Chapter 35
THANKS to all who reviewed! Sorry for my gushy PMs but I always appreciate feedback and neglected showing it lately! I legit thought I may have gone a bit too far with the kinky Centon but looks like y'all liked it. John is gonna have LOTS of fun with his new toy. Keep Randall under control ;)
I know, I know, Sheamus needs more action but he's taking a break RN (wouldn't anyone after the crap he's been dealt throughout the story?)
And finally, poor ickle FInn :( He's lost his BFF :'(. We begin where we left off, London.
Sheamus padded into the hotel bar to catch a quick drink before heading to the arena for Smackdown and Main Event tapings. He certainly wouldn't look at big Randy the same way again. How did Cena do that? Ten out of ten for man points for the US Champ.
It did make the big Irishman a little jealous. But then he collected himself. No. Stay away from lads for a while. Nothing but trouble. Or if he must, keep it casual. No falling in love bollocks. But there wasn;t many left on the roster that were his type - he liked them rough and manly. He was over Wade in that respect though and was legit happy for the Brit.
As he walked over to the bar, he saw a short figure in a smart black dress shirt slouched over the bar, mooning over a photo on his phone.
"Alright," he said.
"Oh...hi Sheamus," mumbled FInn Balor, sniffling.
"What's up? Is it because Cena was an arse and barred you from lunch in Charing Cross?"
"No..."
"Shit, you and Stuey haven't..."
"No!" Finn said fiercely.
"What's up then?"
"Fallen out with Cody. He slapped me."
"What the hell for?"
"Accused me of stuff."
"What sort of stuff?"
"Implying I'm suffocating him."
"You do spend all your free time with him..."
"And? We're best friends, Farrelly! Best friends spend time together!"
"Not living in each other's pockets mate...why did you really come on the road? Don't take this the wrong way but...do you...y'know...like young Stardust?"
"No! Jesus CHRIST why does everyone ASK ME THAT? So you're not allowed to show how close you are to friends without EVERYONE assuming you want to jump their fucking bones?! Where's Stuart anyway? And why was I barred?"
"Er...no reason, just lads stuff," Sheamus said airily.
Those angry green eyes narrowed at him as Finn frowned, suspicion flashing all over his face like a squad car's light bar.
"Lads stuff, hey?"
"Yeah..."
"Show me. Show me photos."
"Huh?"
"I said...show me photos. I want proof."
Sheamus was a little un-nerved. THis guy was beyond possessive. Or just majorly insecure. He went with the latter. This actually, now it came to him, reminded him of stuff John told him and Wade about Randy.
There was only a couple of photos. Wade and John Cena arm wrestling.
He showed Finn who made a sceptical sound.
"Mate.." Sheamus sighed, "You've got issues."
"OH HAVE I NOW?" screamed Finn, bringing the lightly-crowded bar to silence.
"You need to chill," Sheamus went on, "You can't be in someone's face 24/7."
"No. Because they might get bored of namedropping Prince bloody Devitt and find the next big thing to attach themselves to," spat Finn, eyes leaking.
Sheamus raised his eyebrows.
"But until you signed here, you could walk into any pub in Dublin and Bray and you'd just be an average joe bloggs unless someone watched NJPW," he said, "Now you'll get stopped for pictures when you're trying to go for a slash. It's part of working for Vince. Gets easier."
"I hate it," Finn sniffled, "I never got into this game for the fame or glory. Reactions are nice though...I just want to wrestle. And marry the man of my dreams.."
"Two shandies ,mate," Sheamus instructed the barman, "Talk to us. Stuey'll be down in a sec. He's just showering."
"Why? You only went out for lunch. HE'S GOT SOMEONE UP THERE... I BET IT'S FUCKING MIZ!"
He sprinted from the bar.
"Hold the shandies," Sheamus sighed at the nonplussed barman and took on after his fellow Dublin native, "Wait!"
Finn was on a mission now. The paranoia was in full swing. His anger at himself for his big mouth costing his beautiful friendship with Cody combined with the annoyance that Cena barred him from being Wade's guest at lads lunch had consumed him. Sami was right - he was just insecure underneath his razor-sharp tongue and quick wit. His biggest worry when signing with WWE was people trying to use his name to give themselves a rub and then discarding him once they'd taken what they wanted. Was he really that bad a person? He only wanted to be nice to people. He'd turned up his Bad Bitch persona to impress the big WWE names. He was by nature a bit of a sass queen though.
He sprinted up the stairs and down the corridors towards his and Wade's hotel room. He pounded the door furiously.
"OPEN UP STUART BENNETT!" he roared as Sheamus caught him.
"Don't be so rash!" hissed the bigger man.
"OPEN UP!" screamed Finn.
"What the bloody HELL!" Wade, a towel around his shoulders and boxers on, pulled the door open. That pub was a sweatbox and his black tee had had undesirable pit stains! Couldn't a man shower in peace these days?
"Who ya got in there? C'mon! Out with it!" spluttered Finn.
"What?" Wade looked gobsmacked. Who the fuck had been filling his boy's head with crap like that?! Bloody Cena barring him! Wade had a good mind to knock the US Champion out.
He looked over at a very apologetic-looking Sheamus.
"Sorry.." muttered Sheamus.
"Not your fault mate.." Wade huffed, "Cena being his hypocritical self..."
"Tried to...he reckons you got someone in there.." Sheamus sighed.
"DAMN RIGHT!" Finn screamed, barging into the room, shoving roughly past Wade.
Wade scowled, his jaw set. He slammed the door shut.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" he roared.
Finn froze, startled.
He turned, chest heaving in and out, to face his man defiantly.
"I.."
"You come running up here, shouting the fuckin' odds...when there's fans AND media here...for what?! Just because I went to the pub with my mates and decided to shower and change..."
"YOU...might...have...you were AGES...didn't tell me you were back..."
"Do I have to tell you everytime I go for a slash?"
"No but would have been nice..."
"OK. What the bloody hell's eaten you?"
"Nothing..." Scowl. Huff. Pout. Kicking of bed. Stubbing of toe.
"Liar." Wade took the towel from around his shoulders and went to hug him.
Sniffling sounded into his chest. Awwwwwwwwww.
Wade rubbed the black-shirted back. Wow. He didn't realise Finn was so emotional.
"Don't cry," he muttered.
"Sorry..." Finn looked up at him, "I...er...got..."
"It's fine...just...don't make a bloody song and dance if I don't let you know where I am. You know if I got held up I'd text ya at least.."
"Not just that...Cody hates me."
"What? The dream team? Split up already?"
"Yeah...Layla's back...and he ignored me...I got pissed off...and he snapped at me...I uh...got fresh with his wife and he didn't like it..."
"Can you blame him?" Wade said, "Look love...I know what you're like...but sometimes you gotta give a bloke a bit of space. Not everyone in wrestling is a self-serving prick."
"Majority of them are, all want the fame, the glory..."
"Yeah. And they're the ones who usually go tits up. AKA Miz. Gabriel."
"Your exes." SCOWL.
"Yep. One was a jobber to everyone, the other one was responsible for the worst Wrestlemania main event in history and is now paying the sexually frustrated of the roster to shag him. Stop worrying."
"Sorry..."
Finn looked very sheepish.
"S'OK," grunted Wade, "Just engage head before opening gob. Just cos Rhodes spent a few minutes with Layla, who is one of his oldest friends here doesn't mean he's bored of you..."
"Lost him for good.."
"Just give him a few hours to forget about it and talk to him at the show."
"I love you Stuart..."
Soppy kisses. Wade chuckled as he kissed those soft lips back.
"Cena took the royal piss out of me when I showed him my scar."
He turned to indicate the 'F' shaped cut on his back.
"Ooops..." Finn giggled, "Looks like I have some making up to do then..."
He sank to his knees and whipped Wade's boxers down.
"FUuuckk..." Wade barely had time to think before his rapidly hardening cock was engulfed by Finn's hot, keen mouth.
Sheamus was on his own hotel bed. What a drama. Wade certainly had his hands full. Now he was glad he wasn't in a relationship. He didn't miss all THAT crap. Having to state your exact whereabouts every time you went anywhere alone.
A knock sounded on his door.
Curious, he went to answer it.
"Hey man," Dolph Ziggler grunted.
"What's the craic?" asked Sheamus.
"Just got off the phone," Dolph said, "You heard what they got planned for us at Extreme Rules?"
"We've got a match?"
"Yup. You'll never guess what it is."
"Surprise me? Guinness on a pole?"
"Nope. Kiss Me Arse."
"That was a crappy accent. Don't take the piss, fella."
"That's what it is. Me vs you. Kiss Me Arse. As in, McMahon's club."
Sheamus roared with laughter. What the bloody HELL?! Oh jesus, Cena was gonna have a field day with this one.
"Exactly man," Dolph sniggered, "Must have heard you were recently single."
"You're not my type mate," Sheamus said.
"Never said I wanted that bro," Dolph shrugged, "Kinda don't wanna mess with dudes after the Miz mess. Not only did I lose a good boyfriend, lost a long-time buddy and broski too."
"Sucks what happened, even if, no offence, Miz is a royal pain in the arse. You heard what he's doing?"
"Paying anyone with blue balls to blow a load up him? Yep, it's talk of the locker room man."
"Sad," Sheamus said.
"Yeah." Dolph replied, "But I feel bad, kinda my fault. Should have taken it a bit more seriously. Then he wouldn't have dumped my ass and decided to take over Barbie's old role.."
"You're quite the bitch," Sheamus smirked.
"Me? Nah. Just state the obvious, bro. That's your fellow countryman's job, man that guy's tongue is acid...I heard about the Prada shades too."
"Just had some drama with ol' Devitt," Sheamus sighed, "He is extremely high maintenance. Stuey's currently trying to calm him down cos he reckoned he was cheating on him."
"So that's what all the yellin' was about earlier.."
"Suppose I should check they're all good. OK mate, see ya later."
"Laters man," Dolph nodded at him and walked out.
Sheamus thought for a minute. Nice to know that Ziggler wasn't totally a stuck-up prick. But really? A Kiss My Ass match? Suppose he could have fun with it. He tiptoed down the corridor to where he knew Wade and Finn's room was.
A Do Not Disturb sign.
Well. At least that answered his worry.
Finn was on all fours, gripping the bedsheet and crying out like a common rent boy as the huge figure of his beloved Brit Wade slammed in and out of his pert, smooth, solid arse, digigng his fingers into the younger man's flesh. Wade was being rough with him. Punishing him. And he fucking LOVED it.
Red hand marks were visible on Finn's arse.
He'd asked Wade to give him a spanking.
And then throw him down and take him.
He didn't bother to fight back. And now his prostate was getting gloriously battered. And...he was filming the whole thing on his phone.
He leaned up, moaning needily.
"Ahh...ahh...kiss..."
He turned his head to Wade who roughly devoured his lips. Finn just moaned into his mouth. Wade wrapped his long, thick arms tight around the writhing, ripped, smaller man, holding him tight and claiming him as his own.
"Fuck yeah," he growled, "Could fuck you forever.."
"Please...do.."
"On yer fuckin back."
"Yes sir..." whined Finn.
Wade threw him down like a piece of trash and pulled out.
Finn rolled around and folded himself in half, exposing his reddening hole. Yeah. Make him YOURS, Barrett.
"Don';t stop until you've fuckin spunked in me.." he whimpered.
SPANK.
A cry of pleasured pain.
"You don't tell me what to fookin do.." snarled Wade, shoving inside him without warning, stabbing him in the prostate. Finn screamed this time.
Wade clapped his hand over the Irishman's pretty mouth.
"Shut the fuck up or I'm gaggin ya."
"Shut me up then."
Wade began to long fuck the desperate mess beneath him like he was a rent boy. Using him as a sex doll. Not kissing him, not touching him. Just fucking him. And FInn was LAPPING it up, crying out louder and louder, wanting the whole fucking world to hear him being ravished by his beloved Brit.
Keep hitting his spot! Yes...just there...please...he wasn't going to last...not like this...Wade was touching his spot SO good...it was no good...he cou;dn't stave it off...
"M'gonna'cum.."
"Fuckin do it..." snarled Wade between manly growls and grunts, continuiung to just use Finn as a fleshlight.
Finn yanked Wade to him and bit hard on his lip as his orgasm thundered upwards.
"You little shit.." Wade snarled furiously.
Finn's eyes sparkled and a wicked smile lit his red, sweaty, pretty face.
"I'm ALWAYS the boss Stuart," he breathed, "Now fucking make me cum."
Oh is that so?
Wade was getting so close himself. He liked that Finn was a dominant bottom even when it seemed he was submitting fully.
"Owwww...FUCK..." Wade hissed as the talons came out and SCRATCHED down his back yet again.
"Ahhh...ahh...harder baby...more.."
"How much do ya fuckin want?"
SMACK. Finn spanked Wade's arse.
"Don't make me force you Stuart."
He leaned up and bit on Wade's lip again. Holy fuck.
Wade just carried on pounding him, oh fuck he couldn't hold it...Finn's cries were getting shrill...the younger man was SO fucking close...it hurt him...he just needed relief...needed to release...
He threw his head and arms back as he convulsed with an ear-splitting scream, exploding hard all up his sweaty abs...yes Wade...keep hitting his G-spot...fuck yes...
Wade bellowed like a bear as he drove hard into the willing body beneath him, filling Finn right up...the release searing him on its way out...Finn clenched his hole tight around Wade as their lips once more crashed together.
"I...love...you.." Finn gasped, "Sorry...so sorry..."
"If it means a shag like that..." Wade smirked, chest rising and falling.
"Stay inside me for a little.." whimpered FInn, "Just want to...feel..you..thought I lost you..."
"You," John Cena was saying to Randy, as they patrolled the corridors of the hotel, a nice break from the tour bus, "Are a liability."
"Well it's obvious isn't it," Randy smirked, "Sheamus wants Ziggler."
"You don't know that for sure," John said, "I told you about making drama."
"Keeps me entertained," Randy shrugged, "Barrett will be no fun soon once Balor gets called up. No boys nights out anymore cos he'll invite himself along and Barrett will have to be a good little boy. Bo-ring."
"THat's why I said no girls allowed," smirked John, "I make special dispensation for you."
"WIthout me there you'd make an ass of yourself Johnny."
"Maybe next time I'll bar you." Those dreaded dimples.
"And I'll lock you out your tour bus. Simple."
"You..." John chuckled.
"You love me and can never replace me Cena," Randy grinned.
"Damn straight," John said, "Suppose we should give Barrett his ring back. He'll be looking for it."
"I suppose," Randy huffed, "Was fun seeing his face when I dropped it in my beer."
"Liability, as I said."
John knocked the door of Wade's room. Ignoring the Do Not Disturb sign.
"Busy.." came a grunt from within.
Randy smirked and took a run-up, charging at the door, kicking it open with his signature puntkick.
The door flew open (not locked properly) and an overwhelming mixture of man sweat, testosterone, sex and a faint metallic hint of blood knocked both the top men of WWE backwards.
"Out of bed boys," catcalled John, "SHowtime in an hour."
"Do you mind?!" Finn cried. They were cuddled in bed, his head on Wade's chest.
"Fuck off, this is invasion of my bloody privacy!" Wade cried.
"Oh relax Bad News, we've seen it all before," John chuckled as Randy tried to replace the ring without them seeing.
"Get out my bloody bag Orton!" Wade snapped, spotting the Viper.
"Stop me then Bad News," Randy teased, "And giz a cock flash while you're at it."
"Perverts," Wade scowled.
Finn casually placed one obviously naked leg outside the covers.
"I don't walk into your filthy sex lair, I mean, tour bus," he sassed, "Kindly leave."
"You can't make us newbie," Randy smirked.
"Wanna bet?" snapped Finn, sitting up.
"Fergal.." sighed Wade, pulling him back.
"So have you spelled your name on his back yet?" John said, oh-so-casually sitting on the end of the bed.
Wade yanked the covers up over himself a bit more, looking more and more pissed the fuck off by the second.
"None of your bloody business," he spat.
John just flashed the dimples. Oh this was just such fun. It was just typical guy stuff, ribbing Wade but the fact that Wade always reacted so well just made it that much more addictive.
"Stinks in here, making me nauseous," Randy wrinkled his nose, "Pair of animals."
"Close the door on your way out, flat-arse," sassed Finn.
Randy paused.
What did the little bitch just say?
John realised that something had just gone awry. He climbed off the bed and caught up with Randy who was breathing through his nose raggedly.
"Say that to my fucking face Devitt," Randy hissed, eyes fixed upon the Irishman who was giving him a glower right back.
"Randal. Chill." barked John, "See you at the show."
He ushered Randy out before an ugly scene took place, closing the door.
"FUCKERS!" cried Finn, "How dare they burst in on our private time!"
"Cena's an arsehole sometimes but he is a mate," Wade sighed, "But yeah. Pricks. I'm gonna break his nose one day. Don't go picking a fight with Orton, love."
"He comes into OUR BEDROOM..." Finn was spitting feathers again.
"Don't get worked up...hey...hey..."
"Sorry..." Finn went red. He was still a touch hormonal from a) falling out with Cody, b) getting unfounded jealousy about Wade and c) having simply mindblowing rough makeup sex.
"Just grin and bear it," Wade said, "It;s how I deal with Cena and the girlfriend."
"Coddles calls Orton Queen Randella and Randalyn and I can see why," Finn scowled, "Stroppy flat-arsed cow. Sorry Stuart, hormones are a bit...at the moment."
"Well if you ever wanna just rage, rage at me," Wade said, "I'm your fella. What I'm here for."
"Imagine if I was pregnant..." Finn laughed but deep down, just like Cody felt about Josh, he wished he could bear Wade's kids. He felt THAT strongly about the Brit. He and Cody mentally were two peas in a pod. Which explained why they clashed hard earlier.
"Don't...thank fuck we're blokes and that can't happen," Wade said.
"I wish I could though, imagine what a son of ours would look like," Finn sighed.
"Don't run before ya can walk," Wade said. He knew exactly why John and Randy had barged in. Randy, that FUCKER, nicking his engagement ring! He had to keep that safe until July. And that seemed like a decade away right now. He'd been so sure the ring would have been spotted.
"I'm gonna go to the loo," Finn said, kissing him deeply and lovingly.
"OK..."
Wade just watched the Irish hottie climb out of bed and walk (still a touch bow-leggedly) into the bathroom. What a view. Wasn't he the lucky bastard to have that love him? And to love that?
As soon as the door shut and the shower went on, Wade crawled out of bed and tiptoed towards his bag. Stuffed in the top, was the ring. Shit. Wade hurriedly stuffed the blue velvet box (now with a heady scent of beer within it. Thanks a bunch Orton) to the bottom of the bag. Hopefully Finn won't be a 'boyfriend shirt wearer'. Hopefully.
Wade checked his back in the mirror. Jesus. He looked like a map of the London Underground. Scratch marks, some cuts (Finn had some sharp as fuck nails) plus that F cut. What a wildcat the Irishman was in bed. Wade took a selfie, smirking his face off with pride.
He then casually lay back on the bed, his long muscular legs crossed and browsed his phone. He was looking through the 'Finn Balor' and 'Prince Devitt' tags on Tumblr. So many girls (and boys) lusting hard for his boy. And yet, he, Wade, was the one intent on marrying him. He was sure Finn would be the happiest boy on earth when the Brit presented him with that ring.
Bad News Balor had a nice ring to it. Wade snorted at his own funny thinking.
He heard the shower running.
And then the door opened.
"I need some help," Finn sucked his thumb and gave major puppy dog eyes.
"Wipin' yer arse?" teased Wade.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Come wash my back. Please?"
"Is there a forfeit if I don't?"
"RAWR!" In a flash Wade had 190 pounds of cuteness pinning him to the bed, "I'll make you wear a cock ring for 24 hours."
"Try it," snorted Wade.
"God I love you so much," whimpered FInn, just taking in the total stud beneath him. Every day the Brit got hotter.
More slow, deep kisses. Finn climbed off of him and padded back into the bathroom, Wade following him into the shower. Lots of cuddling, touching and caressing went on, before the big Brit began to gently wash Finn;s hair and scrub him down. He made the most precious mews as he was cleaned down. How cute. And then he returned the favour.
Wade changed into another of his numerous tight black tees and designer jeans, whilst Finn bent over the Brit's sports bag and started rummaging. Instantly Wade went white as a sheet. SHIT. NO.
"What ya doing?" he spluttered.
"Want to wear one of your shirts," Finn said.
"You better wear some bloody knickers!" Wade hissed.
"Why? Afraid I might have a Marilyn moment and show the world my arse?"
"You do that anyway...not that I complain...ever.."
"Good cos I asked for extra tiny trunks to give you something to look at...and nope I never wear knickers in the ring. Too uncomfortable. Like to breathe."
Wade breathed a sigh of relief as Finn pulled out one of Wade's BNB merch tees and brought it over his head. It did rather swamp him. Looking like a dress almost.
Wade HOPED FInn would wear something decent on the bottom half. For his sake. The cute Irishman fumbled in his own bag and pulled on some Andrew Christian briefs as well as his smallest workout shorts, finishing the look with his trainers. The tee obscured most of the shorts so he did look like he had nothing underneath. Wade facepalmed.
"How do I look?" Naughty eyes, thumb on bottom teeth.
"Sexy as fuck."
"Good. As you can see, I wore knickers."
"You're supposed to look smart en route to shows. They'll bollock you for showing up to the tapings like that."
"Fine." Pout, "Spoilsport.
He removed the clothes, wiggling his amazing pert arse (shown off the perfection in those briefs) as he looked for something less controversial.
Cody Rhodes was in Catering, sat with Dean Ambrose, Layla and Summer Rae. Weird being here without Paige. He'd gotten so used to her being here. But hey, Layla was here and it almost felt like old times.
"You're unusually quiet," remarked Summer.
"Probably playing Clash Of Clans or something," Dean joked.
"I stopped that ages ago, keep up Dean," pouted Cody.
"After you spent fifteen hundred dollars," Dean added, pulling open a Grab Bag of Prawn Cocktail crisps and diving in. Weird. They were sweet and tasted nothing like shrimp. British potato chips were weird, he deduced.
Cody flipped him off.
"Cody.." sighed Layla.
"What's with him?" asked Summer.
"Maybe he's been straight too long today," teased Dean, shovelling more crisps into his mouth.
"No," Cody sighed.
"I know what's missing," Summer said.
"Yeah..." Dean said, "Now you mention it. Where's Prince Devitt? Your twin?"
"I'm not his boyfriend," pouted Cody, "Dunno where he is. Don't care."
Summer and Dean exchanged a look.
"You guys fallen out?" asked the blonde.
"Yeah," Layla stepped in, "It's sort of my fault...when I got here, Coddles and me met up, Devitt didn't take kindly to being replaced by me. They had a bit of a fight.."
"Really?" Dean raised his eyebrows, "That guy is the most high maintenance chick I've ever seen."
"Makes most girls look a breeze," Summer said, "Don't envy Barrett."
"Leave him alone," Cody scowled.
"You guys have been sharing rooms on the road," Dean said, "When he could be getting Barrett's D."
"His and Wade's relationship is not solely based upon sex," Cody said sternly.
"Guys leave it," Layla said.
SHe looked across Catering and spotted Wade enter, holding Finn's hand. Sheamus greeted them both.
"Alright lads," Sheamus said, "We all better?"
"Perfect thanks," simpered Finn, "Sorry...for you know...being a hormonal hag from hell earlier."
"It's cool," shrugged Sheamus, "With poisonous dicks like Miz about.."
"And bloody Cena and Orton," added Wade, "I could murder them both. THey...bloody walked in on us."
Sheamus roared with laughter.
"I need a little chat with Orton..." Finn cracked his knuckles.
"Fergal..." growled Wade.
Finn looked sheepish and then spotted Cody. He paled and then his face fell.
"Leave him," Wade warned him, "Don't go making an arse of yourself.."
"But..."
Finn was already starting to walk towards the Plastics table.
"Mate.." Sheamus caught him, "Listen to Stuey."
"But...he's my best friend...should go say sorry..."
"Remember what I said," Wade said, "Space. He might forget about it by tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? We're off to Poland tomorrow!" Finn complained.
"Maybe some time apart will do you lads some good," Sheamus said.
"Then maybe you and Stuart can do the same!" Finn snapped.
"Oh c'mon, you're being unreasonable," Wade huffed.
"Works both ways Stuart. If I have to be without my best friend for a while. So do you. Bye Sheamus. Go find some other playmates."
Sheamus rolled his eyes. He knew now to just not open his mouth. Make life SO much easier. Devitt was the most difficult person he'd ever come across in wrestling. He needed to know when to stop and realise that he couldn't always get his own way. SHeamus was now dreading the day Finn was called up. And deal with this day in, day out. Seriously the guy had become so schoolmarmish. Controlling even. He wondered if Wade had made the right decision.
His path was blocked suddenly by a towering figure of Swiss muscle.
"Out my way," he snarled.
Cesaro sneered at his ex and folded his arms. Tyson had been rapidly thawing towards him (and he'd gotten to watch Tyson CHANGE. And the Canadian wore a JOCK. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Instant boner.) and they'd actually hung out together in London, albeit with Natalya, naturally but still. Things were looking up. And also, it looked like the 'Kardashian Sisters' were splitting up already. The bile between them had obviously consumed both of them. Maybe he didn't need to exact revenge after all.
"Why? I can stand here if I vont to," he smirked.
"I will hurt you," snarled Sheamus.
"You look ZO stupid," laughed the Swiss, indicating Sheamus' hair and braided beard.
"I might look stupid but at least I don't screw road agents for titles," Sheamus said loudly.
Back at the plastics table...
"Nought to a hundred in five seconds," Summer said.
"Go Sheamus," Dean said, "Cesaro's such a prick."
"Hot though," Summer said, "But yeah. The personality is a real turn off."
"He's BASIC, a MESS and overall DISGUSTING.." snarled Cody, "I hope Sheamus kicks his face in right now."
Sheamus was well aware of the audience they had now. He smirked a little. He saw Cody giving Cesaro the biggest stank-face in the world.
"I hope Noble finds a new fella," he went on, "And now we mention it, does Natalya still not know you want to bum her husband off?"
Cesaro spluttered.
"You VOULDN'T, Stephen.."
"Wouldn't I? I think under the circumstances I've been pretty bloody amazing about the whole thing. I should have cracked your neck after what you did to me."
"Nothing you didn't bring upon yourself, Stephen."
"Oh REALLY?!" roared Sheamus, "So tell me, Claude...what was it? Because I bought meself a new car? Changed my on screen image a bit?"
"I never loved you," Cesaro said harshly, folding his enormous arms, "I just used you. I wanted to see if I could have anyone I vonted after Mike. I saw off Barrett and got you for myself. But then you got your clumsy ass injured and bought a crappy, leaky old car. I knew you were more interested in getting over zan making things verk vith me. So I taught you a lesson."
"You're a cunt," snarled Sheamus, "A class A cunt."
"Who's ze one vithout a man and looking stupid," Cesaro smirked, "Ven I haff two men who vont me."
"Fucking your ex and your ex's ugly little sidekick on rotation is no achievement," Sheamus snorted, "Just shows what a desperate hack you are."
"WHOOOO!" Cody whooped and clapped loudly.
"Sit down.." hissed Layla.
Finn looked longingly at his former best friend. If he hadn't been so stupid they both could have steamed in and backed Sheamus up whilst simultaneously ruining Cesaro's day yet again.
A single tear rolled down his pretty face.
Wade saw and hugged him.
Cesaro glowered at his ex, defiantly.
"Any attention is better zan none you insufferable oaf," he hissed.
Sheamus snorted again. Before quite suddenly, madness took over and his eyes raked the catering table. It was like he left his body and watched himself pick up the bowl of tinned fruit salad (way to go UK catering. Not) and empty the entire contents over Cesaro's head.
Gasps sounded.
"Ste what the fuck..." Wade was struggling to hide his laughter.
"Oh my..." Summer had both hands clapped on her mouth.
"Shit's going down," Dean said.
"YAAASSS SHEAMUS.." Cody was bouncing up and down on his seat.
"Jesus...it's turned into Eastenders," Layla giggled, "Waiting for Peggy Mitchell to show up and go 'get outta ma pub' in a minute!"
Cesaro stood. Face burning as cold, slimy chunks of overcooked pear, peach, pineapple and brilliantly scarlet cherries stuck to his bare torso and arms, the sticky juice they were suspended in running into his trunks.
Sheamus was struggling to comprehend himself what he just did.
Finn however, just sniffled into Wade's chest.
"C'mon love, you gotta see this.." Wade snorted.
"Don't wanna."
"You'd be so proud of Ste. He just tipped a bowl of fucking fruit cocktail all over Manbag's head."
"Not interested. Coddles can see me and is probably giving me evils."
"You're 33 love not 13. Grow up a bit and face him."
"No."
"Stop being a kid Fergal."
"No! Leave me alone Stuart." He broke out of Wade's arms and stomped past Sheamus and Cesaro. He was feeling so down that he decided to stick the boot in. He picked off one of the maraschino cherries off Cesaro's back.
"I took your cherry CesarHo, fancy," he hissed, eyes flashing malevolently, "Just like you did to poor Jamie Noble and what you intend to DO TO TYSON KIDD ONE DAY."
He put it in his mouth and then spat it hard at the Swiss. The artificially-hued fruit bounced off of the big guy's impressive pecs.
Catering was silent.
Finn, satisfied with the reaction he got, stomped out.
Cody couldn't help but look sadly in the direction the pretty Irishman went.
"Leave him," Layla said.
"I miss him already. Why did I have to be such a cock to him?"
"You stuck up for your wife, and told him the truth," Layla replied, "That's not being a cock, that's being an adult and realistic."
"He looked so sad," COdy sighed.
"Let him be sad. He's old enough to know better."
"But Sami said..."
"Never mind Sami. Focus on the show, Cody."
"Fine..." Pout. Fold arms.
Raw, Albany, NY
Jamie Noble was against the cold concrete wall, naked from the waist down, whining with pleasure as he wrapped his smooth legs around his long time buddy, Joey Mercury.
"J...Joey...we can't...aahhh...ahhh...keep...sneaking...AAAAHHH...like this.." he moaned as his prostate took another smash.
Joey grunted into his ear and devoured his lips. WHy didn't he and Noble start fucking ages ago? It was fucking great sex. Jamie's tight ass was better than pussy.
Jamie was so enjoying sleeping with Joey. Someone who he could hang with and work with and then when the show was over, have amazing fucking sex with DAILY. His urges were being constantly sated.
Joey was awesome in bed. Jamie just asked him their first time to treat him like a chick. Pretend his ass was a chick's pussy.
And Joey had complied wonderfully. He'd given Jamie a hell of a rim job and then fucked him like a total bitch that first time. And Jamie had found himself a proper secret road boyfriend. Much better than that dickhead Cesaro.
He moaned and whined as his legs tingled with anticipation, writhing against Joey who kissed him tenderly.
"Fuck man," grunted Joey, "You are the best.."
"So...aaahhh...you.."
"You gonna nut?"
Jamie nodded, gasping.
Joey began to kiss the cute bearded Southerner's neck as he continued to thrust in and out of Jamie's addictive, tight, smooth ass. Jamie's cries getting louder as he headed closer and closer to climax.
"Ohh...Joeeey..." cried Jamie as he convulsed and exploded up his chest. Thank fuck he unbuttoned his shirt. Joey had made him cum the second time they had sex. First time he had to finish himself off. He'd been reading about how to enjoy man sex since the Cesaro crap. He embraced his forbidden urgers rather than suppress them. And he'd been thrilled when he and Joey had ended up in bed, making out after a few beers just a few days removed from the day Jamie had outed his fling with Cesaro to Sheamus.
Joey grunted and cursed as he co ntinued to nail Jamie against the wall...yes...fuck yes...he groaned mannishly as he drove into the little Southerner, releasing hard into the condom he was wearing.
"Ohh..." moaned Jamie, taking Joey's face and pressing their lips together, "You're sooo good man..."
"Bros before hoes, right," Joey grunted, pulling out.
"Even better when the bro IS the hoe," grinned Jamie as Joey removed the full condom and knotted it.
"You're right though man," Joey said, pulling his suit pants from his knees back up over himself and redressing, "We can't keep sneaking around.."
"I like you a lot man," Jamie sighed, a small, satisfied smile on his bearded face.
"Like you too," smiled Joey.
He pecked Jamie on the lips.
Jamie reached for his hand.
"Don't get funny," Joey warned him.
Jamie released it, but looked hurt.
"No offence," Joey added quickly.
"None taken," sighed Jamie, "Just...we keep having this awesome sex..."
"We're close buddies and have shit hot sex," Joey said, "We can't make it more serious man."
"I know..."
Jamie pulled his boxers back on before reaching for his discarded shoes, socks and suit trousers.
Just in time he redressed as Seth walked by.
"There you are," the WWE World Champ said, "Been looking for you! Been working out?"
"Yeah," lied Jamie.
"Sure," Joey said, "Thought you'd be with Ambrose."
Seth chuckled. Dean had been badgering him for arena sex but Seth said no. Luckily Dean understood, realising that being caught with their pants down at work may cost Seth his title. And something was off about J&J. Red faces.
"Working out with suits on?" Seth raised his eyebrows.
Jamie scowled.
"Do you wanna go through the shit we're doing tonight or ask questions?" he snapped.
Joey gave him a reproachful look.
Seth wasn't stupid. He was sort-of connected to The Plastics via Dean after all. He'd learned shit.
"Out with it," he said, "If you guys are fucking, it's nothing to do with me."
"We're not..." Jamie mumbled.
"We are," Joey said, "C'mon man, does it really matter?"
"See if you'd messed about with each other instead of going to that dickhead Cesaro there wouldn't have been such a mess," Seth sighed,"You're road agents and vets. I can't tell you who you can and can't do. How long?"
"Since the Raw after Mania," Jamie admitted.
"Jamie was pissed as fuck after Cesaro so I went to go see him after the show, check he was OK.. and we just had some beers in the hotel room," explained Joey, "Then...y'know...we made out...and then...we did it...never screwed a guy before..."
"Cool," Seth said, "So you guys like together...or?"
"Yes," Jamie said almost defiantly, "Could say that."
Joey sighed. And then he thought about it. He imagined Jamie approaching someone else and then scowled. He nodded and then took Jamie's hand. The small, bearded Southerner and ex-cruiserweight smiled. Awww.
"Aww sweet man," Seth said, "I won't tell..."
"I don't care!" Jamie replied, "I can show that prick Castignioli that I've moved on."
"Buddy I don't think he gives a fuck man," Seth remarked, "He used you dude."
"Yeah. He did," Joey assured him.
He then took Jamie's head in his hands and kissed him. Jamie let out the cutest whimper as he kissed back.
"OK we better go through our shit for tonight," Seth said loudly.
"Sure man," Jamie returned to his regular workaday self but still held Joey's hand proudly.
"Really?" Dean asked, eyes wide, like a child in the form of man as Seth told him the latest news about his on-screen hired stooges.
"I caught them post-backstage-fuck and they admitted it," Seth replied, "Don't go spreading it though Jonny.."
"Which one taps which? They're both short..." Dean grinned.
"I didn't ask, funnily enough, that's yours and Stardust's weirdshit area," Seth sighed, "I'm not interested. Though I wish those god-damn Tumblr girls would STOP making me out to be some dirty submissive bottom..."
"Not my fault you have an amazing ass in tight pants," Dean grinned, spanking Seth.
"Hey. Watch it."
"Or what? Sethie?" Dean gave him the most mischievous grin.
"Or I book a twin room at the next hotel."
"Still room in a single bed for you to ravish me," Dean sniggered, nuzzling and kissing his beloved champion, "I better go change..."
"Into what?" Seth raised his eyebrows, taking in Dean's merch vest and jeans.
"A jockstrap," Dean smirked, "Actually got a better idea... gonna take a leaf out of Balor's book and work tonight commando."
"Oh jesus..." Seth facepalmed but really actually found that idea rather hot, "I'll see you later."
A deep kiss and Dean padded away. Eager to find Cody to spill this hot tea to. Whistling his own theme to himself, he made his way to Catering.
The depleted Plastics table was literally just Cody, Layla and Summer Rae, wearing a rather nice pair of Daisy Duke style denim cutoff shorts. Dean guessed Paige had ordered her to wear that! Cody was in full costume and paint, his feet on the table.
But first. Dean dashed to the locker room. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall. He removed them before peeling down his hot, tight red briefs. He stuffed them into his bag before pulling his jeans back on.
Mmmm.
He was already imagining being fondled...in his dreams by Seth...in front of the WWE Universe and getting all worked up. MMMMM. He would LOVE to just be taken in the ring. But that would get him and Seth fired and ruin WWE. He made his way back to Catering and wandered over to the one empty seat at Their Table.
"Dean...where you been?" Cody demanded.
"Just had to see Sethie.."
"No post-coital flush," Summer teased.
She was more than filling in for her on-vacation girlfriend. In terms of teasing the boys.
"Cos I managed to control myself," Dean smiled, shaking his tousled hair out his eyes, "Though...*coy giggle most unlike him*...I am channeling our pretty Irish friend...no underwear tonight. Nice and breezy."
"Ew," Cody made a face, "Dean...be classy."
"Have you guys still not spoken? That's shit," Dean said.
"He crossed a line in London," Cody said obstinately.
"Back me up here ladies," Dean said, "But didn't he say he missed him, how sad Devitt was, yadda yadda?"
"Yup," Summer said.
"True," Layla put in, "But we also said that Devitt was the one with the problem, didn't we?"
"But Lay..." pouted Cody.
"We're right, you're wrong," Layla finished.
"KHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE." Massive Stardust hiss. Pout. Folding of mevlar-clad and gloved arms.
"Anyway," Dean said bracingly, "I have some gossip. Or tea."
"Then serve and spill AT ONCE Ambooty," Cody said, perking up, "While it's hot."
"OK," Dean said, "This came from Sethie just now. J&J Security are fucking. Dating actually."
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww..." Layla beamed and placed a hand on her chest. Obviously she'd known J&J from before as she'd been here the longest.
"Cute," Summer said.
"Good for Noble," Cody smiled, "Awwww. They'd be the cutest little couple. Vers. I'm calling it."
"Noble bottoms," Dean said, "C'mon, he lost his gay V-card to the Swiss dick. And he's so fucking short."
"Poor bastard," Cody said, "He should have waited and approached Mercury. Mercury's hung onto his looks well. And he's not a basic hot mess. Nnnnnnnn I miss Finny."
"Thought so," Summer teased.
"He took a shot at your wife though Codes," Dean reminded him, "You might miss him but its up to his diva ass to approach you."
WWE Performance Center, Orlando, FL
Finn walked into his second home, the WWEPC after a successful European tour. It was amazing to spend so much time with Wade but his falling out with Cody had soured the experience somewhat. Working in Poland and Germany was awesome though. Would have been ten times better with Cody as well. But at least Sami was back in action. And the redhead was feeling the strain without Neville.
After signing in, he walked into the main ring area to hunt for Sami.
There he was, working a quick match with Tyler Breeze, refereed by Hideo Itami.
Finn slid into the ring as Sami dropkicked Tyler.
He tapped the redhead on the shoulder.
"Huh...FERGAL!"
Finn found himself embraced by his other best friend.
"Missed you," Sami sighed, "How you been? Oversexed no doubt?"
"Funny.." snarked Finn, "I fucked up, Rami."
"Oh?"
Cody hadn't told Sami about their fallout. He'd distanced himself from the NXT crowd since that day to clear his head but he'd wanted to badly tell Sami and make up with Finn.
Finn was then greeted by Hideo and then had his hand shook by Tyler.
"Can we talk alone?" he asked Sami.
"Sure," the cute redhead said, "Be back in a few boys."
"Finn you look sad," Hideo remarked.
"I am," admitted the pretty Irishman.
"Thought you'd abandoned us for good to be with Neville," Tyler teased.
"Shut up!" pouted Sami.
"He's been such a miserable shit," Tyler chuckled, pointing to Sami.
"Undersexed and alone now Ben's out on the road. And we only got to have sex ONCE before he left. I hate my life," lamented Sami.
"Welcome to my world," Finn said.
"We can be frustrated together Fergal," Sami said, slapping an arm around his bestie, "C'mon, let's get a sandwich and you can talk my ears off. I wanna know how Wade meeting your fam went as you NEVER CALLED ME."
"Busy," Finn mumbled.
"Yeah right. Getting that British beef stuffed in you on a twice-daily basis," Sami grinned.
They made their way out and up towards the cafeteria. After purchasing sandwiches (Sami going for his usual falafel and hummus flatbread thing) they found the farthest corner of the canteen and sat down.
"I'm listening," the redhead said thickly through a huge bite.
"What you wanna know?"
"How did the family stuff go?"
Finn, with a small smile, fished his phone out and related a detailed recollection about the happy day in his hometown, showing Sami all the photos etc. He showed Sami all the selfies with Cody too.
"I still don't get it though," he said, "Stuart took Da out for a pint. Alone. Then me brothers went out. But I wasn't allowed. Why?"
Sami just BEAMED from ear to ear. The redhead was a romantic anyway and it didn't take a genius to work this one out. But did he plant the seed in his besties head and get his hopes up?
"Hmmmm. Surprised you haven't. Didn't think Barrett was the gentlemanly sort."
"Would I be in love with him if he wasn't?"
"Guess not. Fergal don't be so crabby."
"Sorry..." Big sad face.
"What happened? Did Claudio do something cunty? Ugh. If Rat Skank's tried to ruin shit I swear to Allah..."
"No. Nothing like that."
"What then?"
"Coddles and me fell out and he hasn't spoken to me in almost a week."
Sniffle.
"Awww. You two had gotten so close...what over?"
"He implied I was smothering him...cos I got jealous when Layla returned and he ignored me for her."
Sami rolled his eyes, remembering Cody's worried call to him. He'd guessed this was coming and that Finn's intense method of showing friendship was getting to the ravenette.
"Fergal..." he sighed, "I know you mean well...but...you have to admit...you are a little overbearing. Learn when to back off sometimes. Don't assume everyone's as two faced as Claudio say. He hadn't seen Layla in ages. Don't stalk him, Fergal."
He spotted Finn's phone when the Irishman fired up Twitter and it opened on Cody's non-work, non-Stardust account.
"I miss him..." murmured Finn, "When I went to the road before the Euro tour...I didn't spend it all with Stuart, had a couple of kikis with Coddles. We threw shade, talked about our pasts, told each other secrets..."
"He doesn't hate you," Sami assured him, "But let me just say this...ah-ahah...no cheek until I've finished, kay? You have been getting a bit above your station lately. I know, you're happy, you're settled - you're redhot over, you've got an amazing guy in Barrett, and you've made a really close friend. And it shows. No more clumsy-ass tripping. I love it when you're like this. But this bad bitch schtick you've been putting on. Don't piss too many of the main roster off as it could cost you your career. I know you want to make a name for yourself. You're a fifteen year veteran Fergal. Don't rock the boat. Look at Alex Riley. He got big for his boots and pissed off Cena. Now look at his sorry-ass career."
Finn sighed heavily.
"But Cesaro and Miz deserve it," he pouted.
"Yes they do. But Miz is a dirty hustler. He could be fucking a higher-up. I don't trust any of that motley crew. Rat Skank, Miz, and Maddox. Cunts the lot of them. And Cody was saying Claudio's in with them now too...I get the feeling they're gonna target you. All I'm saying is, don't make a rod for your own back."
"Tripping Big Fat Mess up and breaking his two and a half grand shades was one of the most satisfying things I've done so far," Finn retorted.
"Fergal...Fergal..." Sami shook his head, "Be yourself. Be the sass queen that we all know you are and love you for. Just...be judicious as to WHO you sass. I care about you. Love you, even. Don't want to see you get the Adam Rose treatment. You're better than that."
"I guess...thanks Rami...you really kicked me up the arse...but...I can't stop thinking about how I fucked things up with Coddles...Stuart's telling me to give him space...I've given him space...he doesn't want to know...he hates me doesn't he?"
"No. Maybe he's waiting for you to reach the olive branch? How about you say sorry to Eden first?"
"But..."
"No buts Fergal Devitt. Do it. Now."
wwebalor Hey RealEdenWWE. Really sorry *sad emoji*. I didn't mean it. Just irritable. Stuff on my mind xx
He hovered on Cody's profile. Did he tweet or text?
Or call?
Did he tweet Josh Mathews instead? After all they were meant be organising a double date once back on American soil.
"Shall I call him...sounds better in voice.." he mumbled.
"Wait for Eden to respond first. Don't be so up in their Kool-Aid," Sami advised him, "Ugh, this falafel's so dry you could replenish Daytona Beach with it."
He put his half-eaten wrap aside and gulped some water.
It was a silent ten minutes before Finn's notifications went off and he spied amongst the fan-spam, the username he was hoping for.
RealEdenWWE wwebalor It's OK. Just don't talk to me like that again or my husband won't be so forgiving. Hope you're OK x
Well at least it wasn't a block.
He showed Sami.
"See," Sami said, "Let this be a lesson to you. Don't get so cocky."
"Have you finished the 'I told you so's?" snarked Finn, "So...should I...?"
"Your choice."
"Gonna do it now or I'll fuck up training thinking about it."
"I can call Ben. Check he's handling road life OK."
Both men picked up their phones and headed separate ways to make their calls.
FInn took a deep breath and dialled Cody.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
It rung out.
Finn was a touch demoralised.
Try again? Could be a bad signal?
No.
Don't appear too clingy. Especially for someone who wasn't his boyfriend.
But then 'Break Free' by Ariana Grande blasted from the phone (at full volume), startling him. It was his standard ring tone. And he didn't give a fuck who heard it in public.
Cody calling.
"Hey..."
"Hey Finny...you called...sorry but I don't answer on the john. Not even Joshy. Hehehe."
Phew. And TMI.
"It's OK...how you been?"
"Let me say it Finny...sorry. I was a dick in London. And thank YOU for apologizing to Brandi. She did legit appreciate it."
"It's OK...I was a bitch. Got so used to having you all to myself...jealous. I know it's kids stuff but I take my friendships in this business seriously. You and I are so alike it's scary Coddles.."
"I know Finny...I've missed you so much and it's only been a few days...put this behind us. You can get your Irish ass back on the road ASAP and between you riding Wade's dick every chance you get, me and you can rule the roost again yaaaay."
"How's Stuart. Phoned him this morning but you know...it kinda got a bit steamy..."
"Moping about like a wet weekend. He showed up wearing a Balor Club tee. Hehehehe."
"Oh baby..." whimpered Finn.
"Want to talk to him? He's actually just walked into Catering..we're at the arena in Albany for Raw right now...still wearing it over his trunks...YO WADE! GOT YOUR HOT GIRLFRIEND ON THE PHONE!"
"BUGGER OFF!" came Wade's gruff retort.
A clatter.
Rustling.
Muffled men's voices.
"'Ello love," grunted Wade down Cody's phone, "How's it been...since this morning.."
"Usual..." Finn said coyly, "Coddles tells me you're wearing my tee.."
"Yup," Wade said, "Take it you've kissed and made up as I'm now using his minutes?"
"Yeah!" Finn practically squeed down the phone, feeling SO much better than he'd done all last week, "Love you and miss you..."
"Miss you too love, you've not missed anything. I'll Skype you after the show."
"I'll be on as always. Take care darlin, don't hurt yourself.."
"I won't. Love you."
"Love you more."
"No..." Wade gave that gruff manly chuckle that Finn loved so much, "I love you more. Mush."
"Bye baby..."
Rustling.
"Heyyy you," came Cody's voice once more, "I bet you're all red and tingly right now arencha?"
CRASH.
Finn tripped over a chair and fell flat on his face... just as a flushed looking Sami, fresh from a hurried phonesex (well, steamy Facetime) with Adrian Neville came in.
THe redhead howled with laughter as the Irishman's phone went flying.
"Whatcha doing down there Fergal?" giggled Sami.
"Sunbathing," snarked Finn.
Sami handed his bestie the phone.
"Sorry," Finn mumbled, taking it, "Fell over..."
"Awwww the clumsiness has come back, bless," Cody teased, "ANyhoo, tell Sami I wuv him and miss him. Come back soon so Wade stays chill."
"I will. Might be able to make tomorrow's tapings."
"Wade's balls will be black by then boyo...hurry back hehehe. Bye Finny."
"Bye..."
Finn hung up and breathed a huge sigh of relief. One weight off his mind. Prospect of steamy Skype chat with Wade tonight...Cody and he had overcome their little spat...things were a-OK again!
Raw, Albany
"What you smirking about?" Sheamus asked Wade who was doing just that, staring at his lock screen, the cute photo of him and Finn taken in Ireland.
"Oh nothing," the Brit grunted.
"Is your pretty boyfriend rejoining us tomorrow?" teased Sheamus.
"Yep."
"Does he do anything at NXT or just work the taped shows?"
"When they want him."
"Yeah yeah, you're in Triple H's pocket incha Stuey?"
"Oh bugger off satsuma bollocks."
"Just remember you used to enjoy playing with those." Sheamus shot him a cheeky grin.
"Bloody good job Fergal ain't here...he'd scalp you...what's left of your barnet," Wade shot back.
"Oh relax, I'm not coming onto you," chuckled Sheamus, "Ancient history."
He'd certainly been in better spirits since London where he threw an entire bowl full of canned fruit salad over Cesaro's head. It had been the source of much locker room banter for the remaining leg of the European tour.
"You really not bothered about getting any?" asked Wade.
"Nope," Sheamus said, "OK it'd be nice to do more than just crack one off at night but I can't be doing with the head games or drama. I've been through enough crap with the lads in this company."
"Too right," Wade replied, "Bryan..."
"Couldn't decide he was Arthur or Martha for 18 months...still can't look 100% at Brie."
"And then...me..."
"Well...we were just mates with benefits really..."
"I did kinda let Manbag invade us way too easy.."
"And look how that ended up. Ugh he was such a diva. It felt way too good emptying Princes' finest over his bald head."
"I wouldn't judge you if you decided to bonk Ziggler," Wade shrugged, "I mean it would stick two fingers up at that fat shit Miz."
"No..." came the voice of Cody who was earwigging and climbed onto the table with the agility of a cat, "Sheamus you do not want to go to Ziggler. Much as I'd like to see the look on Mess' fat froggy doughball face if you did, cos I know Mess blates still wants that Ziggler D; it's not worth it."
"Blondie isn't my type," Sheamus laughed.
"He's a selfish prick anyway," Cody fumed, "Don't go there. Anyway, despite him wiggling that fat booty around he's 100% top."
"Oh well that's alright then," Sheamus said.
"But if you want to blow a load, go ahead," Cody added, "Might puncture his ego a bit, getting used. Fuck him then fuck off. After the way he played me..."
"What did he actually do to you?" asked Wade.
Cody had told his closest friends naturally, but what went down between him and Dolph wasn't common knowledge at work.
"When Joshy and I broke up briefly that time, Ziggler DM'd me...acted the concerned bud...ended up fucking my brains out."
"You never...bloody hellfire, you're a bit of a slag yourself," Wade remarked.
"Past tense. I hate sluts," Cody scowled under his paint, "Anyhoo, who could we set Sheamus up with...that's hot, available, and manly?"
"And a bottom," Sheamus put in.
"See I knew it was getting to ya.." Wade said triumphantly.
"No man would willingly go celibate," Cody said, "Try a long distance relationship."
"Bollocks to that...your WIFE is on the road with us..and I do...remember?" Wade spluttered.
"Least Finny's part of the same company...nnnnnnn it sucks only getting hot Indiana D once in a while...anyhoo...hmmm I legit don't know who Sheamus could hit up...ahh...I know...Swaggs?"
"Please, everyone else has tried that," Wade snorted, "He's a manslag. And has baggage. Plus he's irrelevant."
"True. Sheamus, what's your stance on long hair?" asked Cody.
"Are we really doing this?" Sheamus spluttered incredulously.
"Yes. We are. For once I agree with old painted-mush here," Wade smirked, "We need to get you laid and fast Ste. Stick it to that dick of an ex."
"Answer the question Sheamus," Cody said, "Long hair. Yay or nay?"
"Don't mind it..."
"Or you could just fuck Miz if its a quick bit of relief?" Wade suggested.
Sheamus snorted. But the sad fact is...he was legit considering it.
Cody, observant as ever, noted this running through the big Irishman's mind.
"He puts out for a bag of peanuts," Wade said.
"Weird thing is, he's sort of appealing in a cheap, trashy, ring rat way," Sheamus said.
Cody scowled. But at least Sheamus would get what he wanted and nobody got backstabbed. Miz wouldn't turn down dick.
"If you want my opinion Ste and this is so twisted yet so typical of bloody gays it's incestuous.." Wade began, "Miz is better than Graves."
"Ouchy," Cody winced, "This is what drove me off the partyboy scene. Everyone's fucked everyone else. Gross. But hey, it's a free bit of ass for a frustrated top who doesn't want the drama. I don't approve or agree but can see why."
"Limited supply of gays," Wade shrugged, "Figures."
Mike The Miz had just walked past for his fourth plate of mayonnaise-drenched pasta and his ears burned. So they were pushing Sheamus to HIM, eh? Kardashian Sister Numero Uno AKA COdy was just SO jealous ALL the boys wanted him, Mike.
And the Awesome One would let Sheamus destroy his chunky ass in a heartbeat. Big. Rough. Brute.
"Ahhhh!" Cody did his high-pitched Stardust scream, "The most obvious answer just came to me...and you don't have to stick your dick in a messy, dirty lump of lard in cheap shades...Fandango. He's hot as fuck. Vers. Single."
"Can't disagree with that," Wade said.
Sheamus thought about it. Fandango was indeed all three. Manly enough to do beer and sport...and hot enough to be great fun in the sack. And he had a fantastic arse.
"Is he on Grindr?" asked Sheamus.
"SHeamus you HAVEN'T..the SLUT'S APP?!" Cody cried.
"How else am I gonna get any fun?"
"He just suggested someone!" Wade said, "C'mon mate, you don't need to lower yourself to that shit. Tweet the bugger for fuck's sake."
"Fine! I'll ask him out for a beer. He might not be into me."
"Wade. Shoo." Cody Z-snapped the big Brit.
"CHeeky bleeder," scoffed Wade but complied.
Cody made himself comfy. He had some long-locked-away-tea to spill on Fandango, who'd dated Ted DiBiase Jr, Cody's ex-boyfriend before the hot blonde Christian cowboy left WWE over a year ago.
"You ready for this Sheamus?" he asked.
"Surprise me," the Irishman said, curiously.
Cody leaned forward conspiratorially. Like a little kid with a big secret to tell.
"Fandango is into kink. Big time. He has a room. Full of stuff. You with me?"
"How bad we talking?"
"Toys. Rubber. Slings. Even a fucking machine. Oh he turned Teddybear into a right little pup. Used to call him baby bear. Their favourite game backstage was 'Spank The Bear'. Anyone was allowed...encouraged...hell, forced even.. to spank Teddy's big fat ass. And Teddy used to moan like a bitch. He was not the guy I dated for five years. He was literally turned into the biggest sub bitch around. Fandango likes to dominate. But he also likes be dominated. It was kinda hot, some of the tales Teddy used to tell. Till they tried to have a foursome with me and Joshy and I said no way josé. And then Teddy decided to focus on the word of the Lord and left...and as far as I know, Fandango's had nobody to take into the pleasuredome since."
Sheamus was getting hard. Even the STRAIGHT men on the roster all said they thought Fandango was ridiculously attractive.
"This is a wind up," he said hoarsely.
"Would I lie to you?" Cody asked him.
"Guess not..."
"Then give it a go. Or you could just release the initial strain into a rubber up Big Fat Mess first..."
"Nah. I'm not suicidal."
"Hehehe. Hit Fandango up. Just casually drop into conversation that you like a bit of kink."
"See how it goes...thanks mate...I think..."
"I hate what CesarHo did to you, and I guess I appreciate Irishmen more since Finny became my new bestie. Hehehehe."
"Where's Barrett? On the phone again?" came the jovial jeer of one John Cena, "Oh look..we have a Stardust on the table."
"Just sorting Sheamarse's love life out hehehe," Cody grinned, "Scanning the list of available men. Where's Randalyn?"
"That's for me to know and you to spend the rest of your night worrying about," grinned John.
"In other words he's sprawled out somewhere with your jizz dribbling out of him," Cody sassed.
"Such a PG mouth," teased John.
"I pay no attention to him mate," Sheamus grinned as Wade walked over, grinning. Finn had been sending him nudes again. Well those and sappy photos of him making heart shapes with his hand. Bless him.
"What have I missed? Oh alright Cena. Where's your Ronsealed pain in the arse?"
"Right here, sorry Barrett, thought you got rid of me huh.." came that rumble as Randy, in full ring gear and tight tee, flopped down next to John...leaning into him and resting his long legs on the table.
John had been TORTURING him. Making out with him, touching him where he liked...but refusing to go any further. His libido was very high voltage right now.
John wrapped a thick arm around the tense but relaxed Viper and pecked the crewcutted head. Randy grinned from ear to ear and his piercing cobalt eyes sparkled.
"Yeah alright you soft pair of gits," Wade scoffed.
"So do we get the pleasure of your wonderful wife to be this week?" asked John.
"Yep.. he's announced he's on his way to the airport now they're done at the PC," Wade smirked, "Sorry lads, I can't come out for your birthday Cena."
"You BETTER!" snapped Randy, "I have been fucking organising this for WEEKS!"
"Randall," sighed John, "It's just us guys finding the nicest watering hole and getting motherfucking wasted. Not exactly Mania."
"Your birthday," hissed Randy.
"And I take it WE'RE not invited Cena?" Cody cut in.
"No girls allowed, boys night." grinned John.
"Then why are you taking Queen Randella?" sassed Cody.
"I make special dispensation for Randall Keith Cena," smirked John.
"Oh you great big soft apeth..." groaned Wade.
Randy was melting right now. So unlike him.
"Anyhoo, as Finny will be joining us...yayness...we're inviting ourselves Cena, sorry bout it," Cody declared, "I think you should invite Fandango too."
"Why?" asked Randy.
Wade rolled his eyes.
John looked curious. But shrugged.
"More the merrier," he said, "And like my title, the guest list is open to any of the guys."
"But Johnny..." Randy huffed.
"My birthday, my rules Randall," the big hulk smirked, flashing those dimples, "Yeah. Plastics are welcome. As is Fandingledanglewashisname-o."
Randy was creating a Facebook group event on his phone. He was still determined to be the party planner for John.
Wednesday 23 April
John Cena's Birthday Drinks
As it's the Face Of WWE's Birthday we expect ALL of you to come out and get wrecked to celebrate. Any decliners will get an RKO out of nowhere :)
Randy (your rightful WWE World Heavyweight Champ)
He sent invites to the entire active roster - referees, the lot. Even undercarders. Oh. Except Zack Ryder. That bitch.
Old wounds still throbbed.
"Did you invite everyone but Ryder?" asked Cody.
"Randall..." sighed John.
"Why should I invite a psychopath who stole my man?" Randy snapped.
John really didn't want to be reminded of all that. It was a year ago. But keeping Zack away would help.
None of them had noticed The Miz stood there eavesdropping. Mike was grinning to himself. He had all the information he needed to throw some spanners in the works. And Fandango was into kink? MMMMM. Mike wanted a piece of that before Sheamus got in there.
He wandered across Catering towards his own table of toxicity and placed his enormous bowl of carby pasta in the centre.
"You've been ages," Corey Graves remarked.
"Eavesdropping," Mike said, "Guess what hunties...I have some tea."
"Spill," Brad Maddox smirked.
"Well," Mike said, "Firstly, bad news. The Kardashian Sisters have made up."
"Ugh. Looks like Honeytrap Barrett resumes," Corey spat.
"Cena's birthday Wednesday," Mike said, "All the roster have been invited. Excpet Zack. Orton's a cunt."
"Why? That's not fair," Brad pouted, "We'll bring Zack as a plus one."
"Damn straight," Mike said, "After all, we've all been invited. And Zack's part of my frat group."
"Spike Cena's drink and get Zack to reclaim him!" Corey said eagerly.
"Nah, Zack's over Cena," Mike said, "He's happily dating Big O still. But his presence will piss Blandy Snoreton right off so I'll bring him along just for that. However. We have a new operation breakup."
"Oh. Who are we stealing?" Corey said eagerly, "Better be someone hot!"
"Where's Claudio? He should know this!" Mike said.
"Helping Kidd test their new ring gear," Corey replied.
"We can help him get Kidd in his bed," Mike said, "We owe it to him. For being a great fuck."
"But then we can't sleep with him anymore!" pouted Corey.
A shadow fell across their table as the huge figure of Cesaro perched in the reserved seat, all three ogling him shamelessly.
"Vot's up," the big Swiss drawled.
"Looking fiiiiiine as fuck today," Corey smirked.
Cesaro just grinned. Was nice to fit into this group, even if it meant fuck the ex. But Mike had treated him ten times better recently than he ever did in their relationship days. And plus he just had a great time 'helping' Tyson check his ring attire fitted. Lots of 'accidental' groping. And Tyson hadn't complained! Maybe the Canadian was starting to entertain the idea of man-a-man contact..
"Anyway.." the Miz proclaimed, "Claudio, glad you could make it. Kardashian Sister NUmero Uno is trying to fix up your ex with...wait for it...yours truly...and Fandango."
"You vot? Are you considering screwing ze dick who poured fucking tinned fruit all over my head in England?" snarled Cesaro.
"See the funny side Cesaro," Brad sassed, "Also he looks stupid."
"Might be stupid but great body," Corey purred, "And I do love an Irish accent. Even on Kardashian Sister Numero Dos."
"Do you mind?" snapped Cesaro, "Are you really going to try and sleep with Stephen?"
"Could do, just to piss Rhodes off," Mike shrugged.
"Vot's this about Fandango anyway?" snarled the Swiss.
"FANDANGO?" Corey cried, "Oh MAN I have wanted to ride him since like forever..."
"Really? Last I heard he was dipping it in Ted freaking DiBiase. Rhodes' ex? Lowest of the low!" Brad sighed, "He's damaged goods hunty."
"Fandango is a BDSM master," Mike breathed, "Rhodes told Sheamus. He has a pleasuredome. A room full of all the toys and rubber gear you could dream of. Corey that sounds right up your street."
Corey moaned.
His dream come true. He was really into that scene.
"So you're telling me a guy in sparkly flares is a dominator?" snorted Cesaro, "I could wreck that pretty ass in a heartbeat."
"Oh MAN you fucking Fandango would be SOOO HOT!" Corey sighed.
"The guy not only likes to dominate, he likes to BE dominated too," Mike grinned proudly, "So all of us have a chance. Boys. We have to get that before Sheamus. We have until Wednesday night."
"One of us is to go home with Fandango after Cena's party," Corey said, "Please let it be me..."
"What happened to pursuing Reigns?" Brad asked.
"Why stick to one?" Corey raised his eyebrows.
"Good man," Mike beamed, slapping Corey on the back, "If say, one of us gets Fandango before you, buy Reigns drinks all night. You may get him."
"Oh please...I want to him to spear my ass so bad," moaned Corey, "Oh him AND Fandango together...excuse me..."
He got to his feet. His skinny jeans clearly showing bulge.
"Messy," Brad scoffed.
"Think outside the box," Mike smirked at him, "Nicky's brother is wonderful but c'mon...other options...on the road. You can't abstain forever Bradley."
"I guess not," Brad admitted.
"So...honeytrap Barrett?" Cesaro cut in.
"Meh. Balor and Barrett are irrelevant right now," Brad sassed, "Leave it."
Big mistake. Mike went scarlet.
"BALOR BROKE MY FIVE GRAND PRADA SHADES AND NEVER PAID ME BACK! THE BITCH NEEDS TO DIE!" screeeched Mike, bringing the whole room to a standstill.
Cesaro reached over to console him.
"I know," Brad assured the fuming Miz, "It'd be sooo terrible if say, security refused Balor entry and he had a wasted trip..."
"Huh?" Mike spluttered.
"You think I'm not resourceful?" Brad sneered, "I gave the security guy the best blowjob he'll ever get and he'll do anything I ask for more of my lips on his dick. I'm sure I can 'persuade' him..."
"Do you always use sex to get what you want?" Cesaro asked them.
"Duh," deadpanned Brad, "Look at us Cesaro. We're hot as fuck. I have a great ass and lips, Mizzybear is just the fanciest bish in town. You're a moist-making hung hunk of manliness and Corey's the perfect inked twink. No man can resist any of us."
Mike rested his smooth, chunky legs on the table, flashing some thigh and grinning at Cesaro.
"Not now," Cesaro smirked, "I haff to go through stuff with TJ."
"You don't have a match," Mike wheedled, "Just a backstage segment."
"Can ve take a break from zat?" Cesaro asked, "Not that I don't enjoy all ze fun we haff but..."
"Fine. I can wait Claudio," grinned Mike, "Oh Bradley. I can't wait to see Balor's face when he gets refused. The bitch will be SO mad."
"Maybe you can lie in wait outside," Brad went on, "And when he walks alway..."
He made a cut throat gesture.
"YAS," Mike said, "I will rip his hair out of his smug leprechaun head."
"It's not just some queen from a bar you're dealing with," Cesaro put in, "For all his...faults...(he took a deep breath to avoid raging at talking about his number one enemy like this)...it's Prince Devitt...who's legit in ze ring."
"In the ring, not out of it," Mike adjusted his shades.
"And even he can't outdo the numbers game," Brad said, "Who says Mizzybear will be alone?"
"Ahhh..." chuckled Cesaro nastily, "Maybe I vill join you boys too."
"More muscle, the better," Mike simpered, "Oh Claudio I'm so glad we could put our past behind us."
By now Cody was back at the Plastics table, now just comprised of Summer and Dean but Layla had been replaced by Curtis Axel, who was sitting on a cushion...Ryback was such a bad man!
Cody had just finished triumphantly explaining the plan for Wednesday about getting Sheamus a new man. He decided to not reveal Fandango's bedroom secrets. Until after Sheamus bagged the dancing hunk.
"So when the whole roster gets invited, does that include us girls?" Summer said.
"Looks like it, but you know Randalyn," Cody said.
"We'll turn up anyway," Summer smiled, "They said whole roster, right?"
"Yup," Cody said.
"Urgh. THat means...THEY will be there!" Curtis hissed, indicating the Table Of Toxicity to their left.
"EW. Those talentless basic hacks will not go anywhere near!" Cody snarled.
"You can't stop them," Dean huffed.
"Watch me," Cody said, folding his arms, "Plus...Finny will be here. Mess ALWAYS ends up on the floor."
"True," Dean shrugged, "I actually feel SORRY for Miz when Balor roasts him. Guy's brutal."
Curtis fidgeted and winced.
Owee.
"Remember to pack lube next time Curtis," Cody scolded him.
"Ryan was gentle," protested the Minnesota native, "But ow..."
"Axel," came a man's voice and the Plastics looked up to see Fandango.
"Can we help you?" asked Dean with a smirk to Cody.
"Axel and I have a match," the dancer grunted, "Can we go through it?"
"Sure," Curtis said.
"Yo Fandummy," Cody said, "How you fixed Wednesday?"
"Is this about Cena's party?" Fandango AKA Johnny Curtis replied, "I'll be there. Wow you actually talk to me now Rhodes.."
"I never stopped," Cody replied, "You avoided me after dumping Teddy. He doesn't even speak to me much these days."
"He found God again," Fandango huffed, "Ah well. Shit happens. Axel?"
"Excuse me," Curtis said, getting to his feet and rubbing his pert round trunk-covered ass. He followed Fandango out of the room.
Summer watched them leave before tossing back her long blonde hair. She was now itching to spill the tea. After all, she knew ALL about her former partner's bedroom habits...they did talk when working together after all...unaware Cody already knew, being Ted's ex.
"I have dirt on him," she proclaimed.
"Did you actually fuck him for Total Divas?" asked Dean.
"Please, Paige and I have been together since 2012," she sassed, "No. Good kisser though. He isn't as fem as he appears."
"Wouldn't call him fem, he';s a beast on the weights," Dean said.
Cody grinned. No. Let Summer have a moment.
"Well let's just say, dancer in the club, dominator in the bedroom," Summer declared, "He had good Christian boy DiBiase into a right little sub. I've spanked the bear a few times."
"Spanked the bear?" Dean looked confused.
Cody sighed.
"Hate to burst your bubble Summer," he said, "Teddy told me everything."
"Oh..." she looked disappointed, "I should have guessed...you being exes."
"Spank the bear? Either of you care to enlighten me?" Dean said.
"Fandango used to make people smack DiBiase on the ass backstage," Summer said, "I was his favourite because being his dance partner..it was a very nice ass. Paige got to occasionally too at NXT. Fandango used to parade him around."
"YASS. It is. I used to love grabbing it when Teddy and I had sex," Cody said with no shame.
"Bet Josh will be pleased," snarked Dean.
"Joshy knew the ins and outs for five years, it's old news to him," Cody sassed, "And anyhoo, I was just dropping hints as to what I liked in bed to him. Hehehehehe."
"But I can't see Sheamus being into that shit," Dean said.
"We never finished," Cody grinned, "Fandango swings both ways."
"He likes big men to dominate him," Summer revealed, "As well as dominate guys. DiBiase being a good Christian boy and only sleeping with one guy in Codes here beforehand...go figure.."
"I am so out the loop..." huffed Dean.
I'm waiting until the next chapter for John Cena's birthday bash as it's already gotten extremely long here! So the Plastics have found Sheamus a man...maybe not a conventional pairing but you never know with WWE...they might appear together in roughly 6 weeks as often happens with my stories ;) And Fandango's hot as fuck so not an unattractive pairing IMO. And I know I said Sheamus deserves a break but...Fandango. Woof.
Still a big chunk of FInn (how can you not love him though?) but hopefully more Sheamus than before. I know from your reviews that a few of you would like to see Shea-man (Sheamus/Roman) but as established with the earlier Ambrollins stuff, Roman in this universe is straight. Not that it'll stop Corey Graves...
Will the toxic trio (plus Cesaro) put a spanner in the works? Cesaro will want to make Sheamus unhappy and well, Miz et al are just malicious period...wait and see.
Sorry no Centon smut but well, it's the Big Man's birthday next chapter. Which means he can get Randall to do WHAT he wants WHEN he wants. ;)
Hope you like this! x