarked at the Irishman's sultry, seductive posing for his entrance.

"Cos you're here," Paige teased at Wade.

"Oh piss off," Wade grunted.

"Yasss Finn, show them what a fabulous power bottom you are!" Cody said.

"SSSH! This is WRESTLING not gay porn!" Sami hissed, "Show some respect!"

"Boys. Won't tell you again!" snapped Paige playfully.

Cody made a childish face at Sami behind her back.

Tyler, Adrian and Wade all facepalmed. Seriously, grown men acting like fifth-graders was a little wearing. And Sami had a point. Leave the gay shit at the door for once and focus on the wrestling.

Especially as it was a fucking contest for the ages. This should have been televised. Back and forth the two pros went, the crowd absolutely lapping it up.

"You called him thirsty.." Adrian pointed out.

"Shut up and watch the match Ben," barked Sami.

"Under the ol' thumb Neville," Wade smirked at Adrian who gave him a 'V' sign in response.

OK the 'straight men' of this sextet were hardly better than the squabbling 'kids' but hey. With a match like this to watch nobody cared. It was awesome. And indeed got the appropiate chant.

At last, in a surprising ending as many thought it would be Finn, Hideo hit the GTS on Finn and covered him, Finn clearly grinning with pride for his friend as he got defeated with the three count.

It was a clinic and match-of-the-year candidate. Well if it had been televised it would have been.

They shook hands and hugged before Hideo climbed the turnbuckle to point to the Mania sign.

Corey Graves was waiting backstage. Well. He hadn't been of the Asian persuasion for a while and Hideo just killed it out there. Devitt. Ugh. Crony of Rhodes and NOT HOT anymore.

And he'd lucked out getting to interview them for the app.

As he asked his scripted questions to the Japanese superstar, not caring about his responses, Corey ogled the hottie up and down. Mmmm. He wouldn't mind a go on that.

But fucking TYPICAL. He looked up and saw Sami and Adrian approaching, along with Breeze. DAMN. DAMN. DAMN. Foiled again.

He ushered the cameras away to leave Hideo alone. For now.

"You killed it mate," Adrian said, slapping Hideo on the back.

"Where's Finn?" asked Hideo.

"Back there with his tongue somewhere in Barrett's gullet," Sami smirked, "Only Fergal."

Hideo chuckled knowingly.

"Oh...I mean...we'll leave you alone," Adrian spluttered, "C'mon Rami..."

Sami just metamorphosed once more into the heart-eyes emoji as Adrian took his hand and led him away. Oh Adrian. All Sami ever wanted was his beloved Geordie to be affectionate with him no matter who was around. He was getting SO much better. Much as Sami secretly enjoyed telling Adrian off (he thought the Brit's sarcastic 'Yes dear' standard response was adorable) he was so proud of the Brit for shedding much of his dating-a-guy discomfort now they'd been a couple for quite some time.

"Was that OK?" asked Hideo, a little mischievously.

"Do you need to ask?" Tyler grinned.

"Maybe I just want a kiss," the cute Japanese man replied.

He was quickly finding his feet in this new experience. And plus it was much better now his English was rapidly improving.

Tyler pecked him on the lips.

"Oh heyyy..." trilled an Irish burr and both of them flew apart to see a smirking Finn.

"Hey man, look, you killed it too," Tyler said.

"Not as much as your fella here," smirked Finn.

"So you told him," Tyler muttered.

"I have to, he's my er...how do you say..."

"Room-mate," Tyler said patiently,"Nah it's don't want any shade cos of CJ."

"As long as you make him happy," Finn said.

"I will, I will.." Tyler said. He, like many, did not want to get on the wrong side of Balor. The news of the Cesaro shit storm had trickled down to NXT by now.

"If you hurt him," snarled FInn, "I will break you in half. And that's a promise."

Tyler was white.

"Sure...sure," he said.

"Finn.." Hideo said reproachfully.

"Sorry but I just don't want my friend hurt," Finn said, "Just cos of how you got him that's all."

"Look dude," Tyler spluttered, "CJ and I are still massively cool. We ended it before Ken..Hideo and I first hung out and stuff...no cheating."

"THere better not be cos I'll be round for your bollocks," Finn said.

A vision in black and gold scuttled over with a creepy high pitched laugh, crossing green gloved hands over Finn's face.

"Oh man," complained Tyler, "It's Regina."

"Just come to see the cute," Cody beamed, "Has Finn done his protective dad routine?"

"Yup," Tyler said, "If you guys don't mind...can we go now?"

"I want..shower," Hideo sighed, "Finn...see you tomorrow maybe. Bunny boiler."

"Oi. Watch it," Finn said as Hideo smirked playfully at him, "Yo Breeze. Another thing. If there's no hand marks on that pert booty tomorrow then we're having words."

Cody was gobsmacked at how much of himself Finn was channelling right now. He was legit served Cody Rhodes teas. If Finn got some Off Duty glasses and started doing other isms Cody had (play wrestling for example, or blow raspberries to make a point, or develop a taste for cosmopolitans) then the ravenette will have to put the brakes on this burgeoning friendship.

Especially as Finn spanked poor Hideo who looked more than a little embarrassed!

"You're turning into him," the Japanese star said with a cheeky glint in his eyes as he point to Cody.

"I am not. You can buy the bloody beer next time!" Finn complained as Hideo followed Tyler away, laughing.

"He's right," grinned Cody.

"So what. You're awesome and I can't help it," Finn admitted.

"Really? Wow...I know we're besties for life now but my inner fan has just marked the fuck out," Cody said, "You're legit one of the best in the world so that means a hell of a lot to me."

"Too kind," Finn said with a touched smile, "Hideo's always been stupidly good at reading people and observing stuff. He could tell I was into men as well as girls simply by what knickers I wore when I went out on dates. Am I really that much like you?"

"Well we're both Marvel fanboys," Cody grinned, "But yeah. You do this (he rested his thumb on his bottom teeth), you tell all and sundry about what Wade did to your ass the night before...the way you spoke to Hideo just now could have come from my mouth. You even do my wave."

"What, this?" Finn waved in that cute way Cody always did. He blushed as Cody nodded; "I just picked it up I guess. If it's a Desperately Seeking Susan thing and annoying you then I'll stop.."

"Jesus...you even obliquely referenced 80s Madonna," Cody said in disbelief, "Wow."

"THat wasn't intentional..." spluttered the Irishman as Cody began to tickle him, "HEY! STOP IT!"

"Favourite Madonna song, you got five seconds!" Cody grinned, refusing to stop tickling.

"Into...the Groove..." Finn spluttered.

"WHAT? You're lying!"

"Nope. I keep that on the downlow!" gasped Finn.

"Into The Groove is my favourite song by her too. Cos it came out in 85." Cody stopped his tickle torture.

"And cos that beat is sick," Finn smirked, getting to his feet, "So how was doing Axxess with the Swiss thot?"

"Awesome...I shaded him constantly in interviews and nobody spotted it," Cody grinned, "That's the beauty of being Starrrrdusssssst. KHEEEEEE!"

"He was literally crying after we were done with him Monday night," Finn said, linking his arm in Cody's once more as they headed down the corridor to Catering, "I just can't even at him actually banging Miz."

"I can't even at your trunks," Cody said, "You even wearing a cup you ho?"

"Nope, I like to let Finn Junior breathe," smirked the cheeky Irishman.

"Not just that...your booty meat's all hanging out," Cody scolded, slapping that solid and perfect bottom hard.

"You call that a spank?" Finn smirked.

"Ew, calm your thirst," Cody said, wiping his hand on his mevlar suit, "Never mind, I'm sure they'll be coming off in less than an hour."

"Dead right they are," FInn grinned, "They'll look perfect on Stuart's bedroom floor."

"So how often do you reckon Itami and Breeze do the nasty?" asked Cody matter-of-factly.

"I don't think they've done it at all," Finn said, "I reckon, Hideo shagged Corbin, regretted it, and then started to get to know Tyler...unless he thought Tyler wasn't into him cos of CJ and did Corbin cos he was willing...I dunno. He likes to do stuff the proper way, the Japanese way. Get to know someone properly before dropping his knicks. Not like yours truly who dropped them on the first date."

"I waited six years to land the man of my dreams," Cody sighed, "OK five of them were with a very, very amazing guy in Teddy whom I legit loved but...he wasn't Joshy. Fate deals us all different cards. Don't go nosing in Hideo's business. He seems like a really private guy."

"But I'm his housemate and good friend.."

"No nosey!" Cody pressed his finger to Finn's lips, "By the way, that photo of you with Hideo you posted on Instagram; your whole body game is just on absolute FLEEK gurl. Go find Wade while your hormones are still wired from the match."

"I thought you didn't do Instagram, you're an adult," Finn smirked.

"I don't. I clicked it via Twitter," Cody said.

SMACK.

Finn gasped as a vision in black sauntered over and walloped him on the backside.

"Oh hi Wade," grinned Cody, "Well Imma leave you two alone."

He sprinted away before Finn could protest. The Irishman turned to Wade, blushing.

"ABout bloody time I got you alone," Wade snarled.

"I was just...Stuart, I'm all dirty and stink of the canvas."

"So? More manly," Wade grinned, snapping Finn's trunks against his skin.

Finn moaned and lowered them. His hard cock sprung free. Wow he was easy as fuck tonight. Must be the adrenaline and testosterone still coursing through his veins after this epic match.

"Just touch me please darlin," he whimpered.

"Blimey we are horny," Wade remarked, slowly caressing between those thighs.

FInn pulled his trunks down to his knees and turned to the wall, popping that booty right out.

"You know what I want," he whined, "Right here. Right now. Like I'm a ring rat you just picked up out the car park."

Wade smirked and unzipped his fly. Well as the boyfriend, he had a duty to do what he was told.

---

In the hotel that night, Hideo and Tyler Breeze had just returned from dinner downtown. Tyler was perfectly chill with slow-burning this. He respected Hideo's culture and was prepared to take it slow. He knew Hideo regretted that one night stand with Corbin and was trying to make him feel better about this totally new thing about dating a guy. Not that Tyler himself was more experienced. He'd dabbled with the odd dude before CJ so he considered himself bisexual. But Hideo had said that this was the first time he'd experimented with men. He said he fell for the person not the gender.

Which againTyler was totally cool with. He was a laidback sort of bro anyway. Nothing like his gimmick. He often wore beanies and caps when he was out of gimmick.

"Thank you very much, been lovely night," Hideo smiled as they approached his hotel room door.

"It was cool man," Tyler said, "Guess I'll see ya tomorrow for more Axxess?"

He leaned forward to peck Hideo. The Japanese man chastely pecked him back.

"I tired," Hideo gave a massive yawn, "Good night...Matti."

"Hey. Don't push it," chuckled Tyler, "Night night."

He watched Hideo shut the door before retiring to his own room, mainly wondering how much longer he would have to wait. No. Wait until he's ready. Don't be an asshat.

Hideo was just changing down to boxer shorts when a knock sounded at his hotel room door.

He hoped it wasn't a fan. Only so many smiles and selfies one could do in a day.

He padded, yawning to the door. Long-ass day.

"I heard you walk past my door," Finn smirked, "So how was the hot date?"

"Tired," Hideo complained.

"Oh you can spare a few minutes for your fave housemate," grinned the Irishman, "So where did he take you?"

"Akiteri."

"That sushi bar? Stuart and I ate there for lunch."

"I know. You check in Facebook." smiled Hideo.

"Copycat," Finn pouted, "Food was off the chain though, right?"

"Off chain?" Hideo looked confused.

"Good. Amazing," explained Finn.

Hideo nodded in comprehension before yawning once more.

"Suppose you been shugging whole time huh?" he managed with a cheeky grin.

"THe word is shAgging and so what if I have?" Finn said unashamedly, "You can't disapprove of me forever and you never seem to say shut the hell up when I talk about how amazing Stuart is."

Hideo could only just about understand that but his opponent and long-time friend was dead on. Well he was sexy as was Barrett...it wasn't exactly a hardship to imagine them having sex.

"How long before you and Tyler..." Finn asked matter-of-factly.

"Pervert," smiled Hideo, "I don't know. I want to. Badly."

"I know, I helped you buy sexy knickers," FInn grinned.

"I borrow your jockstrap?" Hideo smirked wickedly.

"You don't want to know what I've done in that," giggled Finn.

"You gross," Hideo made a face, "I look better than you in jock anyway!"

"Money, mouth."

Hideo gave him another confused look. How did you define that expression?

"Support something that you believe in," Finn said after thinking about it, "In other words, put a bloody jockstrap on."

"Now?"

"You said you look better than me. Prove it."

"What kind guy you think I am?"

"Listen Kenta I've known you for a while and you're cute as buttons but I'm taken. So get your arse out."

Hideo shook his head. Finn's humour went straight over his head sometimes. But he cheekily yanked his boxer shorts up to show off his muscular, toned glutes, smooth as silk and the hue of cafe-au-lait. He was a very handsome, sexy man. And certainly looked far younger than his 34 years.

Cheekily, Finn took a snap and snapchatted it to Cody, Sami, Paige, Enzo, in fact, all the NXT roster members he had on the app with the caption 'Hideo's booty game ON FLEEK *dancing red dress lady emojis*'

"What did you do?!" Hideo was mortified.

"SNapchatted that hot arse to my friends."

"You...my body not an exhibition!"

"You're hot, just work it," Finn grinned.

Snapchat from Sami Zayn

A picture of Sami (in bed with an incredulous-looking Adrian obviously) grinning and giving the thumbs up with the caption 'Work it girl *thumbs up emoji*'

Cody sent a typically model-esque selfie from his bed with the caption 'I hope Tyler likes spanking it *wink emojis*

Hehehe.

Paige sent a silly OTT shocked face picture with 'Slapper!' as the caption.

Nobody else seemed to have opened theirs yet. Ahh well. ANything to boost Hideo's confidence. He dressed extremely well. Finn just had to get him a bit more sexed up. He may not be able to recruit Hideo into the Plastics but he cared about his housemate and long-time work colleague and friend's happiness a huge deal. He was pissed about Corbin but chuffed to bits about Tyler.

"Can I go bed now?" asked Hideo, pouting a little.

"Sure sure..." Finn got to his feet, "You can ask me anything you know...if you're not sure."

"I big boy.."

"You might want to rephrase that," smirked Finn.

"I mean...I'm grown man, I make my own decisions," Hideo sassed with just ahint of eye glint that suggested his Freudian slip might have been deliberate. Finn just shook his head and left the room.

---

And so the Finn Balor show (sorry!) closes once more on the night before Wrestlemania. I freaking LOVE writing him SO MUCH OMFG. He's a BAD BITCH and I love him. More of the same, Cesaro just digging himself in even deeper as he tries to live his unfaithful life! Missed writing him and Miz in smut though.

So Hideo's got a man and I think their story will be supercute. Just testing the waters for now with this one.

Sorry for the brief Centon. At the moment their only real drama is John being untidy/Randy wanting that ring on his finger. Maybe after Mania we'll see some more Centon depending on what goes down. Same with much of my main roster couples tbh. Ambrollins are solid; Rybaxel ditto, Coddles missing Joshy so plays with Finn to while the emptiness away etc etc... Hence the high NXT content. BTW the Coddles/FInn ship tease was intentional. I adore the little cuties muchly but not as a couple. New Bestie ship XD.

Hope y'all liked this one!