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.

33. Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Thanks for the love! Poor Sheamus indeed :( This whole plot shows that big, manly, strong men can be victims too. And plus Mean Gay Plastics Coddles and Finn are my faves to write, like EVER. Seriously I once read this fic (Want A Man? You Got One by fangirlfantasiesx I believe) which featured Legacy (Codiase :( the memories) as two scheming gossip whores who stirred shit up for fun and this is my homage to that fic. I think they picked on Mizzybear in that story too!

Anyway we'll start where we left off.

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Main Event and Smackdown tapings, CA, 31 March 2015

Sheamus stomped moodily into the arena.

It had been a shitty night's sleep.

It felt like everyone at work was laughing at him. Last night he'd locked himself in the men's room and, for the first time in years, shed tears. Thankfully nobody saw him. The humiliation was the main straw that broke the camel's back. First Daniel Bryan and that pantomime, then the souring of things between him and Wade before finally being pissed all over in the worst way by Cesaro. Someone who fucking called him 'mon amour'. Someone whom the Irishman changed himself for! He even made the effort to learn French and German to appear a touch less uncouth for the Swiss...for what?!

Sheamus was fifty shades of done with men. For real.

The damage. The drama. The mess.

The fucking mind games.

Maybe he just attracted bad-uns?

He wanted answers though.

As he stormed through to the locker room, a tall figure sprinted to catch up with him.

A Swiss pity party.

"Stephen, please, listen to me, I was drunk," lied Cesaro, a massive shiner now on the left side of his face, "You know I'm a dick when I've had a few."

"You're a dick when you haven't," spat Sheamus, not even looking at him.

Seriously. Could the guy at least tell the sodding truth.

"Come on Stephen, you really think I want to lose everything ve had over some sad fuck like Jamie Noble?!" Cesaro erupted.

"Tyson fucking Kidd?" snapped Sheamus, "How long Claude? How long have you been wanking over that little shitbag?!"

Cesaro almost laid into him for dissing 'his' man. But then he thought he'd dug himself in enough. The shameless lies just didn't stop. He was just trying to save face. That fear of the big Irishman which once had manifested itself as sexual attraction.

"That's just Balor stirring stuff up like the sociopath he fucking is! I can't say how much I regret what happened..."

"No, the only thing you regret is getting found out," Sheamus snarled, "Now get your face out of mine before I smack it into the middle of next week!"

He stomped away leaving Cesaro looking extremely bereft.

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"Ste..." came a gruff Northern accent as the red-haired whirlwind swept into the locker room.

"What?" spat Sheamus.

"Mate," Wade began, "I'm so sorry.."

"Are you?" Sheamus rounded on him.

Wade looked taken aback. This was exactly what he was fearing last night. He and Finn had rowed last night about it. Their first row. Wade was convinced it was all a game to Finn, whereas the cute Irishman had insisted it was because he found Cesaro's actions deplorable. But despite this, Finn still insisted on coming along today. He was just in the bathroom.

"Yes," faltered Wade.

"Wait a minute...you knew?" Sheamus stared him down, getting right in his space, "Cheers man. Real nice. Nice to know my own best mate stabbed me in the fucking back."

"What was I supposed to do? Ring you up and say 'oh hi mate, how's the R&R? and by the way your boyfriend's knocking off road agents and lusting after his tag partner?' Come on Ste, that's not the fucking way to do it!"

"So you were protecting yourself. Thought so. If you were any kind of mate you'd have told me as soon as you fucking knew instead of letting me make a complete dick of myself in front of ALL the fucking guys?!"

"Who gives a toss about them?!" Wade cried.

"I do! And where the fuck is your little girlfriend?! I've a good mind to kick his head in. He fucking stirred that shit up! He was enjoying every minute of it!"

Now Sheamus was throwing stuff about the locker room.

Finn was just leaving the bathroom area at the end of the room and froze as he heard Sheamus' threat.

He expected this. Despite enjoying watching Cesaro crash and burn last night.

"You lay one finger on Fergal and I mean it Farrelly, I will hurt you," growled Wade, grabbing Sheamus and putting him in a vicious armlock, his bareknuckle fighter roots coming out.

Finn almost passed out.

OH WADE.

His green eyes filled with tears.

He padded out to face the angry Dublin native. He should at least take whatever Sheamus wanted to chuck at him.

"Hi," he mumbled.

"YOU..." Sheamus flew at him and pinned him to the wall, "You are a shit-stirring little bitch Devitt..."

"GET OFF HIM!" bellowed Wade, rushing over.

With a roar of rage, Sheamus threw Finn bodily across the room. Incensed, the County Wicklow native sprung back to his feet and sprinted at his fellow Irishman before slapping him SO hard across the face he fell, all 270 pounds of him, to the lino floor.

Wade instantly flew to his boy and hugged him, comfortingly, his inner white knight bursting forth.

"Hey, hey, it's OK..." he whispered, pecking the top of the short brown head.

"Arsehole..." snarled Finn, nuzzling his beloved Brit.

Sheamus looked broken as he held his face. His hotheaded nature had once more gotten the better of him. And he should have known better than to mess with one of his own...jesus.

And he watched Wade shoot furious glowers at him as he hugged Finn tight.

Wow he'd messed the fuck up here.

Just pushed away the few people who he thought had his back.

He climbed to his feet.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Say it like you fucking mean it," spat Wade.

"I'm sorry," Sheamus said again, his blue eyes wet.

Oh fuck. Wade didn';t think his long-time friend and former lover ever showed any kind of emotion beyond anger or jovial gregariousness. Sheamus was human after all.

Finn broke away from Wade. He was still scarlet and he looked pissed the fuck off.

"I won't bother in future," he spat, "I was doing it because I cared about you. And because Cesaro is a cunt."

"Why? Why in front of every fucking body?" Sheamus hissed.

"Because that slag deserved the whole company to know exactly what he is," Finn said.

"We've already had a huge bust up," Wade sighed, "I don't agree with this one...but...it was out of respect for you Ste."

"S'pose," Sheamus huffed before sinking onto a bench.

Finn sat next to him, his cute nice guy side coming out in full force now. He rubbed Sheamus' shoulder.

"Would a hug help? I'm a good hugger," he said.

Now Sheamus took a proper look at him, he WAS wearing a Bayley I'm A Hugger shirt. Partly to try and appease Wade this morning who until Sheamus stormed in was still pissed at him.

"Fine," Sheamus sighed and leaned into the warm embrace. OK maybe the boy was right; "You competing tonight?"

He realised FInn was already dressed in his ring attire.

"Nope," Finn said, "I just like wearing my trunks."

Wade snorted and shook his head as Finn crossed his leg over, flashing some side cheek. No knickers of course.

Oh dear.

"Don't look at me," Wade said as Sheamus wriggled away.

"So has the Swiss thot tried to lick your arse today?" stated Finn.

Sheamus snorted.

"Don't get him started," Wade warned Sheamus.

"No, please. Slag him all you like. I wouldn't touch him if he was the last on this fucking planet," Sheamus snarled, "I think I'm sticking to porn for a while."

"You've had one rough shitty year with blokes," Wade said.

"I reckon," Finn said, ever so slightly pulling his trunks up so they wedgied him a touch, "Cesaro used ya from the get-go. I mean, you were happy with Stuart (his eyes flashed which un-nerved Sheamus a little) and then he steams in, breaks you up and claims ya...and then the moment you have to get surgery, off he pops for someone else. Filth."

"Yeah," Sheamus sighed, "Was good sex and a bit of an education I suppose. I can live without a guy though."

"COuld always dip it in Miz's cum bucket arse if the urge gets to ya, I won't judge," Finn said, shrugging.

"I'm not desperate let alone suicidal," Sheamus snorted, "Look...I better go warm up. Only did treadmill earlier. Laters."

He got to his feet and left the locker room.

And Wade gasped as Finn leapt on to him, wrapping his muscular legs around the big Brit, kissing him softly.

"Still angry with me?" he attempted puppy dog eyes.

"A little," Wade admitted, "Although you meant well, love...don't like how you did it. It was a bitch move."

Finn was about to say he was a proud bitch but probably not the best thing right now. Anyway, he was aching for this perfect man to meet his mum and dad next week.

"Can I make it up to you?" he wheedled.

"Someone might walk in..." Wade grunted, sitting on the bench with a Finn still attached to him.

"So?" Finn scampered down and deftly pulled Wade's shorts down to his ankles. Wade's cock said otherwise. Mmmm.

He looked naughtily up at his beloved as he softly began to jerk Wade off.

"Ohhh fuck..." grunted Wade.

Finn stood up and shimmied out of his trunks.

"Do you EVER wear knickers?" Wade hissed.

"Nope. I wrestle commando."

"Dirty slag."

"Only for you.. they can look but can't touch."

Finn climbed onto Wade's lap, whimpering as his arse brushed Wade's cock.

"Ohhh Stuart," he whined, attempting to impale himself on it without lube.

"Easy tiger," Wade hissed, "In me bag."

Finn climbed off of the Brit and bent over, showing that delicious arse to Wade as he fumbled inside the bag. He hastily tore the purple tee off so he was naked except for his kickpads and bit the lube tube open, coating two fingers.

He moaned and gave Wade a show as he fingered and prepped himself.

Wade just jerked himself idly. Oh yes.

And then Finn straddled him, kissing him, soft, barely audible Irish leaking from his pouty lips.

"I love you," he sniffled.

"Hey don't cry..."

"I hated you being angry with me.."

"Well I'm not now...oh FUCK..."

Tight warm heat engulfed him as Finn lowered himself on, sheathing himself fully. Ohh yes...the best feeling in the fucking world...his eyes rolled back and he began to writhe, fucking himself on Wade. Wade can just sit there and look like the hot fucking ENglish stud he was. His prostate was being stabbed just right and he was losing control of his body fast already. He was whining, crying out and whimpering with desire as he used Wade as a living, breathing dildo.

"Someone's hungry," Wade growled contentedly.

"Ohhhh..."

Hot lips crashed onto Wade's.

"Ohh Stuart...oh darlin, want you...so much...please don't leave me...please...love you..."

His heart was in his mouth right now.

He was getting close already. Oh fuck. Oh fuck! He was making cute high-pitched ahhh-aahhhs, keeping his voice down but itching to just scream..

"I gotcha..." Wade growled between grunts of ecstasy, holding his boy in place; oh fuck this was so naughty. Finn's abs glinted in the artificial strip light of the locker room as he rode and worked his perfect Godlike body on Wade's dick.

"I'm gonna..." moaned Finn, "Oh Stuart..."

"It's OK," rasped Wade, "Just let go.."

"Aaaah...AAAhhhh...!"

Finn was SO close already. He was such a hot mess. Pleasure was sizzling through all his limbs and every inch of his smooth skin. Ohh Wade...you are such a stud...oh yes...he couldn't last...he was fighting off his orgasm to prolong this illicit coupling but his body was telling him otherwise...

Finn couldn't help but scream as his climax hit him like a bullet train and he came copiously all over Wade's black workout vest.

He just writhed and whimpered as he rode it out.

"Oh fuck yeah..." growled Wade, cuddling his boy tight, thrusting up into the more-than-willing-yet-spent body, "Gonna fuckin spunk..."

"Do it...please..in me...deep..."

Finn clenched his arse tight as he placed his lips onto Wade, stifling Wade's orgasmic snarl as the Brit drove deep inside him, spraying his insides white. Oh yes...nothing beat that warmth and knowing that part of the man you love is deep within you...

"I love you," he whimpered.

"Love ya too.."

They cuddled on this uncomfortable wooden bench for a little while before Wade gently helped Finn off him.

And then saw the state of his vest.

Covered in drying semen.

"Oh bloody hell!" he complained as Finn giggled.

"Your fault," the cheeky Irishman smirked, "For being amazing at sex."

"I've got to put my bloody trunks on now as I've got nothing else...jesus..."

"Like I'll complain about THAT?"

Finn pulled his own trunks back on along with his I'm A Hugger tee. He wore it SO much better than AJ in his opinion. He watched Wade start to dress in his ring attire. Mmmmm. THe Brit's trunks were getting tighter. Every curve of that muscular, smooth MAN arse and that sizeable bulge were visible.

He licked his lips.

Mmmmm.

ALl his.

He couldn't WAIT to gush to his brothers and sister all about Mr Perfect. Mr Right. He just KNEW his family would LOVE Wade.

Wade was a real man.

"I think someone needs girl time, or a kinky or whatever the bloody hell you call it," the Brit complained as he started to tape his wrists. Some days Finn was too much to handle! He was almost thankful the cutie liked his 'girl time' with Cody et al.

"It's called a Kiki, Stuart," corrected Finn.

"Sounds like some weird Japanese thing to me," Wade sighed, taking Finn's hand and leading him out of the locker room, looking for the plastics. He was gonna go hang out with Sheamus. Keep him company. And recover before his oversexed beau wanted round two before the show even bloody aired. But deep down was the Brit bothered? Nope.

"You need to learn more gay lingo," FInn said.

"Excuse me, you only picked it all up after being mates with Rhodes," Wade shot back.

"And? He's my BFF."

"What about Itami. And hang on a minute? I thought Zayn was your best mate?"

"I heart Generico a lot but Codes just gets me so much. We are so alike. We could be brothers."

"Jesus you don't fancy him do ya?"

"He'd bottom for a nine stone twink so no. Anyway. I don't do pretty boys."

"So I ain't pretty?" teased Wade.

"Nope, you're handsome. Manly. Perfection."

More kisses.

Wade just SMIRKED, his ego inflating as usual. He led Finn into Catering but couldn't see them.

"I'll find him," Finn assured him, "You should go keep your ex company.."

"Not if it'll make you jealous," Wade said.

"I trust him around you," Finn said, "He knows that if he even goes there then his entrails will be painted up the walls. Bye darlin."

Another cute and passionate peck and they parted. Finn whistled idly to himself as he searched the corridors.

His answer was found instantly when he heard Scissor Sisters' 'Let's Have A Kiki' being blasted from a docking system in a side room.

He pushed the door open and saw Cody in tiny Andrew Chrstian briefs and a FitBit on his wrist, shaking his booty to the sassy beat of the impossibly gay tune.

Wow.

Finn strolled inside.

"Oh HEY!" Cody beamed, "Caught me having my preshow workout?"

"Expecting company?" Finn looked him up and down.

"Joshy and I used to dance before shows," Cody said, "Join me. You working the dark match?"

"Nope. Wearing them cos I look sexy," Finn grinned, joining him and matching him move for move, "If Dave Meltzer could see us now."

"You are SERVING in that Bayley tee girl," Cody grinned.

"Your arse needs its own post code!" Finn shot back, "I'm actually getting jealous. Fuck!"

Cody just grinned and twerked a little. Yes Crossfit had made his ass really phat and he was DAMN PROUD of it. Plus Josh approved. Immensely. Oh YAS.

Let's Have A Kiki!

We are gonna serve and work and turn, honey!

Cody was doing the moves better than Jake Shears himself. He'd actually filmed himself doing the entire routine in a jockstrap for Josh once. Something for his beloved's spank bank.

The door was pushed open and Paige sashayed in, in her gym gear. She could drop it low (and once split her trousers whilst doing it) when the mood took her that way. She joined them for the rest of the song.

And what? This was one of the plastics' many standard workout song. And all the boys did it in briefs. Not that Paige EVER complained at all these hot scantily clad men in close proximity. Hey, Summer did it last week in a sports bra and thong. So there.

And the song finished.

Cody perched on a steel chair. Mmm. Cool against his thighs. He checked his FitBit stats. Pulse rate good. Calorie count beaten. Dance was great cardio.

And surprise surprise...

"Ooofff...nnnnn gerrofff...!" Cody's complaint was muffled as Finn sat, a little gingerly on the scantily-clad ravenette's lap.

"Oww.." hissed the Irishman. Sore arse. He tried to make himself comfy.

"Hey you," Cody smiled. Despite this being uncomfortable as fuck (190 pounds on a post-workout lap on a fucking cold steel chair when you're barely wearing anything - not fun!), it was just nice to have that brotherhood again. He was very close to Dean and Curtis but that unbreakable bond he had with Josh hadn't been there. Finn however, that was different. But rather than sexual tension like with Josh, the bond this time came from Cody's sheer respect for the Irishman's talent and legacy.

"Hey," Finn smiled, pecking his cheek and resting his arm around the ravenette's shoulders.

Paige took a photo. Such cuties. And the hot bodies were just a delightful bonus. She sent it to Sasha.

Buzz.

From: Sasha

AWWWWWWW *10 hearteye emojis*. THEY ARE SO CUTE I CAN'T EVEN AT THEM ANYMORE *crying emojis*

Paige snorted. Sasha was SUCH a fangirl when it came to yaoi/slash stuff. She made Bayley's gimmick look sane whenever that stuff was about!

"So how is Sheamus?" Cody said. By now he was used to being Finn's chair and decided that complaining was futile at this point in time.

"Not great," Finn admitted, "He went for me. Till I smacked him one."

"Irish against Irish, one will end up dead," Paige remarked, "I cannot believe you snatched Cesaro's wig in front of the entire locker room at the post-Mania Raw!"

"Techinically, Saraya," Finn corrected her, "It was Noble. I just backed him up. I think we should drag Basicaro mercilessly. Kick him when he's down."

"Oh yasss gurl," Cody agreed, "Your tweets last night seemed sad?"

"Stuart and I had a row, suppose I had it coming," Finn sighed, "But makeup sex in the locker room bitches.."

"NOT you sitting on me with Barrett's jizz still in your bussy! EWWW!" Cody threw him off, dusting himself down disgustedly. Finn just howled with laughter from his new vantage point on the floor.

Paige just giggled. Oh boys. Why did they have to be SO cute. She'd introduced them to her mum after her match at Mania. They'd truly charmed her.

Finn's phone began to ring. Ariana Grande's Break Free was his general ring tone. What a shame FInn hadn't come in earlier as this had been on the workout playlist five songs before Let's Have A Kiki.

"You are so gay..." giggled Paige.

"And what?" Finn smirked, "This is my favourite song and not ashamed to admit it."

Cody was cutely lipsyncing in a very OTT way as the chorus hit. Paige joined him.

Finn reached inside his kickpad (most handy place to keep his phone he found) and pulled it out to answer.

"Y'ello? Oh hey Hunter...awesome...REALLY?! I was gonna be heading over there anyway? More dates? The whole week? Wow thank you so much mate...yeah...see ya..take care. Bye."

"What's the happs?" Cody asked, in a perfect impression of Sam Roberts the podcaster whom was also a friend of his beloved Josh Mathews.

"Guess who's joining you for a whole week on the Euro tour?" Finn looked ecstatic.

Cody gave a SQUEE of happiness and sprang to his feet. Oh yes.

"Yay, you can come Cadbury World with Brandi and I," he said, "Bring Wade."

"You are SUCH a child," Paige said, "And he'll be in Belfast when we're in Brum."

"Always wanted to go, free candy? D'ah?" Cody beamed, "Aww not far *big pout*. Still we can have some fun whatever...So GURL.."

He picked FInn up and spun him around.

"Yeah?" grinned the cute Irishman.

"First stop your homeland?"

"Actually, I'm..I mean WE...as in, the beau and I, are going a couple of days before."

"Oh shit yeah, it's meet the rents," Cody said, inside jumping for joy. Potentially there could be a ring ona finger by the end of that week.

"Yeah. So nervous," Finn said, "How was it when you first introduced Josh to your clan?"

"I used to take him to THanksgiving as my date even in the pre-Teddy days," Cody sighed at the memories, "Omigod. Sisters used to force me to ask him out. I said no no no. And then Teddy happened and they liked him though could tell they lowkey preferred Joshy. Thanksgiving 2013 was amazing. Main eventing Raw, gold with Dustin...and Joshy and I were official. We had sex in my childhood bed. Hehehehehe."

A high pitched Stardust laugh.

Cody was unfortunately sporting a semi at the thoughts of the aforementioned sex in his old bed.

Paige was avoiding looking anywhere but at him as those briefs did little to contain him.

Finn shuffled away.

"What? I haven't farted!" Cody was confused.

"Er...I suggest you go crack one off," Finn grinned.

"Yeah you could poke someone's eye out with that," Paige chimed in.

"HEY!"

Scarlet from head to toe, Cody removed his phone from the docking system and sprinted from the room. Not caring he was running around work in tiny undies. He located a mens room and barricaded himself inside.

He dialled Josh Mathews. Naturally.

"Oh hey," came Josh's high pitched Indiana tones.

"Hey Joshy...what you got on?"

"More phone sex? Coddles...itd be nice to talk about other things..like wrestling?"

"Joshy I listen to your podcasts daily just to hear your voice. Now I got you on the phone...get on Facetime."

"OK OK..."

He hung up.

Incoming Facetime request.

Cody answered, holding the phone above his almost naked body.

"Oh hey there...God I wish I was there," growled Josh, who also appeared shirtless. Mmm that ink. Cody licked his lips.

"Me too Joshy, I was telling Finn and Paige about our first Thanksgiving as a couple cos Finn;s being SUPERCUTE and taking Wade to meet his whole family next week...and then had a flashback to...you know...hehehehe.."

"Oh I remember. You fucking loved getting fucked in your childhood bed."

"You made me cum fucking twice Joshy. And when we cuddled afterwards...it was just the best feeling in the world.."

Sniffle.

"Hey," Josh said, "You know if I could, I'd have been there to cheer you on at Mania."

"You work for TNA now Joshy. Not the same."

"When do you go to Europe?"

"Next week.."

"I may see if I can pop to...where's Raw next week?"

"Austin."

"Perfect."

"Oh please do it Joshy...even Brandi wants me to spend some time with you. Says I'm getting unbearably crabby."

"How's the Texas house hunting going, while we're on that subject?"

"Not great. Anyhoo Joshy. Show me what you got on baby.."

"Why don't you ever do this in the hotel?"

"Cos I'm busy...working out or doing Media...and prepping for shows..."

"You like being naughty at work really.."

Cody pulled his briefs to his ankles.

"Just thinking about you is making me wet," he purred, jerking his large cock.

"You made me scream when you topped last time," Josh moaned, "I've been er...using stuff on myself.."

"Nnnnnnn Joshy...killing my boner..."

"THanks a lot.."

"I mean...I like alpha top Joshy better hehehehe. THe Joshy that makes me eat his sweaty jock pouch before nailing me into the mattress..."

Mewls and whimpers followed this as Cody continued to jerk his cock.

"Finger your ass Cody." Josh barked.

"But Joshy."

"I said. Finger your ass bitch."

Cody almost shot his load right there. He sucked three fingers and impatiently began to ease them inside himself, kicking his briefs off and trying to find a position comfortable enough in this cramped space. He placed his phone on the tiled floor so he could get to work. Mmm...oh yeah...fuck...

"Keep doing that," Josh snarled from the phone, wriggling back to show how naked he was and jerking his own weeping cock, "Finger that boy pussy for Daddy."

Oh LORD.

Cody was massaging his own prostate feverishly, fisting his cock with his free hand. He'd been aching to call the shorter yet five years older than him Josh 'Daddy' for a while but he didn 't want to weird his beloved out. He got off on their age gap more and more as time went on. Josh was so not dom material with his squeaky bitch voice and height but he could turn it on in the bedroom very well. It shouldn't be allowed.

"OHHH JOSHY!" suddenly screamed Cody as he lost it completely without warning, showering his contorted, nude form with a much-needed release.

He was aching for his man.

His chest had that horrible tightness going on which he hated. The sign how much he missed his love.

Josh cursed and groaned with relief as he too, shot his wad from his Nashville home. Watching a hottie like his Cody just turn to a mess for him was still an incredibly ego-boosting turn-on.

"Oh man..." he gasped, pulling his iPad to his face, "When I get to Austin, we are going to stay up all night and have the most incredible sex.."

"Already dreaming about it," whined Cody, "I want us to just take it long and slow, me sitting on you, wrapping my arms around you so we can kiss and look into each others' eyes all night long...I'll be all sweaty and aching but I won't care..feeling your arms around me...oh Joshua...I don't give a fuck anymore...will you fucking just marry me already?!"

His blue eyes leaked emotion and he stifled a sob.

"Awwww..." Josh looked touched, "But I don't want to hurt Brandi.."

"You know it's what I want more than anything else in the world," Cody continued, "Joshua RUnnels sounds SO right Joshy...like it was meant to be. Our names put together make another.."

"So do yours and Brandi," Josh said, "Maybe one day sweetie."

"Why can't guys get pregnant?" pouted Cody, "I was so sure after Fast Lane I was gonna..you know."

"You read way too much weird fanfiction honey," Josh sighed, "M-Preg isn't real. Despite you writing it. Still don't get you sometimes..."

"I just replaced Harry and Ron with you and me in my head when writing smut ," Cody said.

Yes. He wrote Harry Potter slash fics from time to time. He got good reviews too damnit!

"Should have guessed when you gave Harry a back tattoo like mine and claimed it was a tattoo of Buckbeak!" snorted Josh.

"Hey! You said my smut scenes were hot!" Cody pouted.

"Well they were...albeit a bit wrong...and your male birth scenes were WAY too graphic," Josh replied as Cody pulled his briefs back on, "Why was I Harry anyway?"

"Because he's the hotter one.."

"Please...did you not see Rupert Grint strip off in Deathly Hallows? Woof!"

---

Raw, Austin, TX

John Cena's tour bus was parked outside the arena. Early.

Inside, the new US Champion was chilling out from an intense lifting session by lounging on the couch with a shake.

Whilst Randy Orton, clad in just his red trunks from Mania, was ironing all of John's clothes. Both for Raw and for Jericho's podcast. He wanted John to look on point as always.

"It's not hard to use one of these you know," Randy remarked.

"Until Alanna was born you didn't know either," John smirked.

"I learned because I wanted to be an exemplary father," Randy snapped, "She even asks why is Uncle John so messy?"

John snorted with laughter as Randy finished ironing John's black ring shorts and carefully folded them up. Oh Randy.

The tour bus was naturally so tidy and spotless it was easily of a higher standard than your average show home.

"Come on Randal, we got chill time before Raw, stop working! The bus looks awesome."

"Fine. You mess this up though Cena and I am breaking your nose."

John casually took his t-shirt off.

Randy moaned.

He climbed on to cuddle up to his hulk.

John knew exactly how to distract him. Just by taking his shirt off! He took Randy's hand. On which glittered something new. A white gold, very expensive promise ring. His birthday present to Randy last week. Randy had been an absolute mess. And John had bought himself a matching one. His said JFAO, Randy's said RKC. Taking each other's names. And yes, they had followed the gift giving with epic sex. John had also been studying tantric sex. So it had been ALL night. In every damn room on the bus.

And yes, Randy had surfboarded him in the cramped bath.

So what?

John pecked their joined hands, both rings glimmering.

"I wish I could wear this in matches," Randy sighed, "I still can't believe you bought me a ring.."

"It took me fourteen years," John said, "I knew it was what you wanted...well, not fully but the best I could do for now."

"It's absolutely perfect," Randy said, "Though I think we should hide them from Sheamus."

"Yeah, that was ugly last week. But Cesaro deserved it. Man what a dick," John sighed.

"I still haven't kicked his ass for talking smack to me unprovoked," Randy growled.

"Fangs away," John kissed him manfully, peeling the trunks off that still-flat but solid ass, "I think someone needs a reward for cleaning the bus."

"I do it every day Cena but I'll never turn you down," rumbled Randy, deepening the kisses and wriggling out his trunks.

He got to his feet and heaved John off the couch, leading him to the immaculately-made bed.

John undressed his lower half and lay down on softly. His thick, huge, muscular form just making Randy weak at the knees.

"Come here," John purred.

Randy climbed atop him and they began to make out, grinding closely, Randy shooting glances up at the mirror. He wanted to watch himself ride John. He loved doing that.

He reached for the menthol lube and passed to his long term partner.

"No foreplay?" John flashed the dimples.

"No Johnny. Just want you."

"Anything you say Ran.."

"Johnny?"

"Uh-huh?"

"DId you er...would you like to...switch?"

"What gave it away?"

"You called me Ran."

John went a touch red.

He was hoping Randy wouldn't suss him. He'd had an X-rated dream the other night that they'd switched and he'd turned full sub on Randy who unleashed the full-on Viper on him. He'd awoken with the biggest boner ever. He'd had to wake Randy to get relief. And he'd blasted down Randy's throat in seconds just based off of that dream.

"Johnny, since you bought me this ring, I havem't fully thanked you. Not just for the ring, but for the incredible sex you gave me after...so anything you want, I'll do.."

Randy was actually talking about FEELINGs for once.

He coated his hardon with the lube and rested John's huge legs on his hypermobile shoulders.

"Oh yeah," grunted John as Randy began to apply the cooling substance to his most private place. He just wanted to be taken for once. Sometimes when this rare urge hit him he couldn't shake it off.

Manly big men were bottoms too.

And sometimes all the hotter for it.

But John knew it wasn't Randy's favourite bedroom pastime.

"Feel nice Johnny?" growled Randy as John moaned and groaned at the touching.

"Yeah," hissed the big guy.

"No holding back Johnny...nobody's gonna call you a pussy girl for wanting this.."

"Never...ohhh fuck...thought...just..."

"One promise.." Randy had the naughtiest grin going as he rested his finger on John's prostate.

"Anything!" gasped John.

"Tonight. I get to ride you underneath the mirror until I cannot feel my legs."

"Course Ran...please...could you..?"

Randy withdrew his finger and lined his cock up against the enormous man ass. John was SO stacked in the back. It wasn't fair!

He slowly entered, the big hulk grunting in pain.

John took it like the manly man he was and gritted his teeth.

Randy pushed all the way in, smashing the rarely-used prostate and John gasped. His muscular legs locked around the leaner, bronzed, younger man like a vice and his enormous arms locked around the Viper's neck. Possessively.

Fuck OK Randy had to admit this was hot as fuck. Tough, marine-lookeylikey John turned begging masc muscle bottom. WOOF.

He began to fuck John hard but fairly slow. Touching every sweet spot inside him and relishing the deep grunts of relief as the hulk got his itch scratched in just the right place.

"Ohh Ran...fuck yeah...that's the spot...fuck yeah...don't stop..."

"Feel good big guy?"

John nodded between sated moans. He was letting go...normally he felt a bit ashamed when bottoming but this time...he wanted and needed it.

He grabbed Randy's face hard.

"Randal.." he snarled.

"Yeah?"

"Pound me like I'm a fuckin ring rat. That's a fuckin' order."

So marine.

SO HOT.

Randy began to pound the big man like he was a cheap twink slut the Viper had picked up on grindr (ew). John's growls and cries filled the bus as he gave himself fully to the pounding he was getting. Yeah. Fuck yeah. Once in a while this was what he really craved. Get his cobwebs blown out. Now...if Randy could make him cum that would be fucking awesome...Randy always insisted he wasn't overexaggerating whenever he orgasmed hands free...John was determined to experience it for himself. Normally when he bottomed he jerked himself. This time his arms stayed around Randy's neck and back.

Randy just continued to fuck, enjoying the sight of the normally alpha John submitting to him. OK this was really fucking hot. Cos he knew how John was feeling right now.

But they went on for a while, coated in sweat, John edged once or twice to make it last, Randy ditto.,

"Ohhh...fuck yeah...fuck.." snarled John, "Gettin' close to shooting my nut.."

Randy just continued to smash John's abused G-spot, making the hunk take it. He spanked John hard. The big man growled mannishly. He';d stayed so masculine despite being well and truly a pussyboy right now.

John could feel it bulding up in his legs and behind his abs...oh fuck...oh fuck...yes...yes...bit more Orton...that's the ticket...don't stop...don't ever stop...yes...he was urging it upwards...yes...fuck..yeah...

John threw his head back and let out a very manly but higher in pitch bellow of relief and ecstasy as he experienced a hands-free orgasm for the first time in his life.

Randy drove deep inside him, so turned on watching John cum that he too went over the edge and blasted inside of the hulk.

John took it all.

His thick legs fell beside them.

That did it...his need was sated.

Give it a few months before it hit again.

---

The two male bodies collided in a haze of testosterone.

The man on bottom let out a scream as he finally orgasmed. The top had already shot inside him. At last. The moment had hit.

After taking a few minutes, they collapsed in a heap.

Thrown on the bed, Mike The Miz lay with his chunky legs still open, satisfaction enveloping his thick, smooth form. He was a walking cum dumpster and did he give a fuck? Nope. Especially as the man pulled out of him.

"Oh Claudio," whined Mike, "You're still so good.."

Cesaro grunted as he lay beside his ex. He had nobody else and least Mike was willing to talk to him, albeit just to get him into his bed but still. Fucking Mike just gave him something to do more than anything now Mike's previous conquest had been sent back home for a while. Cesaro knew exactly whom it was. He'd actually seen them talking at Raw last week when he was hiding from Sheamus and the Plastics.

He had to admit, Mike had big balls to approach that guy.

"You can stay if you like, we can go to Raw together," Mike said, pulling the cover over their bodies.

Cesaro reluctantly spooned the warm soft body. Mike was OK as a distraction but he was no Tyson. The Canadian hadn't been very sympathetic towards Sheamus punching him out - Tyson was of the opinion it should knock some sense into the Swiss. Hardly.

For starters Cesaro was fucking his ex casually just to keep his hormones under control and stop him from appraching Tyson whom he really craved.

Mike melted into him.

He did miss the Swiss a little. But with so many unexplored avenues on the roster...why tie oneself down? He was just SO fancy and every man should appreciate it, damnit!

"Talk to me Claudio," he wriggled around, his big blue eyes sparkling as he faced the forlorn hunk in his bed.

"What about? You know everything.."

"Why? You acted like he was the biggest love of your life.."

Mike had taken AJ Lee's retirement hard and personally. He really enjoyed having her back after the stuff she and him had done together (most notably getting Mathews fired and generally making that little bitch Rhodes' life a living hell) and now she left. Still. He had Brad and Corey and they were a pretty formidable duo.

"Wanna know the real reason I went there?"

"Go on.."

"After vot you did..."

"Oh..."

Mike did his best sheepish face.

Inside he was cheering.

Look what he'd created! He was Frankenstein and Cesaro was his monster! He was proud. Cesaro had seen the light and realised that using your way around WWE was THE way forward!

"I wanted to take someone's man. See if I still had it. And the first time Stephen and I had sex he was so good I wanted more and more...he changed himself for me. And then Barrett got that...cunt...Balor. But then Stephen HAD to keep being friends vith Vade...and then both Vade and his little lapdog wouldn't stop...it just got worse."

"Balor is a fucking yappy little rat dog that needs putting down ASAP," Mike spat, "I've seen where he comes from. I might just throw him off the cliff into the ocean. Claudio, I'm sorry for being a dick...we should be friends at least.."

"With benefits I suppose," Cesaro looked down at their naked, soiled bodies.

"Friends who fuck each other," Mike grinned, "Corey and I play together sometimes when we're bored and need to let some steam off. If you fancy a hot, dirty fuck, Corey's your man. He likes it filthy. He's very good in bed. Not as good as me though."

Flash of pearly whites.

"You fucked Graves?" smirked Cesaro.

"Nope, we've kissed, frotted, jerked one another, fingered each other, rimmed and of course blow jobs," Mike said shamelessly, "Helps ease the tension. He's after Reigns right now. Latest target. Claudio, do you want real friends who will always have your back and be there for all your needs...what do you say? Join us?"

Cesaro wouldn't mind that. But...it meant less time with Tyson...hmmmmm...he'll think about it.

---

Cody padded backstage after his killer match for the US title with John Cena. Wow. It seemed like years since he got to work one of the big boys. It felt like late 2013 all over again. Was John deliberately trying to work all the plastics? LAst week Dean, this week Cody...maybe Curtis next week?

He wiped his face down, what was left of the paint now on the towel. He deftly removed his fire contacts and unzipped his mevlar suit. He was extra happy because he knew Josh was going to be here! Whether Josh had managed to sneak behind enemy lines once more or watching in a hotel on the Network, Cody wasn't bothered. The knowledge that his beau was watching him slay in the ring was enough.

"Hey," Dean said, "You just killed it out there."

"So did you last week," Cody replied, "Actually dig Cena with that belt. Maybe he and Randalyn are having epic sex. He busted out new moves."

"And you dug up the moonsault," Dean smirked, "Almost like you were showing off.."

"ANd what? Hehehehehe." Cody had the CUTEST coy smile going on.

"Wotcha Starboy, good match," came John Cena's voice, and the big man slapped Cody on the back.

"You too. Imma go out on a limb here and say that Randella tapped that big man ass before the show," smirked COdy.

John flashed the dimples.

Randy Orton was going to be sorry he ever opened his mouth once Raw went off the air and that was a fact.

And Cody could read Cena like a book.

"Oooops..." he giggled, "Was I not meant to know?"

"Oh I can take it," smirked John, "Just tell RKO that he better get some ice packs ready to sit on after I'm finished with him."

"Like that'll scare him," Cody shot back, "Anyhoo, I have to shower cos I have a hot date after the show."

"You taking wifey out somewhere nice?" asked John.

"Uh-uh," Cody shook his head and sucked his thumb; looking every inch the mischeivous kid.

"Ah. Your secret's safe with me. I won't tell Vince TNA stars are in the area," John chortled.

"Pinky promise Cena. I don't trust you."

"Pinky promises? How old are you?"

"29 and three quarters. Just shut up and do it." Cody extended his hand.

John, shaking his head, connected their pinky fingers. Randy had told him that Cody was still very much a believer in that pinky promise mantra stuff. John wasn't as shady as the dirtsheets liked to make him out to be. And plus he did kinda like the kid. He wandered off to go chill for the rest of Raw.

"You can't leave early," Dean said to Cody.

"Just changing, keep your Almost Naked briefs on!" Cody replied, heading for the locker room and the showers.

---

After a much-needed refresh, Cody changed into some new briefs (like duh, he was seeing bae tonight) and pulled on his tightest workout vest and shorts. Showing off the assets.

He sprayed himself down with his favourite Lacoste bodyspray and cologne before checking his reflection out in the mirror. Normally he'd dress to kill after Raw but these clothes were easy to remove. Hehehehe.

Eyebrow game on fleek. Check.

All clean back there? Check.

Intake of pineapples upped? Check.

He'd eaten cleanly for the past 24 hours as well.

This buzzcut was so awesomely low maintenance.

He glossed his lips though. Dashing.

Perfect DSLs.

He took a selfie and sent it to Josh.

To: Joshy *heart emojis*

All fresh for you *cheeky monkey emojis* xxxxx

Buzz buzz.

From: Joshy *heart emojis*

At the hotel :) You and Cena was off the chain. Don't get into trouble on my account though xxx

Reluctantly, Cody headed to Catering to sit the rest of Raw out. It was going to feel like forever until he could get out of here and head for the hotel. Naturally he might have just let slip to Josh what hotel they were all staying in but hey, it was a big building and WWE couldn't do anything. Josh was just a civilian (albeit from the rival promotion) staying in Austin. And if it just happened to be on the night Raw was in town and the same hotel the Superstars and Divas were staying in, well. Coincidences happen. Written in the stars.

---

At LAST. Raw wrapped for the night.

Cody could not get out of the arena fast enough. He sprinted to his pickup before Paige, Dean, or Curtis could hold him up any more. He'd not been speaking much throughout the show, even though Paige killed it as per usual and Neville versus Rollins was off the chain. He just wanted to see his Joshy. He still couldn't believe this was happening. Josh had flown to Texas JUST to be with him, risking his job.

That was true love.

He texted his new BFF.

To: Finny

Guess who's on his way to get laid bitch *red dress emoji* *painting nails emoji*? xx

Buzz buzz

From: Finny

About time ;) xx

To: Finny

Damn right bitch. Bae is in town. Don't intend on sleeping and def #surfbort will happen lol xx

Yes. He called Josh bae now. Despite the word being beyond overused. And what? You are just jealous.

It was a short drive to the hotel. He parked up and text Josh once more. He wanted to be met in the lobby.

To: Joshy *heart emojis*

I'm here. Meet me in the lobby *hearteye emojis* xxxxxxxx

Buzz buzz.

From: Joshy *hearteye emojis*

Already there honey. Come on in xx

Oh yes. Cody was hard already. Tonight was going to be AWESOME! Fast Lane was still a very treasured memory. Had it really been six plus weeks? Long distance relationships were tough as fuck.

He locked his pickup and walked towards the entrance, carrying his sports bag.

Two fans stopepd him for autographs.

That was cool.

But Joshy...

He finally padded inside, scanning the lobby almost desperately.

And then, his eyes became pink, sparkly hearts as he clocked the TNA announcer and love of his life. Sat in one of the coffee chairs. With a blonde labrador pup on his lap. Josh had brought Link?!

Cody padded over and covered Josh's eyes.

"Guess who?"

WUFF!

Link had spotted him instantly.

"Well it's not Prince Devitt," Josh snarked, climbing to his feet.

And then he had arms full of Cody.

"Hey...hey...hey..." he chuckled as he got well and truly nuzzled.

Cody just stared into his eyes and stroked his face, his cute pouty lip trembling.

"Miss you," he whispered.

"I'm here," Josh replied, "Come here."

And he kissed Cody completely openly in this Texas hotel lobby.

"FAGGOTS!" came the cry of a couple of disgusted dude bros who were just leaving.

"Basics," Cody shot after them. Please. Pathetic. Homophobes never got to him. He was used to Texas.

Josh looked a touch uncomfortable.

"My fault, got a bit cocky," he said, "Just hope they don't recognise us.."

"Joshy I don't give a fuck," Cody said, heart pounding in his chest. Just being here with his love was making him all funny, "Future husband.."

More cute passionate kisses.

Their foreheads touched as the kisses broke. Cody taking Josh's hand and gripping it tight.

"I love you," he whimpered.

"I love you too," Josh whispered, "C'mon, let's go somewhere more private. Thought you'd have dressed up."

"What's the use Joshy when they'll just be on your bedroom floor within twenty minutes?" smirked Cody, leading his beloved to the elevators.

"I guess," Josh grinned, carefully carrying his puppy with his free hand, "Trust WWE to pick a pet friendly hotel, huh..."

"Joshy don't play coy, you brought Link cos you know I melt when I see him," Cody grinned, taking the pup and immediately talking to him in nonsensical babytalk.

Josh shook his head and just left Cody to it as the elevator went upwards. The fast-growing labrador puppy never seemed to mind when Cody made a big fuss of him. Plus COdy was such a dog person anyway. Having three of his own and all that.

"You won't be able to cradle him soon, he's growing fast," Josh said as the doors opened.

"I still carry Pharoah," Cody replied obstinately, "I can handle a half wolf so I think I can handle a lab. Got a few years before he could even match P. Joshy have you given him a middle name?"

"I was going to call him Link Dream Lomberger Runnels but then I thought it was a bit OTT," Josh deadpanned.

"Can't have Dream. P's middle name," Cody folded his arms, "Pick another."

"I don't know...jeez Coddles you take the weirdest stuff WAY too seriously," sighed Josh.

"Name your child wrong and you could affect his whole life," Cody nuzzled the pup again and spoke to him in more Simlish baby talk, "C'mon Link, mommy should give you a new middle name. What do you say?"

WUFF.

Though that was probably actually the blonde dog saying 'put me down!'.

Josh unlocked the hotel door and opened it. He took Link from a protesting Cody and placed the pup into a small alcove within the room. A pet bedroom. This hotel rocked.

"Go bed Link, it's late," Josh said.

WUFF.

"No sassing," Josh commanded.

THe puppy sighed and dug the bed a bit to make it comfy before laying his small, cute, blonde form down and his brown eyes fluttered shut, his Triforce collar a touch lopsided.

Once Josh was satisfied his pet was asleep, he closed the door of the alcove.

And was greeted with Cody on the bed. In just briefs.

Josh peeled off his grey and black tight tee (Cody's favourite on him) before unbuckiling his belt and wriggling out of his jeans. He was in the same black jock from the night after Fast Lane.

"FUck yeah," moaned Cody, his briefs noticeably tented already with anticipation.

Josh climbed onto the bed and they cuddled up, kissing passionately.

"No rush," whispered Josh between kisses, running his hands up and down Cody's muscular back.

"Depends how much longer I can keep my legs shut," Cody whispered, "Ohhh Joshy..."

"We did say...all night.." Josh smirked, groping the front of the briefs and enjoying Cody's gasp.

He then moaned as Cody did the same to him.

They wrestled each other for dominance for a few minutes before the smaller Josh managed to overpower Cody and get the ravenette onto his back. Josh straddled that amazingly muscled and toned chest. Fuck he could NEVER get tired of just admiring Cody's body. What a fucking hunk.

Cody was aching to just bury his head in that sweet bulge. Fuck yeah. Give it to him. Just like in Februrary.

Josh wriggled up Cody's chest and thrust his bulging jock pouch right into Cody's face. Cody drunk in the scent greedily. Mmmmm. MANLINESS. Man sweat. Dick. His man. That smell that was just uniquely Josh's pheromones. He whined and bit on the black material, his hands massaging Josh's muscular bubble ass. Josh was getting quite ripped again even though he didn't wrestle on TNA anymore.

"FUck yeah," Josh hissed, "Miss me?"

"You have no fucking idea...just sit on my fucking FACE."

"Ok."

Josh did so.

And gasped with relief as that naughty tongue got to work, eating his ass like a fucking cupcake. Cody was just as good at giving a rimjob as he was receiving them. Fuck yes. Josh gripped the headboard as Cody continued to eat him out.

Cody was so hard as he pleasured his beloved he was aching. Literally these briefs were suffocating him. He needed air. And dick.

He buried his head in Josh's 'taint', indicating that he wanted to feast on Josh's cock.

Josh wriggled off.

Cody was flushed. His lips parted. Chest rising and falling. Pure ecstasy sparkling in his enchantingly blue eyes.

"I cannot say how much I've fucking missed you.." he breathed.

"Then less chat," Josh snarled.

Cody moaned with desire.

Josh was alpha again. Yes. Fucking YES.

The air was ripe with testosterone and pure sex.

Josh crawled down, worshipping the perfect smooth body before slowly pulling the briefs down those long, feminine, incredible legs and off the slim ankles. Fuck. What a body. Seriously. And this was a guy who wanted him and only him.

Cody just REEKED of sex. No other word to describe it right now. That huge dick was as hard as it could ever be and leaking precum. Josh softly jerked it, enjoying the gasp of relief Cody made as AT LAST he was touched.

His legs shot up and opened.

"Joshy, just touch me sweetie. Please."

"As you asked so nice."

Josh lay beside the beautiful man in his hotel bed and began to just stroke and caress. He started inside those baby smooth, shapely thighs before working upwards to Cody's taint and balls.

"Lower..." whined Cody, "You know where I want touching.."

"Yeah..." Josh hissed, slowly running his fingers across Cody's hole. For a few minutes he just touched and stroked, getting Cody truly worked up.

"Joshy...please..."

"Wait..."

"I can't...I need you.."

"All night.."

Cody just groaned.

"Joshy if you don't get in me soon...I swear...you'll go back to Total NonStop Awful on crutches!"

"Oh is that right?"

Josh paused to whip off his jockstrap.

He pounced. Pinning Cody down and forcing his hardon at those glossed, pouty, soft lips.

COdy had the most sinister smile on his pretty face as he gulped Josh down in one, deepthroating almost instantly, his expert hands massaging that ass as he strove to please his man.

As Josh removed his cock from Cody's lips once more (he knew Cody was such a cock slut so denying him was fun), the ravenette licked his lips.

"Mmmm.." he mewled, "Damn Joshy you just get tastier.."

Josh silenced him with a rough kiss.

COdy whimpered some more as Josh climbed off him and leaned over the bed, rummaging in his suitcase.

"Please Joshy, I'm legit begging you..."

"I'm just getting lube honey.."

"You mean it?"

"Like the fantasy, right? All night?"

"Ohhhhh...Joshua..."

Cody was SO turned on.

He watched Josh coat himself with the lubricant.

The smaller, elder man handed the bottle to Cody.

"Uh-uh. Joshy. Prep me please."

"Fine.."

The smaller man coated three fingers and slowly, one by one, inserted them into that insanely hot ass. Seriously. Cody should insure his body. Especially those legs and that booty.

Cody raised his legs between cute little screams and gasps of joy. Yes. At last!

Josh lined up, placing those slim ankles on his shoulders.

He pushed forward...and inside that tight heat.

"Ahhhhh! Ahhh...ahh..." COdy was an instant mess at AT FUCKING LAST he got what he was craving to the point of insanity. Dick in his ass.

Josh leaned forward as Cody's arms locked possessively around his neck, their eyes blazing.

"Ohhh...baby.." whined Cody, "Don't EVER stop."

"Don't want to stop.."

Josh began to fuck Cody. Not too slow. Not too fast. But DEEP. Cody's fem gasps filled the room and Josh was getting off on this so fucking much. Cody should give bottoming classes. He was literally THE perfect bottom boy by which all others must measure. The way he just worked his body when many just lay there and took it. Fuck.

Deep, loving kisses stifled some of the cute gasps.

Cody bit on Josh's lips.

"Husband..." he whined, "I love you Joshy.."

"Love you too. Hey...up...we...get..."

Josh heaved as hard as he could showing surprising strength for a man of his build, pulling Cody up so they were both sitting up, Cody on his lap (Cody's second favourite positon after missionary).

Cody's gasps and moans just got louder as he writhed with ecstasy, scratching Josh's back, and wrapping his long legs tight around his beau. Making him HIS. Marking his territory. So nobody at TNA would EVER touch that.

And Josh was kissing his fucking neck. Cody's kryptonite in bed. His neck.

On and on they went. Each man pausing and edging witha ll his might every time it got too much. Neither of them wanting to waste it.

Sweat was dripping all over the sheets and the entire room now smelled of male sweat and testosterone. Both of them were truly messes now but neither wanted to stop this incredible sex.

Josh could easily support Cody's 220 pound frame. Sex with Cody was one of his workouts anyway and the key to his Finn Balor-rivalling abs.

Cody's skin was just on fire. His legs still locked around Josh as he gently writhed and undulated with desire, addicted to the sizzling shots up his spine each time his prostate was hit. He would pause to softly touch Josh's lips with his own between cute fem squeaks and mewls.

He never felt so loved.

He wanted to just be here for the rest of his life. Fuck yeah.

Josh kissed his neck some more.

"Ohhhhhh...!" cried Cody, writhing faster.

Josh leaned up to stifle some more cries with kisses.

"Hey," he hissed, "Come for me honey."

"But Joshy...don't wanna stop...been edging..."

"Me too...I wanna see my baby let go.."

Cody melted.

Anything for you prince charming.

His blue eyes sparkled with emotion as the rhythm sped up at last. Josh was moaning as loud as he could now, Cody hitting back with cute borderline screams. Oh yes...fuck him...make him yours! Own him...don't stop...please...oh yes...at last...Cody could feel it coming.,..shooting up his tiring-out legs...yes...yes...oh fuck yes...he was going to literally leave the fucking planet...bit more...hit his spot...just there! THERE...oh fuck Cody was going to...

A piercing scream that barely passed as male split the air in two as the ravenette convulsed wildly, ripping chunks out of the elder man's back as finally he went over the edge, shot after shot spraying between their writhing, sweat, muscular bodies. Cody wouldn't stop...Josh was getting close...too fucking close...he yelled at the top of his lungs as he too, lost it, driving deep inside the still-orgasming Cody...it happened so fast yet seemed to last for hours...

Sweat.

Scratches.

Sex.

Josh fell on his stinging back. Completely spent. Cody still impaled on his cock.

Cody reached down and tenderly stroked his beloved's face.

"Joshua Matthew Lomberger...will you marry me?" Cody sniffed, taking Josh's hand with the promise ring on.

"Yes, I will. Whenever it may be."

Cody collapsed onto Josh at last. Spent. Sobbing. Satisfied. And the happiest boy alive.

---

House show, Dublin, Ireland. 9 April 2015

Sheamus walked into the arena. It was so good to be back home. Shame he couldn't do that pub crawl with Wade but they could always do it in Belfast instead. If he or Wade hadn;t been used on Smackdown it could have been possible but never mind. Wade had had more important plans anyway.

Sheamus was legit curious as to what happened with his ex and new man down in Bray. The red-haired man had enjoyed a reasonable night in the hotel propping up a couple of his old haunts in town, catching up with old friends so wasn't a waste of time by any means. Hung over today though. Drinking games the night before a show. Never the best idea but he could handle it.

The door opened and Tyson Kidd walked in, with Cesaro.

Cesaro froze at the sight of Sheamus.

Tyson rolled his eyes. Please, for the love of fucking God, enough with the drama. In his opinion Cesaro got what he deserved. He nodded curtly at Sheamus and went to set his stuff down.

Cesaro pretended (or tried to) that Sheamus wasn't there and strode past the big Irishman.

"That's right," snarked Sheamus, "Sorry to be in the way. I'll leave you two alone shall I?"

"You look stupid," snorted Cesaro. Already Mike, Corey and Brad's toxicity was starting to be absorbed. Watch out Balor. Revenge was on the big Swiss' mind. And yes, he was going to use the powerhouse strength God gave him. He had fuck-all to lose now and was no longer afraid of Balor. Home city/country notwithstanding.

He knew Balor was here tonight. Dublin, why wouldn;'t he be?

And he had plotted with Mike, Corey and Brad to ruin the Irish bitch. Rhodes was too well connected unfortunately otherwise they'd have started with him. But hey, they already got Mathews fired and forced him to TNA so that was something. Enough to hurt Cody and make his life harder for now.

Sheamus just snorted.

"At least I get a reaction on my own," he spat, "Rather than latching onto a wrestling family. Bloodsucker."

"It's not a heel reaction Stephen," sneered Cesaro, "They hate you out there. It's vot they call X-Pac Heat. Like vot Eva Marie gets."

Sheamus got to his feet and stared his ex down.

Unintimidated, Cesaro folded his arms and stared him right back.

Hate flowed between them.

It was war.

Sheamus just curled his lip and stomped out. Not in the mood for this crap. Not in his home town.

"Jamie was ten times better than you'll ever be," Cesaro called after him, "He vos straight and more into sex than you ever were."

Big mistake. Huge.

With a war bellow, Sheamus turned and charged at the big Swiss, connecting with a smart punch to the face in exactly the same place as the first punch SHeamus had hit when the betrayal came out.

Cesaro fell onto the lino holding his face and glowering maliciously up at the man he only recently was still calling 'mon amour'.

But with a smoking hot and forbidden, unattainable, Canadian hunk just a foot or so away..no contest really in Cesaro's eyes.

And then Sheamus spat on Cesaro's forehead as a parting shot before leaving.

Cesaro just wiped it off, eyes glittering with fury. Big mistake big man.

"Why the fucking drama?" snapped Tyson, "Seriously man...haven't you done enough? You trying to get our titles stripped?"

"He bores me," Cesaro scowled, checking out that ass in those tight jeans. At least this was the only time he could get alone with Tyson these days.

"You loved him once man, why not try and get him back?" Tyson suggested.

Cesaro laughed derisively. He'd sooner take up ballet dancing than go back there. He was so done with Sheamus now. Stupid thug. Cesaro could not find any man who cut their hair like Vyvyan from the Young Ones and braided their beard attractive in any way. Before Sheamus had a roughneck magnetism to him. The manliness. The brutishness. Now, as the fans said, he looked stupid. And not manly.

But Cesaro was more interested in the scrappy Hart trainee who was too good at playing Dickhead Husband these days anyway.

Sheamus stomped into Catering.

He spotted Wade with Finn. Both of them, Finn especially, looking EXTREMELY happy. Sheamus breathed in. No. No jealousy. Be happy for them.

He padded over.

"What's the craic lads," he said casually.

"How's your bonce today?" smirked Wade, "Sorry about bailing on the pub crawl mate. Do it in Belfast yeah?"

"Too much Guinness as usual, forget how hardcore me old mates are but I'll manage," Sheamus said, "If the wife lets you, we'll do Belfast. Good to be home?"

"I am having the time of my life," Finn beamed from ear to ear, "Going to all my old haunts tomorrow morning. And if you're nice to me you can do Belfast."

"Is it OK if I borrow your fella?" Sheamus asked.

"As long as you give him back."

"Is there no Codes to keep him company?"

"No," pouted Finn, "They obviously got tough and put us on different tours. Only Pac but he's kinda boring without Generico."

"You're hard to please," teased Sheamus, "Promise I won't keep him long."

HUMPH.

Finn stomped away. Literally the only thing detracting from this homecoming being utterly amazing in every way was the lack of Cody to stir up mischeif with. He was itching to tell Cody about what happened at his parents...could not be more PERFECT. Looks like Facetime will have to do for now.

He dialled.

"Hey you," Cody was already painted up and clearly backstage at wherever in the UK (was it Glasgow or Newcastle?) he currently was, "I was just about to call you. CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY PUT US ON DIFFERENT SHOWS OH MY GOD IT'S NOT FAIR!"

"I know," Finn gave him a Le Sad Faic, "I was so looking forward to dragging you round Dublin's best bars and clubs. Where are ya?"

"NEwcastle, Paige is taking me and Brandi out with the Bellas and getting us ALL into Brie Mode after the show," Cody sighed, "And yet Neville is sent to your neck of the woods instead of his hometown...anyhoo. SPILL THE TEA! How did it go?"

"How did what go?" Finn said coyly.

"Stop being basic and just dish the just desserts bitch," Cody sassed, "Wade. Meeting the fam?"

"A-MAZING!" gushed Finn, "They all loved him...and then, after dinner, he went to the pub with Da, told him it was just a getting to know him thing. Dunno why nobody else was allowed along though."

Cody fought back a SQUEE. Did this mean...?

"Hmmm...the man of the relationship takes the girl...hehehe...I mean bottom's dad out for a beer. Alone. I wonder what that's for? Gee."

Finn was guessing exactly what it was but didn'[t want to say for fear of jinxing the whole thing.

"I don't know Codes, you could tell me?"

Cody was SO wanting to tell FInn what it meant but wasn't going to ruin the moment for them. He'll get the answer from Wade later on.

"Anyhoo...oh bloody hell look what Generico's done to us...how was meeting Josh after Raw?"

"Oh...hehehehehe...that old thing? Er...I may have been up all night on his dick...and then casually blurted out that I wanted us to get married one day once I'd jizzed all over him with his dick still in me?"

Oh how fucking romantic was Cody? Jeez.

But Finn could tell even via a screen that Cody was downplaying it totally.

"Bigamist," he teased.

Cody went from sass queen to wide-eyed little boy in the space of a few seconds as he remembered the feelings shooting through him that night.

"And," he said, eyes sparkling, "He said he'd like it too..."

"Awwwww," cooed Finn, "Shame you're already married."

"I know. We'll figure something out...we're still young."

"I'm 33 and still not married," Finn said, "As my brothers keep reminding me. Dicks. They really liked Stuart."

"If you'd brought over some mincing mess of a party boy I think they'd object," Cody teased.

"If you'd have been here you'd have met them, they should meet my new best friend," Finn said.

"Bit different from your man," Cody said, "Hey, Wrestlezone ran a piece on your match with Breeze last week. The house show one. Where you took selfies of yourself standing over him and there was the little technical hitch with sound..."

After Mania, at an NXT house show, FInn and Tyler had had a match (Finn defeating Prince Pretty and tweeted selfies over the fallen blonde) . Nothing was bad about the match, but, the sound guys had somehow managed to erase 'Catch Your Breath' and replace it with 'Break Free' by Ariana, Finn's aforementioned favourite song. Finn had no choice but to just work it, changing his entrance poses to match the poppy tune and the fans had howled with laughter, lapping it up. He was so over that whatever he did would elicit cheers but still. Tyler had visibly corpsed in the ring, totally breaking character. It was just like the moment in 2011, Liverpool for a Superstars match when Daniel Bryan faced William Regal and someone had changed the legendary Brit's entrance to his old 'Real Man's Man' theme and Daniel had corpsed in the ring, Regal embarrassed but selling it like the legend he was.

It turned out that it was no technical glitch and a grinning Sami Zayn had done it as a prank!

And actually Finn had enjoyed it. He was 'breaking free', basically telling the fans their badass painted favourite was into men. If his constant wedgies and skimpy trunks didn't give that away. Tyler had complained about constantly having to wrestle Finn's almost-naked ass! Hideo just found it amusing whilst Sami teased him relentlessly about it.

"And what did they say?" asked FInn.

"Hang on, lemme get my phone, I'm on the iPad...here we are Wrestlezone, NXT results, blah blah...oh yeah 'Despite this potentially being a career-killing cock-up, Balor rolled with it and the crowd popped him even harder...' well the mother's basement dwellers didn't turn on you."

"I legit got something out of it," Finn admitted.

"Sami said your dance moves slayed," Cody said.

"Generico bloody did cos he's a bastard!" pouted Finn.

"He got you to break free," Cody said, "You sorta came out publicly. No straight man can drop it low like that. You're almost as good as me on the dance floor."

"Thats what I felt like, I was basically telling them all I like men..."

"One man. One hot Brit," Cody corrected him.

"Yes. My future husband," Finn said, eyes shining, "If Stuart ever does get down on one knee.."

Cody SO wanted to say that was a when not an if now Wade seemed to have Mr Devitt's blessing. He bet the wedding would be AWESOME. Probably in the rolling hills of Ireland. Bodhrans, and what not. They did talk on the phone a lot after all between the Irishman's road appearances and FInn had told him about Irish culture and traditions. Cody was still not sold on red lemonade though.

"What's the Swiss thot been like? You've been stuck on the same cards with him AND Mess?" Cody said.

"I've been too busy having fun to worry about trash," Finn said idly, "I think my work is done with that. We got him and SHeamus split up."

"But he's still chasing Kidd," Cody insisted, "Got to stop that happening!"

"Leave him to make himself look an even bigger hot mess," Finn said, "Though I do have tea. He and Miz arrived together."

"QUELLE SURPRISE!" Cody cried, "Trash attracts trash. I feel physically sick at the mental image of the sweaty union of their musty loins. GROSS. MESS!"

"So I may have slipped some Senokot into Miz's protein shake," Finn sucked his thumb.

Cody howled with laughter.

"OK I thought you were losing your touch," he giggled.

"Uh-Uh. I'm the Boss around here and nobody forgets it," grinned Finn, "I'm home. This is my house."

"Anyhoo, I better let you get back to spending the day with your man in your home town," Cody said, "Wish I could be there."

"Always November time," FInn grinned, "I may be on the main roster by then.."

"And a married woman...hehehehe...ooh who said that? Byeeeee!"

With a high pitched Stardust laugh, Cody signed off.

Finn sighed.

Would that be the case? Would he be Fergal Bennett by November?

He certainly hoped so.

Never know what the future would hold.

---

Sheamus and Wade had found a quiet corner of Catering to talk. The red-haired Dublin native decided that it was his turn to listen and the Brit's to speak.

"So," Sheamus said, "Enough about my pity party. What happened?"

"WHat happened where?" asked Wade.

"In Bray."

"Ah," Wade said, "Where shall I start?"

"Was it bad?"

"Nope."

THat bearded face was smirking from ear to ear.

"OK mate. From the beginning."

"Well," began Wade, "We flew out Tuesday night straight after the show finished taping. Landed yesterday morning. Stopped off somewhere to change cos he wanted me and him suited up. And it was literally straight to his mam and dad's place. Both of us kipped on the plane cos I didn't want to be that twat face-down in me stew that night fast asleep...anyway, the whole bloody clan was there. All top people. Really nice gaff. Ate so fucking much. White pudding, man. Top. Had to say grace though. Anyway. I got the big grilling and then they took us out for lunch in town. I was shitting myself, working up for the big event.."

"And what about that?"

"Well I did the old-fashioned way. Took his dad to the local. Alone. Pint of Guinness. Or two. Just to break the ice and stuff. And then I asked him for his permission to marry Fergal. And he said yes. I made his son extremely happy."

Sheamus grinned sincerely from ear to ear.

"Mate, that is awesome," he said, slapping Wade on the back, "Any idiot can see it, who cares if it's only been 4 months."

"I got grilled hard about that," Wade replied, "And yes, they did hit me with the 'are you only with him because of his name and looks' bollocks. Every which way they slapped me with it. They were brutal."

"You're a big bloke, you can take a few thumbscrews," smirked Sheamus.

"And then the rest of em arrived and they all found out. All bought me drinks. Thank fuck they fed me up cos I'd have been bollocksed and brewer's droop...not fun.."

"You better not have asked for shandy and lost man points?" teased Sheamus.

"No fucking way. Guinness is actually drinkable on tap."

"I should thump you for that," Sheamus grinned, "So you got pissed with his da and brothers...and then back home for dinner no doubt?"

"Yup."

"So. When you gonna pop it?"

"Haven;'t even bought a ring yet."

"Right, I'm dragging your arse out shopping," Sheamus teased.

"What do you know about fuckin' ring shopping?! Times like this I could use Rhodes."

"I think that was deliberate, keeping them apart," smirked Sheamus, "Just get him summat classy. Not chavvy. Simple. Any idiot can do that so you'll be OK."

"Dickhead. Might do it on his birthday. Got 3 months yet."

"He'd like it more with a ring bought in his hometown. And I'm telling ya now mate, f you go near Argos you'll get a brogue kick right in the chops."

"I'm not a sappy type Ste. And I'm not a cheap bastard either. Christ...bad enough he's a Spurs supporter..."

Sheamus howled with laughter.

"I did warn him when you first got together that it could cause problems.."

"We just agree to disagree and if Preston ever play Spurs to just watch it in separate rooms. So yeah. OK mate I could use some help actually..."

"Do ya a deal," Sheamus grinned, "I'll give you a hand buying rings...if you come out pub crawling in Belfast with me tomorrow."

"Done," Wade said, "I might have to ask Fergal..."

Two arms wrapped around him at that point and the Brit felt nuzzling at his neck.

"Ask me what?" Finn whispered, peppering his beloved's neck with kisses.

Wade jumped a little, hoping the cute Irishman hadn't heard everything.

"Er...this pub crawl...would it be OK if I went out with Ste in Belfast, I think I owe him some lad time?"

Finn thought about it, continued to nuzzle and generally be cute.

Sheamus grinned warmly, not jealous at all. He was over Wade in that respect. And plus with the new-found knowledge..

"Course you can," Finn said after a while, "Just don't get so wankered you can't perform.."

His eyes glinted mischeivously.

Sheamus snorted.

"I don't think there's any danger of that," Wade smirked, flipping Sheamus off.

"Got photos of the meet the parents?" asked the bigger Irishman as Finn climbed onto Wade's lap, making himself quite comfortable. Obviously with Wade he was ten times more tactile than with Cody.

"Hello trouble.." chuckled Wade.

"Hi," Finn beamed, "Yesterday was the best ever. THank you. They loved you."

Sheamus averted his eyes as deep kissing went on.

"Course," Wade said, picking up his iPad, "Want me to go through them?"

"Nah pass it here. Now please warn me if there's any porn on here?"

"Me? Little me?" Finn did his Cody-esque thumb in mouth thing and Wade rolled his eyes.

"That means my eyes are liable to burn," Sheamus teased, taking the iPad and opening the camera roll. Whoa. He saw some very naughty thumbnails...but it was Wade's and he'd seen THAT all before anyway.

Scroll down.

Better.

Finn climbed off Wade's lap and kneeled behind Sheamus, explaining eagerly who everyone was, where they were etc. Bless him.

Wade had to admit, now he'd done the big deed and got the blessing, would Finn and Sheamus been a good couple? Both from the same part of Ireland for one. And Sheamus was also Finn's type - rough and manly.

"That's cute," Sheamus remarked at a photo of Finn and Wade sat on the sofa, cuddled up and both smiling.

"Sister took that," Finn said, eyes sparkling.

Sheamus continued scrolling...whoa. A photo of FInn smouldering with a towel covering his modesty. Very reminiscent of *that* infamous snap John took of Randy doing the same.

"Bloody hellfire, you said there was no porn on this thing!" he spluttered.

"Oh that, thought STuart might want a new lock screen," Finn grinned naughtily.

"What?" Wade asked.

"I may have stolen your iPad whilst you were brushing your teeth," Finn giggled.

"You...little.."

Sheamus hastily scrolled. Aww. Some couply selfies on Bray beach.

A pretty studly shot of Wade in swim shorts.

And that was the end.

Sheamus handed the iPad back to the Brit.

"What's this bloody photo," Wade hissed, scrolling and spotting it. Mmmm. Yes he would be marrying that soon. He quickly made it his lock screen. He wasn't mad at Finn at all.

Finn's phone rang.

Break Free.

He blushed as Sheamus gave him a WTF look.

"Hello?"

"Yo Finny...hope you're not on Wade's dick right now but I have news..when we're all back in the States, Joshy wants to do a double date. You and Wade and us."

Cody. Who else.

Finn beamed.

"Omigod, awesome," he gushed, "Does he still hate me?"

"He doesn't hate you, silly.."

"He was all distant when we hung out in Orlando before Christmas...he said himself he was scared of me."

"I've talked about you like all the time, said you're not a bunny boiler, you just love hard. And cos you're my bestie he wants to start over."

"I want to make a better first impression. To be fair Gabriel was about that day too..lemme just ask Stuart."

He pulled the phone from his ear.

"What do you want to ask?" Wade deadpanned, but smirking in his usual Bad News way.

"Codes wants you and me to double date with him and Mathews," FInn gushed, "Please say yes."

"As long as you don't put Twitter photos up, TNA fraternisation with the enemy and all that bollocks," Wade said.

"Relax darlin, Charlotte's married to a TNA guy," Finn reminded him, "So that a yes?"

"Yup."

"AWESOME. Love you. *MWAH!* Hey Codes? Yeah he said yes! Can't wait! You can pick the location! See you soon...hang on, you still going to Cadbury World tomorrow?"

"Depends if Brandi wants to. She's got her eye on feeding penguins at Birmingham Sea Life Centre."

"You should do what she wants really...anyhoo...see you soon! Hopefully we'll be on ONE show together on this bloody tour."

"I hope so too...hehehe...by the way I wanna hear details about the meeting the family as you were pretty vague earlier..."

"I'll tell you in person when I next see you sweets...I have lots of photos as does Stuart. I better go...sorry...much love, see ya soon."

"Byeeeee.."

He hung up.

And then climbed back onto Wade's lap.

"Double dates seem to be a curse," smirked Sheamus.

"Well I wasn't the one stirring the shit up," Finn said, shrugging, "That'll be the hairy-arsed witch doctor who frigs married men."

Both Sheamus and Wade winced. Sheamus was cheering inside. Insulting his most recent ex was better than any medicine right now.

"Gonna be weird seeing Mathews again," Wade remarked.

"I feel bad, I scared the poor bloke in December," Finn said, "We won't act too gay.."

"What I'm afraid of," teased Wade, ruffling Finn's hair.

Cesaro wandered into Catering at that point and froze when he saw the three men he hated most in the world all sat there, being happy. Ugh.

Why were they allowed to be happy when he couldn't have Tyson?

Mike caught up with him.

"Claudio," he whined, "I'm not feeling well."

"What's up?" asked Cesaro.

"Bad stomach," Mike sighed, rubbing it, "I think I might just be able to hold it together for the show. Afraid you can't play with me tonight. And no Corey."

"S'OK," Cesaro said.

"Still no luck getting Tyson?" asked Mike.

Mike seemed to be all for Cesaro's relentless quest for Canadian married ass. The Swiss had thawed a lot towards his ex this past week (sleeping with him twice already had kinda helped that). He wouldn't contemplate getting back with Mike but he was good to fuck as a distraction. And Mike seemed happy with casual fucking.

"I don't know vot else to do, wifey is with him everywhere," he sighed, "And he's still pissed at me. He sides vith Stephen."

"Pfft. Only cos people are scared of that ginger oaf," Mike scoffed, "Look at him. What a tragic hair DON'T! You're better off out of it Claudio. Oh by the way. Brad told me. He caught Noble in bed with Mercury. Low self-esteem olympics or what?"

Cesaro snorted. Well now Jamie had his own pity fuck to deal with. At least the little shit would leave the Swiss alone now.

"We're working on an awesomesauce plan to take that little rat Balor down," Mike went on, shooting daggers at Finn sat on Wade's lap still, "Can't believe he's copying Madonna and wearing the Irish flag as a cape. Someone should yank it so he falls off the turnbuckle. Or stage."

"Be too quick and easy," Cesaro snarled, "I want to make zat little turd suffer."

"He is easy on the eyes though," admitted Mike, "Corey still wants to climb that. I wouldn't kick him out my bed. Sorry, Claudio."

"Could get Corey to sleep vith him?" Cesaro suggested, "Get him so drunk he doesn't remember it."

"Too obvious," Mike said, "Anyway, I was thinking...set up a honeytrap for Barrett."

Cesaro grinned nastily.

Yes.

Balor was SUCH a psycho bitch when it came to anything to do with Wade.

"Who though?" he asked, "I'm happy just breaking Balor's bones."

"You'll lose your title and thus lose Kidd with it," Mike said, "You have to fight the Plastics with fire, hunty. Balor is cold, hard, plastic. You need to melt it. He would go batshit if Barrett cheated on him with, I dunno, Corey?"

"But Corey had him, remember?"

"And Corey would go back there all too easily. Plus Corey's got a smart mouth so he could tear Balor to pieces in addition to fucking his darling Wade."

Mike smirked evilly under his shades.

Cesaro smirked back.

This was an unholy alliance but if it meant getting back at his number one enemy...

"And vot about RHodes?" he asked.

"I fixed it by doctoring the booking for the shows, he was originally down to be here in Dublin but instead he's in England. Small victories are best with that vinegary little fish-faced spinster. Until Daddy and brother dearest leave the company he's untouchable sadly."

Mike scowled.

"Let me know ven this plan starts taking shape," Cesaro said.

"Will do Claudio. Please excuse me. Oww."

Mike darted from Catering, holding his stomach.

"Look what the cat sicked up," snarled Wade, clocking Cesaro.

Cesaro wandered over, totally unintimidated.

"I see you've gone back to dipping it in the bucket factory," deadpanned Finn, "I guess you'll just screw anything if it stays still long enough. Just proves there is someone for everyone. Turns my stomach but you know, whatever floats your boat and all that."

Sheamus was gripping the table and glaring at the bold Swiss. He had some fucking nerve.

"You don't scare me Balor," Cesaro snorted.

"Oh really? Would you like me to show everyone the photos of you flat on your face in the showers in Cleveland, my boot print on your arse along with a rash?" Finn raised an eyebrow.

Cesaro paled a little.

"One send and ooooopsss...the internet will know you let a 190 pounder reduce you to the crying mess you are," Finn went on, voice cool and calm.

"Fergal, leave it," whispered Wade into his beau's ear.

"And there's also the photo of you on your knees, begging Codes and me for mercy,c rying like the bitch you are with chocolate protein shake all over your stupid head," Finn finished, referring to the time he and Cody had gone in hard on Cesaro after the Swiss had screwed Mike backstage a few weeks ago.

"'Kin'ell," Wade breathed.

Cesaro shook with fury. THe little BASTARD. Even without Cody he still managed to get to him? Was it because the Swiss knew he was beat with Sheamus and Wade there too...Sheamus looking closer and closer to jumping him every second?

He turned on his heel and stomped away.

Finn climbed off Wade's lap.

"Fergal.." growled Wade.

THe small Irishman ignored him and tiptoed after his nemesis.

As Cesaro approached the food table, Finn calmly stuck his foot out and skilfully tripped the big guy up, sending him face first into a bowl of claggy mayonnaise-based pasta salad.

Cesaro just froze, face full of slimy dressing and overcooked fusilli spirals. Once again, he'd been beaten. How the fuck did it happen every single time? Any face he'd thought he'd managed to salvage since his dirty linen had been publicly aired at Raw in Fresno, had just been extinguished by cheap pasta salad.

Finn's derisive laughter ringing in his ears.

Wade was snorting behind his hand as he saw Finn take a photo.

He looked over at Sheamus whose lip curled just visibly.

"Go on mate, laugh," the Brit said.

Sheamus's vermilion-trimmed, ivory-skinned features slowly split into guffaws as at last, he saw his ex for the tragic trainwreck he'd become and laughed. He laughed and laughed.

---

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, too much FInnade and not enough Sheamus...I know! I had to do some quick brushing up on my Irish geography to realise that both our hot Irishman hail from the same region...I didn't see Sheamus as the type to feel sorry for himself and he's got the solid friendship with Wade to prop him up throughout the heartbreak. They're proof exes can stay friends. I'm not pairing Sheamus up with anyone for a long while, I think the poor bloke's had enough drama now! He's managed to laugh at Cesaro's misfortunes now so he's on the way to getting over it.

Cesaro seems to have allied himself with Miz for the time being. Guess desperation rules the roost over in that camp. And there is trouble brewing. I gave cutie pie Finn a happy chapter but rest assured Swiss Superman is out for revenge now. Especially after being humiliated yet again.

Big Jody smut scene in the middle. Well Coddles is allowed fun too, right?

And some Centon (with a twist) for the Johnny/Randal fans ;)

Hope y'all like this! I'm on a roll at the moment! x