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.

36. Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Thank you so much for ALL your reviews! And looks like it's a green light for Shea-dango ;) Good because I find them impossibly hot (Finnade-level hot ;)). I'll resist the Finnade smut now as it's getting too much screentime of late! But bae Finn will be at the party. Sassing basics with Coddles again yay! :D

So much has happened recently. KING Wade for a start! Every King needs a Prince ;). And Wade beat Sami's man Neville...awwww. Dean vs Seth at Smackdown...AND SAMIS RAW DEBUT THIS WEEK OMFG. He's back with Adrian at LAST! YAY!

But obviosuly this will be covered in the next chapter as this whole chapter will be at John Cena's Birthday. It's VERY long! Expect Centon and others...enjoy!

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23 April 2015

Randy Orton tiptoed back into the tourbus bedroom. He'd been for his early morning workout and showered as quietly as he could. He didn't want to wake the snoring hulk in their bed. He sprayed himself with cologne.

He wasn't wearing any clothes except for a skimpy pair of briefs with a tied rosette under the navel. He was John Cena's main birthday present. Well there were the other token gifts at the foot of the bed but well, he was the most important one!

Slowly the Viper slithered onto the bed. John's snores not even irritating this time of a morning as they usually were.

He reached under the bed for a half-open pack of Halls Extra Strong lozenges, pulled one of the frosty square cough sweets out and began to suck on it, the strong, cooling menthol flavour filling his mouth. He then placed one under John's tongue before striking.

Randy leaned down, just like his snake namesake and slowly bit on John's thick neck, sucking to leave a nice big hickey and moving down those huge pecs...mmmm...what a hunk...still so hot and arousing to Randy after fourteen plus years. He began to kiss and lick slowly down John's abs...mmmm...

He got to the waistband of John's Calvins. Weird going straight to sleep without fucking but Randy didn';t want to waste it.

"Birthday boy..." he rasped, licking his lips.

He slowly hooked his tanned fingers into the waistband and yanked the garment down John's huge, powerful, tree-trunk legs. What a BODY. Every single time it got Randy's pulse racing.

John was still snoring, dead to the world. Such a heavy sleeper.

Morning wood though.

Randy slowly began to jerk him off.

"C'mon...wake up.." he hissed.

John wriggled and grunted, thankfully not choking on the Halls in his mouth.

Randy then bent down and slowly closed his lips around the big man's cock. He began to deepthroat, skilfully keeping the sweet in his mouth as well as John's flesh...John groaned some more...

And then his blue eyes shot open, his senses attacked from every which way. Menthol. A cooling sensation on his cock...the scent of Randy's cologne filling the air. Wait was he eating a candy?

He groaned in pleasure as Randy's magical mouth continued to do its work.

"Morning," rumbled Randy, releasing his man and crawling up the huge chest. He leaned down and kissed John.

John kissed back.

"Morning, why did you stop?" he flashed those dimples.

"Birthday boy," Randy growled, "Thought you might like your first present."

He leaned up, flexing that incredible, hewn from stone body, snapping his hips to show John the rosette.

"You,..." snorted John, fondling the bulge in those tiny briefs. Mmm. What a present! "Can i open it now?"

"Please..." moaned Randy.

John slowly undid the rosette, discarding it before sticking his head into Randy's crotch, inhaling the manliness. SLowly, slowly he began to peel the briefs down, Randy gasping and writhing at the touching, aching for some relief of his own.

Then he paused, slapping John;s hands away and pulling the briefs back up. He was teasing John.

"Stay," he rasped, "Watch."

He began to move sultrily, working his body. Yes. Randy Orton, 13 time WWE World Champ, was giving John Cena a fucking lap dance.

John realised what he was doing and complied.

Randy wriggled back before turning around, shaking his still-pretty-flat ass, rubbing his hands up and down his inked, ripped torso, moaning, turning himself on even more. John was mesmerised. Fuck. Randy the sex kitten.

He grabbed at the breif-clad ass and spanked it. Randy moaned.

"You can take them down if you like," came that seductive bassy rumble.

John slowly peeled the tiny garment down those copper coloured cheeks. He snapped the elastic of the waistband against Randy's skin.

"C'mon Johnny..."

"Want me to take 'em all the way off?"

A pained moan of desire.

That would be a yes.

John helped his boy out of the tiny briefs.

Randy sat on John's face.

Instantly John began to rim Randy, tasting mentholated lubricant. The minx had prepped himself. Oh Randal. John didn't even have to do any work this morning!

Randy whimpered and writhed in ecstasy.

"Stop Johnny...I'm so turned on..."

"We got all mornin.."

"Yes anything you say birthday boy..." groaned Randy, unable to take the teasing much longer. He just wanted to sit on John's cock.

John slowly began to eat Randy out, enjoying the tortured whimpers that filled the room. Only he, John, could ever get those sounds out of the Viper. Only he, John, could ever get Randy to legit scream like a bitch.

"Such a tasty fuckin' ass," John slipped into Thuganomics era which he knew made Randy weak at the knees.

"All for you,.." Randy groaned, "My man..."

Fuck John could never fail to make him a mess.

He crawled away, unable to take it much longer, arching his back. He reached for the lubricant before turning around, his lips parted, his eyes heavy, the picture of sheer seduction.

John just smiled. All for him. Happy Birthday John indeed.

Randy slowly squirted the cooling lube onto his fingers and began to stroke John's cock, slicking him up nicely.

"Just lay there Johnny," he growled, "And look like the hot fucking hunk you've always been.."

"OK.." John flashed the dimples.

Randy looked up at the mirror and smirked at his own reflection. Oh YES. His favourite sight. That huge hulk beneath him whilst he rode that dick.

Wriggling back, his perfect thighs either side of John's stomach, he lowered himself downwards...his mouth forming an O as John slid into his pre-lubricated hole...ohhh yess...cooling...

"Fuck Randal.." moaned John. What a fucking sight.

He picked his phone up and took a photo of the Viper. The unmistakeable evidence of Randy Orton's true identity - insatiable lust for John Cena's dick.

"Johnny..." moaned Randy as his prostate got hit just right, "Phone down.."

"Sorry, one for the days when we're apart.."

John reached for his boy's hands. The fingers locked tight as Randy's well-trained hips got to work and he began to ride John for all he was damn worth, moaning and whimpering as loud as possible. Yes. Oh fucking YES John.

Randy leaned down and devoured John's lips.

"Happy...*loud moan*...birthday..." he whined.

"Good boy.." rasped John, "Ride it...go on baby...take what's yours.."

Randy's whimpers only got louder and he began to move even faster. He was SO turned on...this wasn't going to last long...he was ACHING for some relief.

"Johnny...fuck...John...fuck..."

"Why you being so quiet?" snarled John, "My birthday Orton. I want the whole of this fucking town to hear who you belong to today!"

"FUCK JOHN!" roared Randy as his prostate got hit particulalrly hard and in JUST the right place. Yes. He was going to unleash himself. He moved faster and faster, riding John like a rodeo cowboy and bellowing his ecstasy to the heavens. He didn't give a fuck WHO heard them this morning. He was fucking Randy Cena and he wanted the world to know that damnit.

John's masculine grunts and snarls mixed perfectly with Randy's higher-in-pitch cries. Their hands gripped one another tighter as both their climaxes thundered through their bodies..

"FUck yeah Orton...gonna nut right in yo ass..."

"Make me...please make Johnny.." Randy sounded desperate, the muscles around his entire central section tightening almost intolerably...he needed to just blow OFF...

He clenched his hole tight around John.

"FUUuuuckk.." snarled John, "You SLUT.."

"Close..." growled Randy between cries, "Johnny...gonna..."

"Do it Orton, fuckin shoot your nut all over me..."

Randy continued to cry out, riding hard and fast before suddenly tensing right up and screaming...yes...bassy Randy screamed...and exploded all over John's abs...his pecs...John hissed in pain as Randy's fingers locked tighter than ever...

Randy was spent. Totally spent. He'd come harder than he anticipated...he was gasping...tired...red...sweaty...but still he rode...wanting John to come inside him.

"Fuck yes Orton...good man,...good man.." snarled John, thrusting up as hard as possible, urging his orgasm upwards, "Fuck...oh fuck yeah...fuck here it comes...fuck fuck...oh fuck gonna nut..."

A masculine roaring bellow as John too, finally went over the edge and exploded deep inside Randy, the younger man clenching his hole tight to take everything John offered him.

Both men were a messy mass of muscle. Sweat sheening over their combined 500 plus pounds. Randy leaned down, John still inside him as their lips crashed together.

"Happy birthday," Randy hissed.

"THank you," John whispered, "Awesome present.."

Randy eased himself off and lay next to John, reaching beside the bed for the presents bag.

"Just yet?" John panted, "Let's lay for a bit Randall..."

"Suits me," the Viper breathed, resting his head on the thick, soiled chest of his beloved.

---

Cesaro's eyesshot open.

Damn it!

Once more he was having the most delicious dream. He and Tyson making slow, sweaty love in bed. Tyson's whines music to his ears, that amazing body writhing beneath the Swiss.

"Oh man we shouldn't..." Cesaro could still hear the Canadian's gasps of forbidden pleasure.

And he had a raging hardon that refused to go down.

Well, he did have to go-to fuckbuddies to release his tension in at the moment.

He threw the covers off his naked, furry, Herculean frame and took a photo of his hard cock, sending it to both Miz and Corey with the text 'Who wants to help this go down? ;)'

They were such sluts and so willing to just be used as walking cum dumpsters. It was so wrong on so many levels.

A knock on his hotel room door.

Which one did he get? Or had both of them showed up?

He padded shamelessly naked to the door, cock out and proud.

Corey Graves. In a hastily pulled on pair of briefs.

"Well morning handsome," the inked commentator simpered, "Morning wood need getting rid of?"

"Got it," smirked Cesaro.

"Mike found another conquest," Corey explained, walking in and shedding his briefs. He climbed onto the bed.

Cesaro rejoined him.

"Who?" grunted the Swiss, kissing the inked slut on the mouth. Corey moaning against his lips.

"He wouldn't say..." Corey, with a lustful sneer, grabbed the Swiss's cock and began to jerk it.

"Bend over, ass up," Cesaro ordered.

"Yes sir," grinned Corey, obeying, arching his back, his pert smooth ass skyward.

"Damn..." snarled Cesaro, rubbing Corey's ass to keep his fucktoy turned on as he rootled through his bag, "I haff no condoms...rubbers.."

"It's OK..." purred Corey, "You can do me bare."

"But..."

"I'm all fine," Corey smiled, "Just be a good hunk and prep me.."

Cesaro reached for his lube. His last few fucks had been with Mike who liked it bare. This was so bad.

Wait.

One Durex left.

Right at the bottom.

Phew.

He tore the sachet open with his teeth and unrolled the rubber onto himself.

Corey looked visibly disappointed but hey, he was getting a fuck he didn;'t have to work for. He and Mike were such SLUTS and did they give a fuck? Nope.

He whimpered crassly as he was prepped before shuffling back towards the Swiss as the big hunk kneeled forward.

"Oh YES!" screamed Corey as he was penetrated, "Come on big guy, you know what I like now!"

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Cody Rhodes was in his and Eden's hotel room bed. His wife out for her morning workout.

He had just gotten off Facetime to Josh and was looking down at his smooth, toned, muscular body and an epic release all up it. Naughty. Why did his and Josh's Facetimes always end up with both of them naked and jerking off? Hehehe.

"Miss you.." he whined.

He had to admit he was impressed with his own stamina. Because he was a married man after all.

Buzz buzz.

From: Joshy *heart emojis*

Impressive ;) Marital and extramarital fun in 1 day. Coddles The Sex Machine ;) xx

Cody realised something. He was technically in a polyamorous relationship as he was with two people.

Wow.

He tapped a text back.

To: Joshy *heart emojis*

I love you the most Joshy :'( Sex with you always blows my mind. You make me feel like nobody else ever has xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A tear fell onto his screen and he sniffled.

Buzz buzz

From: Joshy *heart emojis*

I should come see you soon. Maybe I'll drop by Extreme Rules. CM Cunt's hometown LOL ;)

Cody beamed.

He squeed. Even though he was alone.

He put the timer on the phone camera and wriggled back, making a heart shape with his hands on his bare pecs, and smiling adorably. He sent the photo to Josh along with a text saying "PLEASE! *lots of happy emojis*".

Buzz Buzz

From: Joshy *heart emojis*

Oh my God...I actually teared up *shocked emoji*. You're the cutest Coddles. Love you lots and see you in Chicago on Sunday, no excuses ;) xxx

Cody squealed with excitment. How lame was he? But he didn't care.

A knock on the door. Who was that? Way too early for room service!

"Brandi? THought you had the key?" he called.

No answer.

Cody wiped his abs down and found his briefs, slipping them on. He padded to the door. This better not be a fan.

He pulled open the door.

"Hey!" Finn fucking Balor. At THIS hour?!

"Finny..."

BIG hugs.

"Where you been? Why you not in Wade's bed?"

"I have been. Just fancied an early one..." Finn planted a huge smacker on Cody's cheek, "Sorry I wasn't at the Smackdown tapings! Bloody jobsworth security guard turned me away! Said my ID was a fake!"

"Really? What the fuck? How could ANYONE at WWE not recognise your face?"

"Unless he was paid to by someone...anyhooo...yay I'm here..."

"Come on in, excuse the mess," Cody said, leading his reuinited bestie inside.

"Wifey out?" asked Finn.

"Yup..."

"Good job I didn't come by earlier.."

COdy blushed.

"Yeah...that...and then once...she went out for a run...guess who Facetimed me.."

"Josh? So I bet your fingers got a wee bit busy back there didn't they? THat's stamina sweets.." giggled Finn.

Cody was bright red.

"You are like every bisexual's dream," Finn said, "Married to a woman with a man on the side with the wife's approval!"

"Let's not Finny.." Cody mumbled, before huggling him some more, still feeling guilty for snapping at him in London, "Awww..you smell nice.."

"You look good in those pants," Finn remarked, "Take it those are for Josh not for Eden?"

"Shut up.." mumbled Cody, "So where did you go last night?"

"Had to go to a bar and watch the show there. Like a fan."

"Alright for you, all that beer and whiskey. Hehehehe. Bet you felt at home."

"Hey!" pouted Finn, "Let's get one thing clear sweets...just because I'm Irish doesn't mean I like to spend 24 hours a day ratarsed. I have one beer a week. You don't get my figure by necking beer every bloody night. It's such a tired stereotype Coddles and I thought you'd be more educated than that."

He looked pretty offended and Cody was annoyed at himself. But hey Finn was teasing him about his lovelife so he supposed they were one-all.

"Sorry.." he mumbled.

"It's Ok," Finn smiled, cuddling up, "I deserved that for winding you up about your marital arrangements..whatever makes you all happy sweets. So...Cena's birthday? Obviously I'm coming. We can keep the pondlife at the door."

"Randella invited the whole roster except Ryder," Cody said, "So that means...Mess, Fat-Ass and Rat Skank will show up. And CesarHo."

"Well we do need some party games," Finn shrugged, "Kicking the crap out of that lot seems like a good one."

"And guess what?" Cody grinned like a little kid, "I found Sheamus a new man...I made Randal invite said man.."

"Who's left for him to shag sweets? All the gays, the hot non-trashy ones anyway, are taken."

"Didn't Wade tell you?"

"We had sex and watched a film. We only got last night together...hehehe."

"Typical. Anyhoo...opinion on Shea-Dango?"

"YAASS.." beamed Finn, "I'd probably let him dance all over my arse with his cock."

"Me too to be honest," Cody said, "Omigod Omigod Omigod it means I get to spill some hot ass tea on him!"

He was bouncing on the bed like a hyped-up kid.

"What? TELL!"

Finn grabbed Cody's hands.

They were BOTH like hyped-up kids now!

Cody whispered into his ear:

"Fandango is a BDSM master. He has a Pleasuredome. Toys. Slings. Fuck machines. Electrodes. You name it. Rubber gear. Harnesses..."

"Oh lord save us.." gasped Finn, actually doing the 'In the name of the Father, The Son and the Holy Ghost' on his chest.

"I know right?" Cody beamed, "Sheamus is in for a treat..."

"I can't see big ol' Sheamus getting dominated," Finn replied.

"Fandango is straight up vers," Cody whispered, not like they were being earwigged but because he was cute like that, "Likes to be dominated as well as dominate. He dated Teddy after me."

"I wondered who DiBiase moved onto? Fancy that...the good Christian boy a piggy?"

"Ew! Finny have some respect! Teddy was a sub! Different! Fandango turned him into one. With me, Teddy was pure top...mostly...I did pop his ass cherry hehehehe...but anyhoo...yep, he is Christian Grey on acid. He used to make everyone at work spank Teddy on his glorious phat ass...and Teddy got off on it. But unfortunately, Teddy decided that it was too much sin and he decided to go do the Lord's work instead. He became born-again and left. We don't speak much...haven't done so since Christmas. He follows both my Twitters still but that's it. Not much for five years together and many childhood encounters in the biz."

"Awww, I didn't know," Finn said, "But then you found your true love so it happened for a reason. You did say you bragged to Josh about yours and Ted's sex life as a way of dropping hints to Josh what you liked."

"I know. I was a bad person," Cody sighed, "I did love Teddy. But I was denying myself the one I truly wanted. Teddy's more pansexual. I was his first guy. He enjoyed the experience with Fandango but decided it wasn't for him. Oh well. He's happy. Anyhoo...you and Wade? If say...you did get married one day...would you have it ina church or not?"

"Would love to," Finn said, "Preferably in rural County Wicklow. But it's against the Catholic faith obviously."

"Ireland is beautiful," Cody said, "And so are its people.."

"WOuldn't call Sheamus beautiful," smiled Finn, pecking his cheek, "But thank you sweets. Becky's beauty is slept on. And I have to ask. Are you truly Dusty's kid? Because you are drop-dead gorge and I have no shame in telling you that."

"OK Sheamus is sexy," Cody said, "And yes. I am a real Rhodes. I get that all the fucking time Finny. Just how things are. You don't look like your dad. And my dad is only just recovering from teaching you to drive. Hehehehe."

"We're just flawless," Finn grinned, "We should wear LayCool hoodies tonight. And my driving wasn't THAT bad! Mean!"

"If Lay still has any!" giggled Cody, "Omigod...I had this dream the other night that we tagged at a house show. We came out to Catch Your Breath but with gold lighting and did the Bellas entrance - the booty bump on the ramp and the roll-over the ropes to get in."

"That would be EPIC," Finn sighed, "Who were we against?"

"Miz and Maddox hehehehe. We creamed their fat asses and then did the loser signs when we won..by double team. I did the Cross Rhodes on Miz and you Coup De Graced his flabby stomach and got the pin, legit winding him. Oh and I had black and red mevlar and paint to match you. It was awesome."

"I might just pitch that to Triple H," grinned Finn, "That would slay everyone's lives. We are the Bosses of WWE sweets."

"Imma have to love you and leave you Finny cos I need a shower," Cody said.

"I can wait," smiled Finn, "I have Mortal Kombat to enjoy.."

He pulled his phone out as Cody went into the bathroom. A hurried set of ablutions later and the ravenette emerged back in those briefs but a lot fresher. Cody looked at what his bestie was wearing. Finn, still absorbed in the game, was naturally in his merch tee and shorts.

So Cody raided his bag.

"Oh look what I bought last night," he beamed, pulling out a Balor merch tee, "And I have those Nike shorts. AND those black sneakers."

"We can actually match," Finn grinned, switching the game off, "We are the true Bella Twins."

"Yaaass," Cody said, dressing. That's how he saw them. The male Bellas. Or LayCool.

They really did match head to toe. Cody took his rarely-used pomade (well whatever Josh used on HIS hair was obviously the best in Cody's view!) and used it to muss up what little hair he had to look even more like Finn. Why not work it and annoy everyone?

"Stuart's gonna cringe," giggled Finn.

"SELFIE!" Cody pulled him to the mirror.

He took a photo of them both, touching forefingers like Stardust would do to fans.

"Do my pose," Finn urged, snatching Cody's phone.

"Which one?" Cody teased, "The one that says 'I need dick in me right now' or the one that says 'I need to drop one huge deuce'?"

"HEY!" Finn pouted.

"You're the one who pops his booty on the turnbuckles, not me. And you don't wear a thong."

"So? I like to breathe when wrestling."

"I'm so glad we made up," Cody sighed, "Bestie."

"Bestie," Finn whispered, hugging him once more before linking their hands together tight.

Cody pecked their joined hands.

Finn did the same.

The door opened and Eden walked in, sporting workout gear.

"Oh...morning," she said, looking a touch put out at this uninvited guest.

"Hi Eden," Finn smiled.

"What have you done to my husband?" she laughed, taking in Cody's appearance and attire.

"Inducted him into the Balor Club?" Finn grinned, "You can join if you like?"

"I'm cool, thanks.." she shook her head, "But you now have to become Stardust Vee Two Point Zero in return."

"YAAASS BRANDI," Cody squealed, "You'd SO pull off mevlar Finny! We're gonna go get food..."

"You're out of Boo-Berry," Eden reminded him.

"Damnit...looks like it's protein pancakes again.."

"Which is lucky on my run back from the gym I passed a grocery store," Eden sighed, and she picked up her expensive Louis Vuitton bag (one of many gifts from the cute ravenette she married) to pull out a box of said cereal, which for the past five years was only available seasonally so Cody tended to buy it from wholesalers in bulk annually to keep him in it for the rest of the year! "Reduced to clear. Someone obviously loves you today."

"YAAAY!"

Cody embraced his wife rather more like a happy child hugged a mother before taking it.

Eden shook her head as her alarmingly childlike husband left with his 33 year old playmate and his box of blue sugar-laden cereal. Men! But at least life with Cody was NEVER boring.

---

In a downtown Starbucks, three men hailing from various parts of the British isles were sat drinking lattes. Most unmanly but hey coffee was needed on a work day.

Wade Barrett, Sheamus and Adrian Neville.

"Weird seeing ya without Balor," Neville remarked.

"Stuey's good at the old space thing," Sheamus smirked, "And anyway, he wasn't allowed to hang out with us unless the pretty boyfriend got to go play with Starboy."

"Sacrifices have to made," Wade grinned, "How you getting on anyway mate. I thought you and Zayn were quids in to be called up together."

"He placed a bet on it," Sheamus added.

"How much dosh did you lose?" asked Adrian.

"Fifty dollars," Wade groaned.

"Fifty bucks in me back pocket. Bought a few rounds," Sheamus grinned.

"It's been great," Adrian said, "Not the being without Rami thing, but how awesome everyone's been to me."

"I bet Zayn threw a right hissy fit when he found out you were called up," Sheamus said.

"Don't go there..." sighed Adrian, "If I don't phone him three times a day, I get the silent treatment."

"Jesus..." hissed Wade, "I want Fergal away from your bloody fella...that's where he gets this phonecall thing from!"

"Oh Stuey don't be such a misery, what's so bad about calling the guy you want to marry more than once a day?" Sheamus said, with a huge shit-eating grin as he dropped Wade right in it.

Adrian's eyes widened.

"Huh?" the Geordie said, "You and Devitt are gonna get married? Bit soon innit?"

Wade rolled his eyes. Clearly Zayn hadn't told Neville THAT tidbit.

"Not exactly," he huffed.

"Well you were on the DUblin show with us," Adrian smirked, "And you did go to Bray the day before...ahh I see it. Doing it the old fashioned way? What did you do? Take Devitt's dad for a beer and ask him if you could marry his superstar son?"

"That's exactly it..." Wade mumbled, "You even TELL Fergal though Mighty Mouse and I will break your legs."

Adrian laughed and SHeamus just smirked.

"Would I do that, Rami would lop my bollocks off with rusty barbed wire!" the smaller, younger Brit said, "He's very protective of Devitt.."

"That lad needs no protection with his sharp tongue," Sheamus sighed.

"Tell me about it, training was a laugh some days," snarked Adrian, "Can't believe he and Rhodes have teamed up...when Rami gets called up..."

"God help us all..." Wade sighed.

"We just retire to the pub," Sheamus grinned, "Simple."

"NO!" Adrian and Wade said in unison.

"Wusses," teased the Irishman.

"If I was out too late with the lads on NXT - Cass, Enzo, Tyler..so forth...I would have to sleep on the sofa and get the silent treatment in the morning!" Adrian spluttered.

"I haven't reached that stage yet," Wade smirked, "But Fergal has told me I spend too much time with Ste."

"Excuse me! He's always in Rhodes' back pocket when he's here!" Adrian replied, "Jesus...what a hypocrite."

"You two are arsepussy-whipped," Sheamus chortled, "You're supposed to be real men. Even a pipsqueak like you Neville!"

"Do you want to face Fergal's wrath if I get too bladdered after Cena's party?" Wade challenged him.

"Me? I'll be too busy hopefully sleeping with the last remaining available lad on this roster!" smirked Sheamus smugly.

"What?" Adrian raised his eyebrows.

"Fandango. Rhodes' idea," Wade sighed.

"Wondering if I've bitten off more than I can chew," admitted Sheamus.

"Too gay for your tastes?" teased Adrian.

"I'll tell you lads more after the party," Sheamus said.

Wade's phone rang. Catch Your Breath. Three guesses who that was.

"Better answer that Stuey," teased Sheamus.

"And quick," Adrian added with a curl of the lips.

Wade tapped the green icon.

"'Ello love.." he grunted.

"Hey Stuart...having a nice time?"

"Yeah thanks, just me and the other lads down Starbucks...yes we are! Not in the bloody pub yet!"

"You better not be. That Sheamus is a bad influence on you."

"And that Cody is one on you."

"Cheeky *cute giggle* We're out with the Bella Twins at some local organic spot. And Daniel too. Could always meet us there.."

"Don't want my clumsy big arse invading girl time do you?" Wade chuckled.

"Wouldn't call Bryan a girl," Finn replied, "Just wanted to see how you were...seeing as I left you in bed.."

"I'm sure I coped," Wade smirked, "We have to be at the arena for 6."

"Hopefully this time no jobsworth security guard. Can't believe it...first the taping and then yesterday's house show..like someone's plotting against me."

"Don't get into conspiracy theories love... look I better go...battery.."

"Getting rid of me?" Finn sounded hurt.

"No no...just...you're out...I'm out..."

"Fine. See you later Stuart."

He sounded PISSED OFF.

"Bye...oh shit he hung up.."

Wade scowled as Sheamus AND Neville both smirked at him.

"Yeah OK, shut it," he snapped at them.

"In trouble with the missus?" teased Sheamus.

"That's Rami's influence," Adrian said, "What's your crime?"

"Not wanting to do idle chit chat down the phone," Wade sighed.

"Know that feeling," Adrian said, "Rami's JUST the same..."

"Bloody MEN," huffed Wade.

"Yeah whatever Stuey," catcalled Sheamus, "You talk about him ALL the time mate. You'd be a right miserable bastard if he dumped you."

"Course I bloody would.." Wade looked at his lock screen.

"Awwww..." teased Adrian, "Cute photo. So when you gonna get on one knee and make an honest woman out of The Prince?"

"Princess more like," Sheamus grinned.

"I am telling him you said that Ste," snarled Wade.

"Oooh I'm scared," Sheamus jeered.

"You should be," Adrian said, "I've seen Devitt's ugly side."

"As has Miz. And especially Cesaro," Wade groaned, "Ste you're gonna get that stupid mohawk torn out your bonce later when I tell Fergal what you called him."

"Like to see the little Scrappy Doo try!" Sheamus laughed. He knew that he shouldn't tempt fate like this. He'd seen that Devitt tempter flare up - London being a PRIME example. Maybe he was getting cocky because he was out with the lads and because copious amounts of beer and possibly pulling was on the agenda tonight.

"Princess Scrappy Doo," Adrian teased, "Oh Devitt's gonna be pissed off at you mate.."

He tapped a text to HIS better half.

To: Rami

Sheamus has just gotten into deep shit. He called Balor 'princess scrappy doo' *laughter emojis*

Buzz buzz.

From: Rami

*angry emoji* Sheamus better not take talking smack about Fergal lightly! Why is everyone so mean to him? *sad emoji* Missing you Ben *heart emojis* how's the road? xx

Adrian tapped a response

To: Rami

Would have been better with you tbh. Still, Sheamus & Wade have taken me in. No Paige to banter with though..haha. They should call you up soon. Keep Balor & Stardust in line ;) xx

Buzz.

From: Rami

I won't beat Fergal n Codes, I'll join them *wink emojis* And yes. I hate NXT without you Ben. My bed (and ass ;)) are SO empty :( Might come to Extreme Rules ;) xx

Adrian smirked. Yes. He missed Sami at night time especially but wasn't man enough to admit that for fear of being made fun of.

---

John and Randy had managed to find a decent enough bar and hired out their entire upper floor for the party. The owner (it was a gay bar) was a big WWE (and Randy) fan so was more than willing to let them have it at a discounted rate at the last minute. John had explained it away as showing how all-welcoming WWE were when really he just wanted all couples, gay, straight, lesbian alike, to feel comfortable.

ANd because John was feeling ultra-charitable on his birthday, he'd extended his invite to as many NXT superstars and divas as possible. More the merrier. But no Zack. Oh fuck no.

He was sporting a smart button down and jeans (bought for him in town by Randy) rather than his usual ill-fitting suits. Randy was matching him. Some Total Divas filming had already been done and Nikki was trying to impress Randy by helping John set everything up. She was a bit sick of the Viper always baring his fangs whenever she was around.

"Anything else I can do?" she asked.

"Er...do a final group text so we know who's coming?" John suggested, "Let's see the confirmed guest list?"

Nikki opened her iPad on Facebook. Confirmed guests included:

Randy, John, Wade, Sheamus, Finn, Kane, Noble, Mercury, Rollins, Ambrose, Rhodes, Eden, Neville, Ziggler, Axel, Ryback, Daniel, Brie, Nikki, Natalya, Kidd, Naomi, Jimmy Uso, Roman, Tamina, Emma, Summer Rae, Corey Graves, Brad Maddox, Cesaro, Fandango, Kingston, Big E, Woods, and from NXT; Owens, Dillinger, Becky Lynch, Sasha, Crowe, Breeze, Itami, Charlotte. Zayn was a maybe.

Quite a guest list already.

Randy perused it. Ugh. Some he'd rather not be here but at least Ryder wasn't going to show his ugly mug.

"Randal.." John warned him, "My birthday. No drama."

"Would I do that?" Randy rubbed his chin scruff with the naughtiest grin.

"Stop trying to be Alanna, it's not cute," John teased.

Nikki was sending a mass group text to everyone on the list whose number she had. John was doing so too.

Randy meanwhile was busy getting himself a beer.

"Wait for our guests!" John barked.

"The stress this party planning has put me under.." pouted Randy.

"Go and ring your daughter," John ordered.

"But..."

"No buts Randal. My day."

Le sigh. Randy padded out, his expensive designer loafers clacking against the much-polished wooden floor to ring his beloved little girl.

Someone had to be THE first arrival. The Cenation leader was wondering whom it would be.

The door opened and in walked four people - Tyson Kidd, Natalya, Brie Bella and Daniel Bryan. Well only natural really.

Nikki was already on it and unscrewing one of the champagne bottles.

---

"C'mon Stuey," Sheamus was saying to Wade who was hovering outside the entrance of the bar, "You promised first round mate.."

"Yeah don't be boring," Adrian Neville added.

"If I don't wait outside for Fergal, my bollocks will be nailed to the wall," the Brit complained.

"He still giving ye the cold shoulder?" asked Sheamus.

Wade nodded.

"What if he's already here? You'll look a reet twat stood out here on yer tod all night," Adrian smirked.

---

Cody and Finn were stood by the door, volunteering themselves as bouncers while guests were still arriving. Both men were dressed head-to-toe in identical outfits - black tight button-downs with the top few buttons fashionably undone to flash their toned pecs. Designer shades (the latest of course) adorned their pretty faces.

"Hope this is the last of them," Finn was saying, between greeting Charlotte Flair and SOlomon Crowe, who'd shared a cab and plane to reduce their costs, "I have a hot man inside waiting for me."

"Don't let us keep you," giggled Charlotte.

"Yeah are we cramping your style?" smirked Solomon.

"We're bouncers," Finn corrected them.

"Don't bouncers have to be built more like Kevin or Bull?" Charlotte grinned.

"MEAN!" Finn pouted, "You two better be the last in. I'm getting bored Coddles."

"Not going in until we can be sure no basic messes invite themselves along," Cody said obstinately, ushering the two NXT stars through the doors.

"Orton won't allow the likes of Graves in," Finn assured him, "Damn you look fit as..."

"Not so bad yourself," Cody smiled back, having learned British expression from years of friendship with Layla and Paige. What? Besties were allowed to compliment each other!

"I would have shown up in just knickers but not sure Cena would appreciate that," Finn grinned.

"Wade would," Cody grinned, "I've seen the latest NXT stills gurl. Booty meat all hanging out."

Finn sucked his thumb naughtily, the cutest grin of mischeif lifting his lips.

"I'm behaving myself, as far as I am concerned CesarHo doesn't exist," he said.

"He's porking the dirtiest holes in WWE. He's dirt. AnyHOO, we have Operation Get Sheamus Fandangoing to work on."

"YAASS," Finn said, "Hey...isn't that?"

Exiting a cab down the road was a tall figure in a flat cap, a khaki merch tee, slacks and shiny brogues on his feet.

"Omigod..." Cody said, "SAMIIIIII!"

He waved.

The man beamed and sprinted over.

"HEY!" he gushed, hugging them both, "Is Ben inside?"

"Yep. With Barrett, Sheamus and Ziggler," Cody said, "Ziggler's actually being nice. Maybe because he's free of Mess."

"Codes. Fergal. What's with the outfits?" Sami demanded, "Damnit, Saraya's slacking."

"We're matching. D'ah," Cody sassed, "Couldn't you have at least worn something other than a Sami And The Zayniacs tee?"

"I don't do fashionista," Sami grinned, "So why you out here instead of showing the rest of the company how to party?"

"We're monitoring guests," Cody explained, "Cena deserves better than trash dirtying his party."

"Open invite," Finn added, "Which means Maddox and Graves will show up."

"Yeuch. Rat Skank even shows his ugly face and it'll be embedded in the sidewalk with my boot print on his diseased ass," Sami snarled, "Well, don't be too long boys. I'm gonna go prise the shots out of Ben's hand. Damnit. Trust him to try and get in with the big Brit boys. Typical!"

He harrumphed like an exasperated mother before stomping inside.

Cody and Finn howled with laughter.

"I can't wait to see Neville's face," Cody giggled.

"We did try to warn him," Finn said, "Out our hands sweets."

"Sami should be called up already," Cody sighed, "He makes our three amigos then."

"YAS," Finn said, "Geeks who happen to be hot and fabulous."

"Please. Hot and fabulous? More like the Platypus and the Leprechaun," came a highly-irritating singsong Southern accent and the pair of them were faced with a sneering Brad Maddox and a smug-looking Corey Graves, both dressed to kill.

"Sorry what was that Ass Implants? Can't hear you over how irrelevant you are," sassed Cody, snapping his fingers in a Z-motion, "Why don't you sashay away?"

Corey and Brad just snorted cattily.

"Move it," Corey said, "Cena said open invite. And my sources tell me Reigns is inside. Away from his wife and thenceforth available."

"I don't think so Miss Thang," Cody got in his face, "Basic ass queen. Bye Felicia."

He shoved Corey backwards. The commentator stumbled but remained defiant.

"I have multiple concussions," hissed Corey, "One bruise on me and Triple H will make your careers go bye-bye."

"You heard the man," Finn spat, "Try the low rent gogo dive two streets away, more your scene."

"Nah, street corners are more their scene gurl," Cody said, "No tea, no shade. Girl boom, girl bye."

With a final Z-snap, he turned to stomp inside, blocking Corey from entry in the process.

"There;s a strict tidiness policy," sassed Finn, hauling Corey back by his shirt collar, "That means. No hot mess."

"You ain't shit Balor," Brad snarled, wrestling him off Corey, "Go back to Guinnessland or find trunks that fit."

"Call us when you get TV time fatarse," Finn deadpanned, dusting himself down, "Damn you two really are the most basic of basic bitches."

"And," Cody added, holding his nose, "Learn to douche before hitting the town. The stench of stale lube and desperation is making me barf."

He and Finn made catty fingers-down-throat gestures before sauntering into the bar, slamming the door behind them.

"Bitches," Brad cracked his knuckles.

"We won't be defeated hunty," Corey assured him, "Those two hot messes will be taken care off."

He began to text Cesaro, asking him to come let them in.

---

"At last, let's go party," Finn said, linking his arm in Cody's and leading his bestie to the bar.

"Are we breaking the beer diet?" Cody asked him.

"Only eaten salad so I have plenty of spare calories sweets," Finn grinned, as the hot shirtless bartender (so obviously queer) minced over, "Yes my good man, two Guinnesses please."

"Gurl...your shirts are on POINT," the bartender gushed, in the gayest voice known to man, "Just to make you hunties aware, cosmos are half price."

"C'mon Finny, we're in a gay bar," Cody wheedled, "When in Rome."

"Guinness will put hairs on your chest sweets," Finn replied.

"Finny...don't be boring...spirits and fruit juice, less calories than beer...which means more alcohol."

"OK," Finn sighed, "Two Cosmos please mate."

"Anything for you.." the barman was clearly smitten with this Irish hottie. The accent. The tight body. Those green eyes. That smile. HASHTAG SWOO-OOONN GURLFRIEND.

Further down the bar, John Cena, already fairly full of beer and bonhomie, spotted the two Queen Bees sashay to the bar and thumbed Wade's arm, causing the Englishman's beer to spill.

"Oi! Watch it!" complained Wade.

"Your girlfriend has arrived," John grinned, "Better go defrost him. Looks like our fabulous bartender's taken a shine to him."

"Fergal won't touch a mincing poof like that," growled Wade, all territorial, "Move it Cena."

He stomped over to where Finn and Cody were.

"Another Bud please mate," he growled gruffly, barging between them.

"Wait your turn gurl," sassed the barman.

"STUART."

"OOOFff..." Wade was smothered by an Irish cutie.

The bartender looked pissed.

Cody shot him a smirk.

"Nice try gogoboy," he sassed, Z-snapping, "My bestie is happily taken."

"Full price for those cosmos biatch," snapped the bartender, his sprayed, bleached quiff shining in the lights of the bar.

"Lads, what you getting?" Wade asked, as Finn's wandering hands did their usual, "Fergal. Behave..."

"Just showing Miss Thang behind the bar that I'm unavailable," Finn grinned, sucking on the Brit's aftershave-soaked neck, "Mmmm...Davidoff. My favourite on you darlin.."

"Yes yes OK...calm it," Wade was blushing. The big bloke. Blushing. Damnit.

"I'll get them," Cody said brightly, "You two need to catch up."

"Yes. I'm mad at you for not talking to me on the phone Stuart," Finn pouted, "And that you weren't waiting for me."

"Birthday boy was getting a round in for everyone," Wade tried his best apologetic face.

Cody paid for all the drinks.

"Spit in those honey and I'll break you," he said sweetly to the barman who had major resting bitchface, "Just remember you have the world's best pro wrestlers in your boss' establishment all night. Kisses."

He took his change and blew a sassy kiss as the barman stomped out the back.

"A'ight lads," came Sheamus' voice, "There you are Stuey. Out the doghouse yet?"

"Maybe. If he buys my next two drinks," Finn grinned, "Actually Sheamus. I hold you responsible. So you can instead."

"Hey. I hold my hands up," the bigger Irishman smirked, "Stuey, you gonna come sit in the corner? I'm on me own."

"What happened to Neville?" asked Wade.

"Zayn happened," Sheamus said, "He's been ordered onto the lemonade for the next HOUR. Jesus he's under the bloody thumb..."

"Only cos Sami doesn't drink," Cody added, "Don't want poor Adrian getting brewer's droop do we?"

"Hell to the no," Finn added, "I deal with a sexually frustrated Generico day to day. He's getting a good rodgering tonight and that's that. Just so my life at the PC can be a little easier."

"I'm gonna go tell Neville to bonk Zayn in the back room and make it quick," Sheamus said.

"Sami's not a messy queen. He doesn't do back rooms," Cody said sternly, "Anyway...satsuma balls...why aren't you chatting up Fandingledangwashisnameo?"

"Yes Sheamus? I've heard you've got your mince pies all over the dancer with the Pleasuredome," Finn chimed in, "Better get there before the sket brigade do."

"Oh bloody hell...you're kidding..." groaned Wade as he clocked Corey and Brad stood in a tight circle with Cesaro, "Who let those pricks in?"

"Cena," Cody snarled, "Open invite has its drawbacks. If they even TRY to ruin things for Sheamus and Fandango..."

"Then I'm ripping out Maddox's cheap weave and sticking a pin in his silicone arse," Finn hissed.

"What happened to just simply 'kick his head in'?" Wade said incredulously, "Why do you have to turn everything into RuPaul's Drag Race?"

"Because we are Head Bitches In Charge and basics must bow at our feet," Cody grinned, "Go big or go home Wade."

Nikki Bella glided over at that point with two champagne glasses and a bottle of Dom. It was her responsibility to ensure that everyone had one upon arrival. And before she and Natalya finished it all off!

"Heyy girls," she smiled, "What kept you? The party was starting to drag."

"Keeping riff-raff out but unfortunately CesarHo got them in," Cody snarled, "I'm ignoring him out of respect for Randalyn's dick-on-a-stick."

Nikki squealed with laughter as she poured them glasses of fizz, a little wobbly.

"I better get John to come say hi," she giggled, "If Randy will allow it."

"Tell Randalyn to get that stick out his flat ass," Cody sassed, "Where's Brandi? You better not be letting HER glass run dry Nicole."

He wagged his finger at her.

"Your lovely wife is on the one way railroad to Brie Mode," Nikki assured him, indicating a table of divas to her left which consisted of Natalya, Becky Lynch, Sasha Banks, Summer Rae, Renee Young, Brie Bella and Eden. With a few champagne bottles between them.

"Good. I want her to let her hair down," Cody said.

Two tanned arms wrapped around his middle at that point. He jumped.

"Heyyy..." came a Hammersmith-mixed-with-Florida accent and Cody turned to see a merry Layla.

"LAY..." He hugged her tight.

"Was worried you weren't going to come, but Eden said you had business to attend to," she said, "I put in a request later."

"Oooh what for?" Cody asked.

"Well, it's been how many years, thought we'd recreate the most legendary moment in history?" giggled Layla.

"Lay you didn't..."

"I hope your Vogueing isn't too rusty," the English girl smiled, "Shame Paige had to miss it. Hi Finn..."

Finn looked guilty and gave her a small smile.

"Sorry...for London," he mumbled.

"It's cool, I've been filled in. Let me kiss you on both cheeks," Layla said and she did so, "Now. Important question boyo. Do you know how to Vogue?"

"Do I look like an underground gay clubber from the Nineties?" Finn asked.

"In that shirt and shades you'd pass," teased Layla, "Just copy us later. Anyway I better powder my nose."

She walked away, phone in hand.

"No shade Finny," Cody scolded him.

"Wasn't...was just playing," Finn smiled, "Where's Stuart gone?"

"Sheamus must have taken him," Cody said, "C'mon Finny drink up. Where's your party spirit gurl? Loosen Wade's leash for one night? Hey...where's Dean? I can't see him or Seth."

"I can't see Generico either. Or Adrian. Never mind sweets, let's go join Total Divas to up the pretty stakes."

He grabbed Cody by the arm to yank him towards the Divas table.

---

In the darkened back room, grateful, loud, gasping moans filled the air along with the sound of slapping skin.

Adrian Neville was laying on the lino floor, his small-but-incredibly-ripped body cushioned by his clothing, whilst downy, ivory legs clamped around his middle.

"Ohh BEN.." moaned Sami Zayn in total gratitude, "Don't stop..."

He was clad in his Sami And The Zayniacs shirt and a sexy red and black jockstrap, his perfect round ass bouncing off of Adrian's Herculean thighs. Yes. He'd dragged his beau into a backroom for some rough sex. Sami was sick of Cody and Finn ripping him for being frigid. Despite all his talk of his and Neville's sex life. He wanted to show that he could be a partygay too. And riding his British hunk on the floor of a gay club partially clothed was just the thing to do. Adrian was hitting his prostate just right and his orgasm was getting close.

Adrian had never seen Sami look so fucking HOT. Why had the redhead waited till NOW to buy a jockstrap? His arse was BANGING in it. And the front was mesh.

"Take...your...fucking shirt off.." he snarled, gripping Sami's thighs as he thrust up some more.

Sami snapped his slim hips expertly and sultrily, in the meagre lighting of this sleazy room, began to peel off his tee, whimpering in Arabic.

"What..." groaned Adrian, "Did...oohhh fuck...did you say...?"

"I say it in English and *WHIMPER* I'd be excommunicated..." whined Sami, leaning down for some sexy urgent kisses.

"Fuck yeah.." Adrian growled. It had been a year or so now. He was so comfortable with this dating a man stuff. He and Sami had even started watching gay porn together...or rather he'd been on the road. Ginger porn. Anything featuring men who looked like Sami..

Sami pulled himself off and bent over, arching like a pro.

"Nail me like I'm some grindr slut you picked up in this place Ben," he whined, writhing in a wanton manner, holding his jock-framed pale cheeks apart, "Pull my hair. Make me submit you stud..."

"Fuck Rami get called up soon because I miss you..." snarled Adrian, re-entering the tight ass and yanking the short red hair, starting to pound the slim taller redhead like a slut. Sami just moaning as loud as possible.

They weren't the only couple who'd snuk in for some urgent fun...

Sami paused as he heard whimpers and the sound of an ass being spanked.

"Ben!" he hissed.

"What?" grunted Adrian.

"We're not alone," Sami moaned, fucking himself on Adrian...wow. He was on heat tonight, "Harder. Faster. We're blatantly hotter."

"Anything you say..." moaned Adrian, his long hair once tied in a neat bun now in a wavy disarray around his pointed face as he began to really pound Sami,m the redhead emitting curses and whines, almost screams.

Sami wanted relief...his cock was straining against the mesh of the small pouch only just containing him...or even better just blow off in this damn jock...but he could never cum unaided when being taken from behind.

"Oh fuck...I'm gonna..." Adrian groaned, the thought that they were competiive-fucking urging his climax close.

"Do it Ben, cum in my fucking ASS..." Sami cried as loud as he can...

Two male cries sounded as the unseen other couple both clearly shot their wads.

Wait Sami knew those voices...

Adrian yanked Sami back and held him tight as he bellowed 'FUCK' and exploded in the redhead's tight ass.

"Ohh Ben...thank you.." moaned Sami, leaning back to steal some kisses from his beloved.

"Sorry baby you weren't done..." panted Adrian.

"Then get on your knees Geordie," snarled Sami, pulling his jock down, his hard cock springing free, "And suck me off."

WOOF.

Adrian LOVED dominant!Sami. As long as he remained a dominant bottom that is. He sunk to his knees, taking in the redhead's sultry musky scent as he began to suck Sami off. The redhead started to urgently fuck the Brit's face until he whimpered garbled Arabic and Adrian felt a powerful shot of warmth strike the back of his throat. And several more followed. Wow Sami was frustrated.

"Ohhh Ben..." gasped Sami, coaxing his shorter partner up for some naughty kisses, "I love you."

"Love you too.." whispered Adrian, shaking his hair fully loose, "Not romantic..."

"Anywhere with you is romantic...my beloved," Sami moaned, running his fingers through Adrian's dark brown wavy locks.

The boys (well Adrian) began to clumsily dress in the dim light of the room. Sami just pulled up his jock. He felt SO sexy. He wanted to show off.

"Whoi's there?" came an Ohio accent.

"AMBROSE?" Sami cried.

"ZAYN?!" That was Rollins.

Adrian was mortified.

"How long you guys been in here?" he spluttered.

"As long as you have," Dean appeared, just in a tiny set of red and white Aussiebums barely hanging off his cut hips and his hair a tousled cloud of mousy brown atop his flushed face, "Wow...that was hot...competitive fucking.."

Seth also appeared, badly re-dressed, his glasses askew and his blond-kissed raven hair almost an afro.

Adrian didn't know whether this was hot or simply plain weird.

Sami was just leaning against the wall, modelling his jockstrap.

"Well if isn't the stud that gravity forgot," Seth smirked, his ego inflated by what had happened, "Sounded like Zayn was enjoying himself."

"I was," Sami grinned, folding his arms, "Nice briefs man.."

"That jock is HOT," Dean replied, "Where did you buy it?"

"Orlando," Sami said, "Well *coy giggle* Ben bought it for me...didn't you sweetie?"

"Might've," grunted Adrian.

"Awww," Dean said, "See Colby, it's good to buy your man underwear.."

"I'm this close to cutting your credit card up!" Seth said, "I'm dating a shopaholic."

"I think this is a defining moment in our friendships," Sami declared, "Tumblr would kill to be us. We heard Ambrollins sex."

"And we heard Samdrian sex," Dean grinned, "Aww man. Coddles will be as sick as a pig."

"We shouldn't tell him," Sami giggled coyly, "Keep it between us. I could use a drink.."

"RAMI...clothes..." spluttered Adrian, going scarlet. He fumbled for Sami's tee, slacks, shoes and cap.

"Why? All eyes on this body Ben. Am I being bad? You may have to spank me."

Sami was grinning from ear to ear. He'd never felt so sexy in his life. He really got off on the fact that he and Adrian were screwing alongside Dean and Seth. An unrealised foursome and zero cheating.

"I think it's our cue to leave Jonny.." Seth gave Dean a push, "Clothes?"

"I might take a leaf out of old Sami's book," Dean smirked, "Give them all something to look at."

"Jonathan Good put your god-damn clothes oN!" spluttered the WWE World Heavyweight Champion.

Oh SETH. Dean LOVED it when he was bossy!

"Anything you say sir," he simpered, padding towards where they'd been getting it on. He returned clumsily dressed five minutes later.

"Excuse me guys but I have to go make myself decent," he said, "Catch ya later Zayn."

He walked out, followed by Seth.

"Bloody hellfire..." breathed Adrian.

"What?" Sami giggled, "That was the hottest thing we've ever done. Man. Take a photo of me."

"No light.."

"Flash, Ben. Or I go to the bar in my jock and you are spanking me in front of EVERYONE. Six of the best."

Adrian fumbled for his phone, still in his designer jeans. He pulled it out and aimed at Sami who posed like any decent Andrew Christian model, sticking that peachy booty out.

The flash went off.

Damn. Adrian had to admit. Lock screen. Spank bank. Sami better be called up SOON.

The cute mischeivous redhead began to dress, deliberately buttoning his slacks low. So waistband and some ass was visible if his tee rode up. He placed his flatcap back on and took Adrian's hand, leading him out into the bar.

Catcalls and jeers assaulted their ears as John Cena, Wade Barrett and Sheamus led the 'manly men'.

"Get it in Neville!" Wade yelled, "You're the MAN."

"Beers are waiting!" John grinned, ushering them over, "Wow. Us old men need to brush our game up."

"Yes. You do birthday boy," came Randy's bassy rumble, the tanned man nibbling John's earlobe.

"Not now Randal, wait till later," John snickered.

"I'm not sure I can," Randy purred, licking beneath the hulk's ear.

"Oh jesus...someone give Randella LaKeitha Whoreton some water!" groaned Wade.

"Go find your oversexed boyfriend Bad News," clapped back Randy, giving him the finger.

"Oi mate," barked Wade at the barman, "Pint of water."

The barman just gave him a resting bitchface (it was the same guy who tried hitting on Finn earlier) and poured some, slamming it on the bar. Damnit. Why were all the hotties taken?!

"Drink that Randal," John teased, "Bad hosting to leave early."

"You better be up to performing birthday boy," Randy sighed, taking the glass and gulping from it.

"Oh I'm sure I can Randal. Hey! Fandango! Whatcha doin' drinkin' alone there? Come join us!" John boomed jovially.

The dancer, who'd been jealously scrolling his phone amidst all the sickening happy couples, stomped over.

"Ste, now's your chance," Wade hissed to Sheamus.

"Oh yes," Adrian added, feeling just a bit more smug now it had sunk in he'd scored ten out of ten main points, "Fandango mate, what you drinking?"

"Quit it," Sheamus mumbled, hating their meddling.

"Another Bud for my twinkletoed mate here," Wade said to the barman who rolled his eyes.

Finn had been approaching to see his man and spotted the sass from the muscle mary behind the bar. Oh no. Not on HIS watch.

"You only work in a backstreet bar so you can drop the attitude," he sassed loudly.

The barman looked like he'd happily glass him. He was practically foaming at the mouth by this point.

"Fergal..." Sami wandered to his naughty bestie, "No!"

"So there you are!" Finn boomed, "Where the hell have you been?"

"Popped out the back with Ben," Sami grinned.

"RAMI SEBEI! YOU TROLLOP!" Finn was howling with mirth, "Omigod, Codes will have kittens! He thought you';d taken Pac for a dressing down."

"I did. I dressed him down then sat on his dick," Sami clapped back, "See Fergal. I can get it just as good as you two pretty twinks."

"You are a legend.." Finn hugged his other bestie, "Come sit with us. And tell ALL."

"Where you sitting?" asked the cute redhead.

"Over there at Table Total Divas," Finn said, "Get the pretty girl behind the bar to serve us though. Miss Thang there's salty cos she tried chatting me up and Stuart came to claim me."

"Fergal, am I gonna have to apologise for you again?" Sami playfully scolded.

"Nope. Circuit queens do me head in," Finn said, hauling Sami to the far end of the bar where a very alternative-looking girl was serving.

---

"Jesus me bloody eardrums," Wade was sighing, "Why did I let Rhodes fill Fergal up on cocktails...why..."

"Because you lurrve him," teased John, "C'mon Sheamus, help a man out and get Fandango a beer?"

"I hate you," grumbled Sheamus, "Wotcha Fandango. What ya having?"

"Already bought them," Adrian smirked, "I think we'll leave you lads to catch up."

"What on?" Fandango grunted.

"Don't ask," Sheamus sighed, taking the two beers from the now-surly barman as Adrian handed some dollar bills over.

"Right," Wade growled loudly, "Lads, let's go find a good seat."

John and Randy got the hint and stood up, as did Adrian, and before Sheamus and Fandango knew it, they were alone at the bar.

"I'm gonna go smoke," the dancer said, "Too loud in here."

"Good idea," Sheamus said, necking his beer for some more Dutch courage, "I'll join ye."

"Thanks man," Fandango replied.

They filed through their partying co-workers out into the smoking area.

Outside was Cody.

Sheamus shut his eyes. Oh BLOODY HELL. Was someone determined to make his life HELL tonight?

"Oh...hi boys," the cute ravenette grinned, "Don't mind me."

"Sup man," Fandango said.

"Oh never mind me," Cody beamed, "Sheamus. When did you start smoking?"

"Nothing, just wanted some air. I think Balor and Zayn are looking for you," the Irishman said.

"Sami...so he hasn't died then?" Cody stubbed his cigarette out. He'd been texting Josh all night. in between being generally fabu with Finn. John had invited the TNA commentator but Josh just couldn't get the night off at such short notice. So he'd been working overtime via text to appease a very-disappointed Cody.

"Far from it," Sheamus snorted, "I think you'll be proud of him."

"Oh? Ohh...you boys want some time to talk hehehehehe...remember what I told you Sheamus...oh? Who said that? BYEE!"

He skipped happily inside to cause more havoc.

Fandango rolled his eyes.

"That guy is like a fifth grader trapped in a pro-wrestler's body," he sighed.

"You did date his ex," Sheamus went for broke.

"Yeah...and then as per usual," Fandango spat, "I got chucked aside for something better."

"You not had much luck with fellas have ya?" Sheamus said, perching on the bench Cody had occupied. The dancer sat opposite him and drew out a menthol cigarette, sparking up. He offered the pack to Sheamus.

The Irishman didn't normally but why the hell not. He'd dabbled in harder stuff back home.

He sparked it too.

Minty.

"Could say that," Fandango grunted, "First guy I hooked up with when I got signed, was Rhode's current squeeze. He used me. Little whore. I don't care how happy Rhodes is, Mathews is a nasty whore. He's had more pricks than a game of Kerplunk."

"What happened?" asked Sheamus.

"Josh and I had a fantastic night, I mean it, we had awesome sex. And then when I tried to ask him on a date, he told me that he was already seeing someone else and that it was just a fuck. I thought we had a connection."

"Ouch," Sheamus winced, "And then you messed with A-Ry for a bit..."

"Yuck. Another skank. Should have known what he was by that awful tattoo on his back," Fandango snarled, "He strung me along for ages. Then Mathews tried to hook me up with fucking Gabriel. Oh now that was fun."

"Was that back in 2012? When Gabriel briefly convinced everyone he'd changed?"

"Yup. He got too demanding. And then started fucking your buddy Barrett."

"Yep. Stuey told me all about the pain that caused him. Good riddance. He was a poisonous little shit. Good wrestler though. You're a good looking lad mate. Should have aimed higher."

"Who else was there? Miz?"

Sheamus snorted.

"Yeah I see what you mean," he said, "So DiBiase...from what I heard..."

"Ah.." Fandango smiled a little. No. Don't reveal his secret yet, "Ted was amazing. Total package. Sweet guy, hot body, ass you could get lost in...damn he had the best ass..."

"Still miss him?" Sheamus said, sharper than he intended.

Fandango smiled just a bit more.

Was this hot brute trying to chat him up after all? Wasn't just Barrett and Neville doing their stupid 'lads' routine? He was BEYOND frustrated. He'd exhausted every toy he owned now. He was ready for some action. Voluntary celibacy could only be tolerable to a point.

"Miss the sex, but plenty of fish in the sea," he said, swigging his beer, his enchanting eyes now fixed on Sheamus, "How about you man?"

"What about me? The biggest laughing stock in WWE," Sheamus snorted, "Let me see, Bryan Danielson. Two years of being shared with a sweet hippy girl because he couldn't decide whether he was Arthur or Martha."

"Sucks to be you man," Fandango breathed, "Bryan though? Great guy but come on..."

"We just had a connection mate, I dunno," Sheamus shrugged, "He just used me. We're good now but yeah. I couldn't hurt Brie. And he had to decide for himself. Plus he was always on my back. I got thrown in the bleedin' doghouse for shaving my beard! Little gobshite."

"Must have hurt man, seeing them get married," Fandango said.

"A little. But...Stuey and I were together at that point," Sheamus said, "We had a pretty good thing going. Suppose it was mates with benefits really. And then...*he let out a humourless laugh*...an oh-so-charming Swiss steamed in."

"Cesaro's HOT man," Fandango said...he almost let slip that he'd like that powerful continental stud to dominate him..

"Oh he is, I won't deny it," Sheamus admitted, "But ugly as sin on the inside. He used me for sex. Tried to change me."

"Oh no man," Fandango grunted, "You don't change for anyone buddy."

"Damn right," Sheamus agreed, "Another beer?"

"It's a lovely evening, I'm cool staying hanging out here for a bit," Fandango said, shooting his devilish smile at the Irishman. He was sensing a green light. He'd always found Sheamus sexy. He had a raw masculinity matched by few. The dancer had only every had dom fantasies about a certain type of man. Barrett. Cesaro. Sheamus. Big men. Manly men. Men with body hair. Man sweat. WOOF. Any other man...he loved to beat into submission and have eating out his hand. DiBiase was the best pup he'd had. And that ASS...but now, the dancer was craving something more. He wanted to be fucked like a chick. Dominated. Have his legs held open and his ass destroyed. This gimmick certainly played with his sub and fem urges a lot. And it had gotten too much during this dry spell.

"Wait here mate, I'll get us one."

Sheamus disappeared inside.

---

At the Total Divas table, the chatter was loud and raucous. Cocktails and champagne aplenty.

Summer Rae had caught up with Seth to talk Chicago Bears. Well she had. Currently she was in the ladies room having an EXTREMELY Xrated phone conversation with The Diva Of Tomorrow.

Natalya was a little merry and cosying up to her hubby at the bar (Cesaro was watching GREEN with furious envy. Little bitch. His man. Not hers).

The table was consisting of Brie Bella, Nikki Bella, Layla, Renee Young, Eden Stiles, Sasha Banks and Becky Lynch. Sami, Finn and Cody made up the boys.

"Whose round is it?" Brie declared loudly, "Feeling more like a ROCKSTAARR!"

She wobbled to her feet and stumbled.

"Brianna..." Nikki admonished her sister, "Wait till Bryan goes.."

"C'mon Nicole..." Brie wheedled, "Nattie's in Brie Mode already, hands ALL over TJ!"

Cody's eyes travelled in the direction Brie's finger pointed. He spotted Cesaro looking SO blatantly jealous and gave the biggest, bitchiest stank-face that would make even YouTuber Brendan Jordan jealous.

"Wind changes your face will get stuck like that!" giggled Eden.

"What's up sweets?" asked Finn.

"CesarHo. I try but I can't ignore him," Cody hissed, "Imma go there and throw his hairy ass out on the street."

"What's he done now?" asked Eden.

"Getting pressed over Nattie and Tyson," Cody spat.

"No...we're done with that mess," Finn climbed onto Cody's lap and deadweighted himself so Cody couldn't move, "Not in front of the wife sweets."

"Oh my lord," Sasha fanned herself, "Eden sorry but your husband and Finny make the CUTEST couple..."

"HEY!" Eden cried, "Watch yourself girl!"

"Why don't you team up?" Renee added.

"Because booking are mean," Cody pouted.

"Am I the only who finds you two extremely hot?" Becky teased, manfully swigging her pint of Guinness.

"I shipped it way before you Bex," Sasha chimed in.

"Fergal get off him," Sami ordered, "You're making Eden uncomfortable."

"Me? I'm used to it," the backstage announcer and Cody's wife said casually, "Just surprised he's not out the back with Wade making him scream YAAAAASSS constantly."

Squeals of laughter from everyone present.

"BRANDI!" Cody looked shocked.

"What?" his wife shrugged, "I pick it up from you after all."

"But...I'm the one who's job it is to make fun of people.." pouted Cody.

"Oh wow, Barrett and Devitt, such a hot couple," Renee sighed, "Abs on abs...I'm gonna confess girls...I watch gay porn."

"Do you NEED to with all the hot guys hooking up around us?" Nikki chimed in.

"Try being married to someone who hooked up with a guy behind your back," Brie muttered, necking her champagne glass in one gulp.

"Ok Brianna it's time to pace it," Nikki said.

Cody shifted guiltily. He felt so bad about the whole Daniel/Sheamus mess.

"Anyway," piped up Layla, "Ladies, are you all aware of the party piece I have planned?"

"Oh?"

Curious looks.

"YAS," Nikki fist-pumped, "Are we getting another Vogue flash mob?"

"We are indeed," Layla said proudly.

"Fergal Vogueing? Now THIS I have to see," Becky teased.

"Scared that I'm a better dancer than you Bex?" Finn sassed, Z-snapping her.

"Ooooh getting feisty already are we?" Becky hit back, "Money, mouth, oh former coach of mine."

"Twenty dollars says I'm better at Vogueing than you, Quinn!" Finn pouted.

"Done," Becky offered her hand.

Finn shook it.

"Gauntlet's been thrown," Renee remarked, "This HAS to be filmed.."

"Yo RaeNae," Cody said, "Can you fetch your beardee for me? I haven't seen him ALL night. He's avoiding me."

"I'll get him!" piped up Sami, "Omigod...Codes..."

"Oh YEAH.." Finn beamed, "We have TEA sweets.."

"What?" Cody said.

"Excuse me a minute," Sami got to his feet, oh-so-casually lifting his tee and giving all the girls a flash of his jock-framed ass above his low-slung slacks.

"Oh my eyes," teased Becky.

"SAMI...is that a jock?!" Cody said.

"It might be?" Sami grinned.

"Hang on...you weren't making Adrian drink lemonade you were FUCKING!" squealed Cody, "Messy queen!"

"Jealous are we?" teased Sami.

"Wait...Finny...you KNEW?" squeaked Cody.

"Yup...and there's more...but we'll let Dean finish the tale," Finn beamed, "Off ya pop Generico."

Sami sashayed away to grab the Lunatic Fringe.

"Renee, how do you deal with all this," Eden sighed.

"Oh come on, Dean and Seth? No gay porn around is hotter?" the blonde grinned.

"I dunno," Nikki said, "I think Finn and Wade make a hot couple."

"Hottest gay couple in the company?" Becky piped up, "You only get one go. And girls only."

"Does it include me?" Brie sideyed her a little.

"Yes," Nikki said, "I've already been as has NayNay."

"Fine," Brie said, "I'm gonna go with Summer and Paige."

"Interesting," Becky said.

"The opposites attract thing, plus Paige is a bad girl," Brie said, "I dunno...Nicole I'd have thought you said John and Randy."

"Oh yes...how could I forget...damn...Randy is too high maintenance," Nikki said.

"No arse," Layla added, "I'm biased...Eden cover your ears a moment love...Coddles and Josh. Just because."

"No surprises there," Nikki smirked, "Eden...want to play?"

"I'm cool," Eden shrugged, "Seconded Layla."

"Well if she said anyone but her husband I'd worry.." Becky grinned, "Sasha?"

"Codes and Finny..." Sasha grinned.

"That's disgusting," Becky said playfully.

"There is nothing DISCOZZTIN about those bodies colliding in passion," Sasha sighed, "Seriously, ladies, get them to make out. Just this once."

"NO!" Eden snapped.

"I'll make out with you?" Nikki offered.

"BRANDI!" Cody was scandalised.

Finn just grinned.

"How about it sweets?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"FINNY. No."

"Chicken honey?" added Eden, draining her champagne glass.

"Now that's a gauntlet," Renee added, "Kiss."

"Kiss," Becky added.

"Kiss," Sasha was grinning from ear to ear.

"Kiss," Nikki smirked.

"I won't tell Josh," Layla said, her phone on video already, eyes glinting.

"Fine. You can buy me a drink and you can BANKS on it," Cody complained, looking over to Finn.

Finn leaned in and the boys began to kiss.

Squeals and claps sounded from ALL the divas, Layla filming it on her phone.

Finn's tongue flew into Cody's mouth and they wrestled for dominance. Both men were enjoying it. But nowhere near as much as kissing Wade and Josh.

Cody wrestled Finn away.

Wow.

Well. A semi but he had just kissed a man.

But it was weird. Not like Atlanta Gay Pride 2012 when he and Josh first made out and he'd been turned on as fuck. It was like kissing Dustin. Eww.

Finn was definitely sure he didn't fancy Cody now. He could taste cigarettes for a start. But Cody WAS a great kisser.

"I am a hot mess right now," Sasha clutched her chest, "Thank you...what y'all drinking?"

"Cosmopolitans," Cody said on cue, wiping his mouth.

"That was HOT," Nikki sighed.

"So hot," Brie put in.

"Seriously, you two should date," Renee added.

"I thought it was disgusting," Becky smirked.

"Good cos so did I," Cody said, "Love you Finny."

He pecked Finn's cheek. That he didn't mind and felt warm when he did so because it was platonic. His feelings for Finn were most definitely strong but platonic. Finn - ditto. He pecked Cody back.

"But you just..." Renee sighed.

"Platonic kisses sweets," Finn said, "I love Codes. But as a brother."

"You're just like two girls," Nikki cooed, "You're the cutest."

"Excuse me Nicole," Cody said, "Want us to unzip?"

"CODY!" Eden admonished him.

"Sowwy.." Cody sank back into his chair, suitably chastised.

"I dunno if I'm trashed," came Dean's gravelly tones, "But did I just see Balor and Codes make out?"

"Fergal, how could you?" Sami looked pissed.

"They made us!" Cody pouted, "Blame Sasha."

"I hold my hands up in shame," grinned the NXT Women's Champion.

"Not enjoyable," Finn said.

"We hated every second," Cody assured Sami.

"Oh really?" came the irritating voice of Corey Graves who'd witnessed (and filmed) the whole thing, "I could smell your collective thirst a mile off."

"All of a sudden there's a bad smell here folks," Cody had the stank-face back.

"Oh. It's just Graves," Finn deadpanned.

Sami was rigid with rage.

"YOU.." he snarled, "Who the fuck invited your slutty ass to the party?"

"Aww diddums," Corey sneered, "Least I didn't show up in my day clothes. Mess."

"MESS?" shrieked Sami, "Says the bottom-feeding whore who is sharing Cesaro's dick on a rotational basis with Miz and at the same time trying and failing to get into Reigns' pants?"

The girls were filtering away, either to the bathroom or to the bar, sensing a catfight. Becky was the only one remaining.

"Roman and I are getting on extremely well thanks for asking," smirked Corey, "Maybe because I'm buying his drinks. And yet your supposed man doesn't know you exist, too busy trying to impress Barrett. Now I know why...Barrett's cum dumpster wants to fuck Rhodes."

"Stay pressed because I wouldn't touch you with somebody else's sweets," Finn deadpanned, "How must it feel, knowing your childhood dream came to an end and now you're stuck at the desk, being the company spunk bucket whilst the rest of us follow our wrestling dreams?"

"I think it's time to take out the trash," Sami cracked his knuckles, "You got five seconds Rat Skank."

"Or what, ginger?" sneered Corey, folding his arms, "One move Zayn and the photos Neville took of you in your jockstrap will go viral...and as for Balor and Lispy, I have a video of your dirty slobbery mess of a so-called makeout. TMZ would love to see all this wouldn't they?"

"Just because my boyfriend's room-mate taught you how to hack an iCloud doesn't scare us," Cody said, unintimidated, "How about you sashay away. Girl boom..."

"Girl bye," Finn added so they finished it in unison.

Finn and Cody were now approaching the finishing one another's sentences stage.

Becky snorted. Cute as hell.

"Have you really got nothing better to do?" she sighed.

"Hov yur reelee got nuttin betta toodoo?" mocked Corey in an offensive imitation of the red-haired girl's accent.

Becky snorted. How childish. She wasn't intimidated in the slightest.

Finn sprang. He was FUMING. How dare that prick take a shot at his long-time friend and student?

"Say that again.." he snarled, choking Corey, eyes glittering, "Go on you little cunt..."

"Take your leprechaun hands off me Devitt," Corey hissed, unrepentant as ever, "Or I'll tell Hunter."

"Fergal..." Sami hissed, wrestling Finn off the smug announcer before getting into Corey's face, "As for you. I suggest you take your syphilitic ass out of this bar this minute otherwise none of your body parts will be found."

"You're about as threatening as Eva Marie," Corey snorted, "Oh BRADLEY? A little HEE-LLPP?"

Brad Maddox swaggered over.

"Problem Cor?" he sneered.

"Yes, the loser convention thinking they're tough," Corey said, "Zayn called me syphilitic?"

"How rude," Brad sneered, "Not very nice Zayn."

"Oh look, Team Irrelevant thinking they're the shit, NEWS-FLASH!" Cody sassed, "You're one more concussion away from being a vegetable, and you inject silicone into your ass to try and get over and fail. BA-SIC!"

He imitated Brad's annoying singsong way of speaking to perfection.

Corey got in Cody's face, snarling.

"You EVER bring up my injuries again Rhodes, and I mean it, I can get your daddy, your painted loser brother and your ugly lisping basic fish self all fired and erased from WWE history," he spat.

Cody just held his nose.

"Do you mind not breathing stale jizz fumes in my face, there are such things as mints," he hissed.

"And my ass is NATURAL," snarled Brad.

The pair of them were right in Cody's personal space. Blood on their minds.

"What shall we do with him Bradley?" Corey sneered.

"I dunno. We could smash his face against the wall but it might improve his looks," Brad said.

"Haven't you two skanks got someplace else to be?" Dean added, speaking up at last.

Brad just fixed him with a catty withering look.

"Slip into something more comfortable Loony Bin. Like a coma?" he deadpanned, before turning back to enemy number one, Cody, "Your little friends aren't gonna save you now."

"Sorry are we in a B-movie?" Cody sassed, "You always were horrible at acting."

"You alwayth were howwible at acting," Brad cruelly mimicked him, "Corey. You know who to phone?"

"Already on it," Corey said dialling, "Oh HEY PUNK! How's it going? Is AJ there? Awesome can we speak to her? Oh HEY AJ. Missing us? Why don't you tell me how we got little bitch Mathews fired?"

Sami struck. He snatched Corey's phone from him.

"Sorry little girl, maybe another time," he spat into the phone before hanging up.

"Give me that back," Corey snarled.

"Hmm, let's see who you've been sexting to keep your job," Sami went on.

"Ooh lemme see," Finn said, joining him to readover his shoulder, "Wow...that's quite a list of texts...people from ALL over the company...office, NXT, booking staff...ew.."

Brad turned and grabbed it from Sami.

"Run along back to NXT you pair of wannabes," he said, Z-snapping at them, "Wouldn't want to re-injure your shoulder so soon would we Zayn? Huh? Huh?" He began to thump Sami's repaired shoulder, the redhead crying out in pain.

"Go on Bradley, get your foot in!" Corey hissed in relish.

"HUH! HUH!" screamed Brad, continuing his assault on Sami's tender shoulder, "Cry like the baby you ARE Zayn!"

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" roared Sami and he sprinted through the bar. Instantly Adrian leapt to his feet from his table at the sound of the angry redhead. He followed Sami out onto the street.

"Oh Bradley you got him good," Corey congratulated him, "Mmmm, isn't Barrett looking fine tonight...yeah...look at this dick pic he sent me.."

He showed Brad. He'd also hacked Wade and Finn's iClouds and stolen some of the nudes Wade had sent Finn. To make it look like Wade had been sending them to him.

"Awwww is he two timing Prince Charming Devitt already?" Brad sneered, "Wow...oh man what a dick. I know how much you loved riding it hunty.."

All the colour drained from Finn's face.

Cody was INCENSED.

Becky was revolted. Grown men acting like petty schoolgirls. It was sickening to watch. And awful to see the man who'd trained her to wrestle crumble under their vicious bullying...all his bravado evaporating suddenly. The cocktails seemed to have weakened Finn's sharp tongue and resolve considerable.

"I so did, he was banking on darling Devitt hanging out with the lisping platypus all night so he's been tempting me, what a bad man," Corey smirked, "I might take him in the back room."

"YOU..." Finn couldn't muster up the fight..it was so unlike him. Maybe it was the booze clouding his common sense but he was legitimately believing Corey's cruel trickery.

"Finny.." Cody hissed, "Don't...listen..."

Wade came into view at that point. He headed towards the mens room, which unfortunately for Finn, was RIGHT by the backroom.

And Wade pushed open the backroom door.

WHat Finn didn't know was that Wade, full of beer, had thought he'd gone into the Gents.

"Perfect," Corey smirked, looking SO pleased with himself, "Love ya Bradley. I've got a hot hunk to get busy with."

He waved mocking at the blanching Finn.

And before anyone could stop him, off he dashed into the back room. Target sighted, locked-on and waiting. YES. In your fucking face Balor.

"Did...what...Stuart..." spluttered Finn, eyes leaking in betrayal. He was shaking.

"Looks like it..." Becky began, "I'm so sorry Ferg..."

Sobs sounded as she went to hug him.

"Finny..." Cody pleaded.

"Leave me alone.." Finn mumbled.

"Please...he was winding you up..." Cody tried one more time. Becky's stare was hardening.

"I SAID FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" screamed Finn.

Cody had no choice but to walk away.

---

Wade was stumbling around the dark room.

"Fuckin hell, the lights gone?" he mumbled drunkenly, "Ah man I need to piss.."

He was too far gone to blunder his way back out and so he had to, well, 'go' right here. He was barely aware of the door going and Corey swaggered in, styalking his prey. Well, Operation HoneyTrap Barrett had been a plan...Fandango could wait. Reigns and his perfect thighs could also wait. This had almost written itself. Coincidence had worked in the commentator and anaylst's favour! He'd just hacked Wade's iCloud to wind Balor up but the Irishman, clearly on one too many cosmopolitans, swallowed it hook, line and sinker...and when he saw Barrett stumble in, mistaking the seedy little sex room for the mens room, well, Corey would be a fool not to.

He licked his lips.

"I wouldn't bother doing that up just yet," he purred to Wade.

"Huh.." Wade mumbled.

"Balor made out with Rhodes," Corey smirked, "I don't think he loves you as much as he says."

"Whatever," grunted Wade, "How do you get out of here again?"

"C'mon Wade," wheedled Corey, unzipping Wade's fly, "I know you still want me."

Wade had shuffled into a patch of light.

"What the BLOODY HELL?" he snarled, pushing the pest away, "FUCK OFF!"

"You went into the dark room," snapped Corey, "And now you've pissed over it."

"Dark room...oh fuck..." Wade groaned, fumbling at the walls for the door...where the hell...ah...thank FUCK...he opened it and stumbled out. And then he saw the 'MEN' sign.

Oh what an IDIOT he was.

His eyes then fell upon Finn in a glowering Becky Lynch's arms.

Oh SHIT.

Double shit.

"You've got a nerve," spat Becky.

"What?" Wade raised an eyebrow.

"Cheatin' on him. In front of everyone. You're a cunt," she snarled.

"I am not!"

"You went into the bloody back and that little gobshite Graves followed you in," she hissed, "I always suspected you were using Fergal. He's a good guy. You're a dick."

Finn broke out of Becky's arms, sniffling.

And then he screamed in rage and smacked Wade HARD around the face. He then picked up one of the empty champagne bottles and hurled it at him. It smashed to pieces against the wall inches from the Brit's head.

Before Wade could stumble out, ANOTHER empty champagne bottle came flying right at him.

"COWARD!" Finn roared as John Cena and Randy Orton came hurtling over and both applied tight locks on his arms. His legs began to kick and flail but the two faces of WWE easily overpowered him and dragged him out towards the door.

"Calm down," John was saying.

"FUCKING...I'M NOT EVEN STARTED..."

"Do as John says Devitt, calm it or we WILL hurt you," snarled Randy.

"YOU KNOW JACK SHIT FLAT-ARSE.."

"OK," John got serious and actually threw the 190 pounder bodily out the door onto the street, "Show your face in here again and I'm calling Hunter and getting you fired."

"C'MON ON THEN CENA! IF YOU THINK YOU'RE HARD ENOUGH!" roared Finn, his emotions at breaking point (combined with the effects of strong cocktails), "PUT EM UP YOU PAMPERED ROIDED UP BITCH!"

"I don't want to have to do this," Randy growled but he punched Finn hard in the face, sending the Irishman gambolling backwards onto the pavement. His lip split and bleeding down his face.

Randy and John stormed inside, slamming the door shut.

"Reigns?" John boomed.

"Sup man," Roman came ambling over.

"Can you do us a favor man? Watch the door. If Devitt comes in you are to call Hunter and the cops. He's wasted and just tried to start a fight. I've barred him but if he tries it, get tough."

"Wow," Roman raised his eyebrows, "What the hell happened?"

"Some drama with Barrett, I'm about to deal with him," John said. He'd had a break from drinking within the last hour and a bit and was only a little gone - he was mostly sober. It was HIS birthday and he was vowing to stamp on any drama that went off before it started. He should have known open invites would end in tears.

"Sure," Roman said.

"Thanks man," John slapped him on the back, "Randal, you're OK to go back, I can handle Barrett."

"If he STARTS..." snarled Randy.

"You come running," John sighed, "Look I'll be fine."

He ambled over to Wade who was slumped in a chair, running his hands over his black hair. Wow. Whatever he'd done, he was in DEEP shit. Cena looked about as welcoming as a malnourished piranha right now.

"Barrett. You got five seconds to explain what the fuck just happened," John growled.

"I went in the wrong door, shit stirrers got to Fergal.." Wade spluttered.

"I trusted you to bring him, knowing what he's like," John snarled, "Seriously man sometimes you really test our friendship to the limit."

"I have no bloody idea.." Wade grunted, "Graves. He was making shit up...Fergal's pissed as a fart mate..."

"I don't want to have to throw you out," John went on, "But you better tell me right now you ain't cheating on him."

"I'm not. Bloody Graves tried it on in there.." Wade sighed, "I'm not stupid mate. Where's Fergal?"

"Outside. Leave him to cool off, he's busted," John said, "Randal bust his lip open."

"WHAT?" cried Wade.

"Had to, emergency, I'll get him to apologise," John assured him, "Come get some water and have a sit. Tell me more."

"You seen Ste?" asked Wade.

"Him and Fandango have been putting the world to right outside for the past hour," the dimples at last, "I think Rhodes' machinations have worked. I wouldn't go near Sheamus man. Just the state your better half's in...if he sees you with your ex...fan the flames and shit."

"Good point," sighed Wade, "Man, I should have seen this shit coming when you said it was open invite."

"I know," sighed John, "Trying to make everyone happy. Even though half the confirmed haven't shown up. Hey buddy? Two waters please."

The barman, a different one to the moody muscle queen earlier, nodded and began to pour the water.

---

"C'mon Rami, you're better than that dick Maddox," Adrian was assuring Sami.

"I know," Sami sighed, "I just can't believe he tried fucking my shoulder up."

"You really should stay away from him and Graves," Adrian sighed, "More you react to them, more they get off on it."

"I know but it's just him...Rat Skank...he just winds me up...I thank Allah I'm teetotal or I'd have done stuff I may regret," Sami breathed, "What was all that smashing and yelling just now?"

"Can you hear something?" asked Adrian

"Sounds like a guy crying? Shall we go see?"

Sami padded around the corner of the bar building and he spotted a smartly dressed heap on the floor, shaking with hoarse sobs.

"That's Fergal.." Sami gasped, rushing to him, "I haven't seen him cry in years..."

"Shit..." Adrian followed him over, "Devitt? What happened mate?"

Finn looked up, eyes streaming. Thank GOD...he'd never been so pleased to see Sami.

"Stuart...cheated on me..." he coughed.

"WHAT?!" cried Sami.

"No way man.." Adrian put in.

"Right in front of me...like he forgot I even existed...with...HIM...fucking cunty Graves...I want to rip that skanky gobshite cunt apart.."

"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation," Sami said, "What you doing out here?"

"Cena and Orton threw me out..."

"Huh?"

"You didn't try and glass Barrett did you?" Adrian groaned.

"I threw two empty Bolly bottles at him."

"Jesus..." Adrian facepalmed.

"Fergal...oh Fergal...your temper..." sighed Sami, "Rat Skank got you too didn't he? His fucking mind games...why do we fall for them. Wade loves you to death Fergal. He would never do that. How did you know?"

"Graves...said he had dick pics...and then...and then *SOB*...followed him into the back room..."

"WHAT?"

"He came out like...two minutes later..his fly undone..."

Adrian was piecing it together in his head. Ah. He guessed it. He'd almost gone back into the backroom when he spent a penny half an hour ago.

He exchanged a look with Sami.

"Fergal," the redhead said firmly, "Know what I think happened? Because BEN and most probably Sheamus, Cena and Orton, have been helping get your man wasted all night, he probably went in there thinking it was the restroom and peed in it. You know what men are like when they're all busted on beer?"

"You think so?" asked Finn mournfully.

"I know so," Sami assured him, "The fact that he came out and tried to explain to you quickly swung it...you need to be more trusting...and no more cocktails."

"Is Coddles about.." sniffled Finn.

The door flew open and Cody padded out, searching for his upset bestie. Randy had told him what had happened.

"Finny? Finny where are you?"

"Here."

Cody came running around the corner and spotted them. He sprinted over.

"It's all right," Sami said, "I think it's a case of Rat Skank and his mind games again."

"I tried to tell him," Cody sighed, "Finny...?"

Finn sprung and jumped into Cody's arms, nuzzling.

"Sorry..." he murmured, "So sorry...should have told you vodka doesn't agree with me...makes me a horrible paranoid aggressive mess."

"It's OK..." Cody whispered, "You know I'm always here to have your back...I'm not mad at you...Sami! Group hug!"

Sami joined them.

"We make a pact," Cody said, "Three Amigos. Nothing breaks us."

"Nothing breaks us," Sami added.

"Nothing breaks us," Finn finished.

The three geeks, united in their love of comics, action figures, their industry and their burning hate for Corey Graves, joined their left hands together.

"Are you the Power Rangers or something?" Adrian snorted.

"BEN!" Sami snapped, "Fergal's upset! Can you not?"

"Yes dear," snarked Adrian.

Sami's eyes became hearts.

"You get to your man," Cody said, "I'll look after Finny."

"I'm fine...33.." Finn murmured.

"I feel responsible," Cody said, "You've gone from one beer a week to how many Cosmos?"

"About 5," Finn sighed, "They're too drinkable.."

"That's the problem," Cody said, "And then they bite you on the ass. Cig?"

"I don't...you know I'm clean living..."

"You need one sweetie."

Cody offered his cigarettes. Finn took one and Cody lit them both. The cute Irishman took a huge drag, coughing a bit but looked calmer already.

"I might stay one beer a week period," he sighed, "Oh man...I feel awful. I have so many people to say sorry to."

"Don't worry about it now," Cody said, "We go back in, get some water and go chill in the beer garden. Quite nice out there."

"I pictured us dancing the night away and then me going back with Stuart for amazing sex," Finn sighed.

"Night's still young," Cody assured him, "We get you calmed down first."

---

Sheamus and Fandango were on their umpteenth beers. They'd really gotten to know one another. Well the dancer had still kept a lock on revealing his BDSM kicks for now but he was sure it wouldn't be too much longer before a spark or two flew between them.

The door opened and Wade Barrett came out.

"Alright lads," he grunted. He was holding some water.

"Falling already Stuey?" teased Sheamus.

"Don't," grunted Wade.

"What's with the shiner?" asked Sheamus.

"I may be single," Wade grumbled.

"What the HELL?" spluttered Sheamus.

"Corey FUCKING Graves somehow wound Fergal up and then collared me when I went into that bloody shagging room instead of the bogs. I freaking pissed all over the floor. So when I came out he put two and two together and made seventeen. He smacked me in the face and chucked two champers bottles at me. Cena and Orton had to chuck him out."

"Shit.." Sheamus breathed, "Sorry mate."

"Don't be. Graves is a cunt."

"Talking about me?" came the irritating voice and Corey swaggered out, "Hi ho there Fandango, that shirt just CLINGS...mmmmm...I hear you're frustrated...let me help..."

He climbed onto the table in front of Fandango, blocking Sheamus from view and totally ignoring Wade.

"Do you mind?" Fandango snapped.

"Oh not at all you hunk," purred Corey, licking his lips and attempting to eyefuck the dancer.

"I was talking..."

"Pfft. British inbreds. I'm All-American man."

"Excuse me?" Sheamus wasn't going to take that.

"What the fuck did you just call us?" snarled Wade.

"Oh. Hi Wade. Remember I exist now?"

"If you fucking dont stop harassing me I swear I'll..."

"Oh I got a fighter.." Corey climbed off the table and got into Wade's personal space now, "Come on Wade, I know how much you enjoyed me. Why do you waste your time with Anal Dentata Devitt when you could have a great fuck in me...you were pounding my hole for HOURS when we hooked up...shot so many loads in me..."

"How romantic," snorted Sheamus, "Can see why you're such a catch mate."

"I don't stop until I get what I want," Corey went on, now stroking the front of Wade's jeans, "And right now what I want is *peck on Wade's lips* you."

"I swear," snarled Wade, roughly shoving him away, "You touch me ONCE more and I will kick you arse over backwards!"

"Your loss." spat Corey, stomping inside to go try it on once more with Roman. Buy him some more drinks. Hang on. Why all this spade work when he had a rent-a-hunk already in situ? Where was Cesaro? Ah yes. Mooning over Kidd once more.

Meghan Trainor's 'Lips Are Movin' was playing and several people (mostly divas) were bopping on the dance floor.

Corey licked his lips. He stomped over.

"Excuse me Kidd," he growled before grabbing Cesaro's face and devouring his lips passionately.

Tyson looked scandalised.

What the EFF?!

He was sickened. Exactly how many sidehoes did Cesaro have on the fucking roster? Noble. Miz. Graves! Probably Maddox too as he was always hanging out with them. What was the big Swiss trying to prove.

Cesaro was pissed at his time with the topic of his undying affections and lusts being cut short but damn Corey was a hypnotic kisser. He was definitely starting to prefer the inked commentator out of his two dial-a-sluts.

"Hi," growled Corey.

"Salut," purred Cesaro.

"Oh I love it when you speak French," COrey moaned, "I need attention Claudio."

"Do you?" Cesaro hissed, "Ze Kardashian Sisters getting to you? THought you vere gonna try and ensnare Barrett? What about the lay Fandango plan?"

"I need you, with your weapon of mass destruction in your pants," moaned Corey, groping the front of Cesaro's designer jeans, "There's a naughty little room out the back. I can see you're getting frustrated with TJ."

"I've been paying for his drinks all night and still he's not getting it," Cesaro complained, "Still, Balor got thrown out by Cena and Orton."

"Did he now? Awwwwwww what a rotten shame," Corey's face lit with the most malicious grin, "At least we acheived something. Bradley targeted Zayn's hurt shoulder."

Cesaro snickered nastily.

"Good boys," he said.

"Only one left to pick off is the basic Platypus," Corey sighed.

"How about we play first, discuss after," purred Cesaro, pulling Corey to him.

"I like how you think," Corey clamped their mouths together once more before grabbing the Swiss' hand and yanking him towards the back room.

---

"Anyway lads, I better head back in," Wade was saying.

"Try and salvage your lovelife," Sheamus smirked.

"I'm hoping someone's talked some common sense into him," Wade groaned, "Not sure I can face the in depth dreaded Feelings Talk tonight."

"THen sink a few more pints and dance like a dickhead to crappy pop music," Sheamus said.

"Any photos appear on Facebook and you're dead man," Wade snorted, getting to his feet and wandering back in.

"Thought he'd never leave," purred Fandango. His killer smile lit his handsome face once more. It was now. Or never. Corey's aborted flirting with him had lit a fire under him.

"Stuey's my best mate," Sheamus began..before the dancer sprang. Locking lips furiously with him. Sheamus kissed back. Fuck this guy could suck the tongue out your mouth...and what enchanting eyes they were close up.

He broke the kiss.

"FUck," he gasped.

"Fuck me," Fandango snarled, "Oh I forgot something.."

Instantly they were making out once more across the table.

---

"I can't face it," Finn complained as Sami stood in the doorway.

"C'mon Finny..." Cody wheedled.

"I've already done the hard bit and talked Cena round," Sami insisted, "Bigger you make it, the bigger he will. Just walk in."

"What about Stuart. He'll hate me..."

"I'm sure he won't," Cody was steering the reluctant Irishman through the door and into the bar, "C'mon Finny, no more slacking."

Where was Wade.

Ah. Propping up the bar talking to Reigns.

"Oh Wade?" Sami said.

"Oh. Wotcha Zayn," Wade grunted.

"I have a Fergal," Sami smiled, "Promise no flying bottles of bubbly.."

Wade rolled his eyes.

"I'm not in the mood to be bitchslapped," he spat.

Finn looked extremely sheepish and tried to skulk back out.

"No.." Cody grabbed him and pushed him at Wade.

"Hi..." Finn mumbled.

"Oh. Wotcha."

"Stuart..."

"So you're not gonna glass me then?"

"Please..."

"You behaved liked a fucking deranged harpy back there! I thought you were cleverer than believing that lying slag Graves!"

"I wasn't meself Stuart...still not meself..."

"This is YOUR doing Rhodes," Wade growled, rounding on Cody, "If you hadn't forced those bloody cocktails down his gullet..."

"He could have said no," Cody stood his ground.

"Don't give him a hard time," Finn sighed, "Stuart...vodka and I don't mix. I thought I'd be different. Turns out I'm still the raging bitch troll from hell when I'm on it. I'll stick to Guinness from now on...sorry...please...I'm truly sorry darlin...I trust you and I love you...you know I do.."

"Do I? You gave me a fucking shiner and aimed two fucking wine bottles at me head."

"Stuart...?"

"I don't think it's working out mate," Wade said.

"WADE!" snapped Cody, "Don't be a dick."

"Butt out!" Wade snarled, "Mind your own bloody business just once. Might do you some good."

Finn looked completely crushed. His eyes leaked again.

"So...is this it?" he sniffled.

"I need to come to a decision mate," grunted Wade gruffly.

"Double vodka. No ice." Finn was at the bar in a flash.

"NO," Cody hissed before tapping the barmaid's shoulder, "Cancel. He can't handle vodka."

"CODY..!"

"For your own good Finny. Make that two lemonades."

"My fucking boyfriend has just dumped me in the middle of a fucking gay bar Cody. I think I'm entitled to drown my pissing sorrows." Finn looked empty. His green eyes cold.

"Hold on!" Wade cut in, catching that last bit, realizing he'd been too hard on poor Finn, "Who said I dumped ya?!"

"You were just softening the blow," Finn sniffled, "It's OK Stuart. I understand. I've heard it before. I'm an overbearing, jealous bunny boiler. I get it. I'm used to it."

Wade's hard exterior was broken down at the sad look in those pretty eyes. Oh the little sod...he always knew how to tug on the Brit's heartstrings.

Sod the feelings crap. Actions spoke louder.

He took that pretty face in his hands and began to softly kiss Finn. Salty tears ran between their alcohol-flavoured lips as their tongues collided. Whimpers and squeaks sounded from Finn's throat as he tried to convey his deepest apologies via kissing.

"That stop you fretting?" smirked Wade.

"Ohhh baby..." whimpered Finn, eyes now hearts.

Charli XCX's Break The Rules came on at that point.

"Sorry Wade, you can fuck him silly later, Imma take him dancing," Cody grinned, yanking Finn onto the dance floor where Becky, Layla, Summer and a wasted Brie were shaking their thangs to the sassy pop tune.

Finn booty-bumped Becky who gave a start.

"You look happy!" she yelled above the loud music.

Finn just gave her a cute smile and a double thumbs up.

Becky got the hint. Phew. She then squealed as Finn began to dirty-dance with her, twerking his booty.

Cody's eyes were like saucers.

Layla came wiggling expertly over.

"Can;'t have you dancing alone," she giggled.

"Where's Brandi?" he asked, moving his body to the beat in sync with the elder British diva.

"At the bar!" Layla replied, "Was wondering if you were coming back. THought I might have to cancel Vogue!"

"I'll crawl across thumbtacks and razor wire for that," Cody replied, twerking his phat tush off.

"That is SOOO hot.." Brie slurred, well in Brie Mode. She attempted to dance with the boys but tripped a little gracelessly on her high heel.

"Brianna!" Nikki aided her pretty-gone sister, "I apologise for this hot mess."

"Nicole! Don't be such a bore!"

"Who said I was being boring?" Nikki was clutching a martini and she downed it in one before shaking her curvaceous behind along with the boys.

Dean walked by.

"A twerk off?" he complained.

"Come on Loony Fringe!" Brie pulled him into the circle, mouthing over-dramatically along with Charli XCX's vocals.

Dean was NOT a great dancer. Especially after beers.

"NATTIEE!" Nikki pulled the passing blonde into the circle and she immediately began to bop with Cody.

The song drew to a close.

And almost immediately the opening bars of Madonna's 1985 classic, Crazy For You began. Talk about a contrast. Cody rolled his eyes because at THAT moment, Sami, Adrian and Summer appeared seemingly in puffs of smoke to tease him. Summer was lip synching in avery OTT way along with the lyrics.

As was Sami.

Even a beered-up Neville.

And then Nikki, Brie and Nattie also began to sing along, as they too, had also been there to wtiness Cody murder this song on karaoke months ago and having to be rescued by Paige.

Finn had his arm around Cody now and was singing it at him. It was a circle of drunken camaraderie as Becky and Layla completed it.

Dean wasn't familiar with the Queen Of Pop's back catalogue but felt distinctly left out the circle!

He huffed and padded back to the bar.

And just as the ballad faded out, another song by Madonna from the same year started.

Cody's fave.

Into The Groove.

Instantly Layla grabbed him by the hands and spun him around. And then he spun her around just as Eden appeared with a tray of cocktails.

Brie, Nattie, Becky, Layla and Summer all dived in to take theirs.

"One spare hubby dearest," teased a pretty merry Eden.

"Love you," Cody shot cute blinking blue eyes over the rim of the glass, "What are they?"

"Brazen Hussies," Eden said.

"You got that right," Finn chimed in.

"Sorry.." Eden said, "Couldn't get any more on the tray..."

"He's on the lemonade Brandi," Cody said, linking arms with his bestie and dancing with him, his wife on the other arm, singing along with the 1985 classic cutely.

Only when i'm dancing can I feel

this free? At night I lock the doors,

where no one else can see.

i'm tired of dancing here all by myself.

Tonight i wanna dance with someone else.

"Oh god the Madonna's started," John complained, on God knew what number beer.

"Scared someone might dance with you Johnny?" smirked Randy.

"My birthday, I thought I controlled the music," the hulk grunted.

"You've not left this bar all night," added ROman Reigns.

"Someone's got to keep the beer a-flowin!" John flashed the dimples.

"I don't dance either," Seth Rollins added, "Mind you..Neville's having a go."

Adrian at that moment was breaking away from the disintegrating circle. He was only there to have a pop at Cody for karaoke-gate.

"I can't do this gay dance bollocks," he complained, "Jesus Cena you still propping up the bar?"

"Can you imagine him dancing?" snorted Roman.

"Yes. I can. He dances very well," cut in Randy, shooting his Viper glare at the Samoan.

"I am here boys," chuckled John, getting to his feet, "If you want a dance. I'll give you a dance."

He began to dance. Badly.

Randy facepalmed.

Seth, Roman and Adrian all roared with laughter.

"On that DAMN FLOOR!" bellowed Randy, ushering the hulk right into the centre. Roughly.

"Help me, I'm being abused on my own birthday!" John jeered.

"Oh HEY RANDALYN!" catcalled Cody, padding over, eager to tease the two top guys, "Nice of you to join us."

At that point the next song to come on was Break Free by Ariana Grande.

Becky, who'd been bopping with her former trainer Finn, yanked Cody back over.

"Thanks Lynch!" John smirked.

Becky gave him a thumbs up.

If you want it, take it

I should've said it before

Tried to hide it, fake it

I can't pretend anymore.

Cody and Finn were dancing with each other, singing the tune loudly.

I only wanna die alive

Never by the hands of a broken heart

Don't wanna hear you lie tonight

Now that I've become who I really am.

Sami joined them at that moment. Just as Finn decided to slut drop right in front of him, showing off the strength of his ripped thighs.

"Oh my GOD.." Becky covered her eyes.

"Spank it you know you want to!" Sami teased.

This is the part when I say I don't want ya

I'm stronger than I've been before

This is the part when I break free

'Cause I can't resist it no more

And now Finn was twerking again. His favourite song. COurse he was going to work it. All eyes on him.

SMACK.

"HEY!" he grabbed his arse.

"He told me to!" Becky pointed at Sami who tried to play innocent.

"Oh did he? YO PAC! WATCH THIS!" Finn smacked Sami HARD on HIS ass. And as Sami had been enjoying rough bare sex with his beloved earlier on...OW!

"FERGAL!" he complained, "Not playing anymore. You're a bully."

He padded over to the bar.

"Ben. Fergal's being mean."

"What's he doing?" sighed Adrian.

"He spanked me."

"Thought it's what you liked?" grinned the Geordie.

"Only if it's YOU," pouted Sami. And then he got the wickedest grin. He lowered his slacks, exposing his jock-framed ass cheeks, "Don't be shy Ben. Spank."

"NOT HERE!" Adrian tried to shield Sami from Roman and Seth who over the music hadn't heard. THank GOD.

"I guess I'll rejoin the boys.." Sami oh so casually wandered back towards Cody and Finn, ass out.

WHACK.

Adrian walloped him HARD.

Sami MOANED wantonly, clutching his poor abused ass.

Divas SCREAMED suddenly. Sami snapped out of his reverie and realised Finn had taken his shirt off.

Cody was leading the appluase as the cute Irishman lost himself in the remander of Ariana's hit song. Running his hands all over his ripped, enviable torso.

"You can take yours off," he ordered.

"Me?" Cody pointed at himself.

"Thought we were AMIGOS," smirked Finn.

"If you insist," Cody shrugged and expertly unbuttoned his shirt, tearing it off his lean, muscled body.

More squeals from Divas.

Even though their job meant these hot bodies were seen on a regular basis.

Thought on your body

I came alive

It was lethal

It was fatal

In my dreams it felt so right

But I woke up... every tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

As the final chorus kicked in, Finn pulled Cody to him, arm around his shoulders and the pair bopped and jumped as the song played out. Plenty of photos had been taken.

Sami padded over in the short break between songs. Hands on hips.

"Boys!"

"You're not Paige," Cody smirked, "Don't even try, backroom bitch."

Z-snap.

"WHy wasn't I invited to the strip off?" Sami pouted, "Three amigos? Hello?"

"You were too busy telling tales to Pac," Finn grinned, "Hey sweets (he nuzzled and pecked Cody's cheek), if the next tune's banging, the trousers come off?"

"YAS," Cody smirked, "Hang on FInny. You BETTER have some underwear on!"

"Yes Fergal, you are not getting naked," Sami told him, wagging his finger at him.

"Little me? Course I have knickers on," Finn sucked his thumb naughtily.

"Prove it," Cody said.

"OK," Finn shrugged and unbuttoned his jeans, showing a silver waistband. Yes he had briefs on. Albeit VERY skimpy ones.

"What a shame Barrett's buried at the bar," Cody grinned, "And mine are hotter."

"Oh yeah? Money, mouth sweets."

COdy shrugged and undid his jeans. Lowering them. His cut hips and perfect smooth thighs were shown off in some Grip Lite Profile Briefs. Black of course. Perfectly fitted. He'd have worn something much sluttier if Josh was here!

And then the next song came on. True to gay form, it was something ideal for shaking your thang in your briefs to - Work Bitch, Britney Spears!

"YAAAASSSS!" Cody said, wriggling out his jeans and shoes.

Finn was doing the same. He was in a very tiny ES black and silver affair that only just covered his arse and cock. SOmething for Wade to tear off with his teeth after the party. Hehehehe.

Sami was facepalming. Oh dear.

"C'mon Sami, you an amigo or not?" Cody teased, shaking his ass in all directions,

"Yeah generico, get 'em off!" Finn jeered, booty-bopping with Cody once more.

Sami shrugged, and to a watching Adrian's sheer HORROR, began to undress down to his jock. Now the divas were crowding the three well, gogo dancers that once were pro wrestlers. All of them were getting their phones out and taking photos.

At the bar, Roman, Seth and Adrian all had eyes on stalks.

"Oh MAN..." Seth complained, "If Jonny even JOINS them I swear..."

SCREAMS.

Dean was stripping off, not wanting to be left out. His red and white Aussiebums looked somewhat modest next to the 3 Amigos' choices of undergarments but still, a sight many fangirls would murder relatives to behold.

"Oh GOD.." Seth bashed his head on the bar.

Roman chuckled.

"I hate my life," Adrian sighed.

"Why don't you go claim your men?" smirked Roman.

"Because...oh God..kill me," Seth groaned, "Even Orton looks pissed."

John was howling with laughter and Randy did not approve.

"I'd have thought you'd be right in there," John teased his boy.

"I hate gay culture," complained Randy, "Look at them. SLUTS."

"Want to go say that to Balor's face?" grinned John, slowly grinding Randy from behind to Britney. Well why not? His party damnit.

Randy moaned and melted into his hulk. He wasn't stripping for attention though. Not his style.

Renee, Becky, Nikki and Layla were dirty dancing with the four semi naked boys, Eden meanwhile looked horribly embarrassed at her hubby's antics!

And then, the boys all turned, almost in unison, and began to twerk (yes even Dean the bad dancer and Sami the sort-of prude) against the divas. Dean naturally picked Renee, Finn picking Becky, Cody choosing Layla, and Sami against Nikki who couldnb't believe that a naked ass was rubbing against her! She slapped Sami's ass playfully. Now Adrian looked PISSED.

John took a photo. For Facebook blackmail purposes.

"JOHNNY." snarled Randy. He was jealous. If he'd done that, Cody and co. would rip him for being not so gifted in the booty department. So he contented himself by savagely devouring John's lips, grinding their bulges together.

"OK OK...calm it," John chuckled as Randy's eyes flashed.

"Take me in that damn room. NOW."

"I er...think it's occupied.."

"We;ll make room damnit."

"RANDAL. Be classy."

"Gonna make me Cena?"

"I may just make you wear that chastity belt I have stashed away..."

Randy moaned.

"And then," John contined to hiss in his ear, "I'll get the ol' rabbit back out. And torture you with it. And you'll have NO means of relief."

"OK..." moaned Randy, turned the fuck on, "I'll wait Johnny..."

"Good boy," teased John, as Work Bitch drew to a close. He swaggered to the boys and decided to spank every single one of them.

"JOHN!" squealed Nikki.

When John got to Cody, Eden appeared in a puff of smoke.

"I don't think so!" she snapped.

"Wouldn't dream of it!" John grinned.

"Any spanking of HIM that's being done, I'm doing it!" she said, but she was smiling. She raised her hand and whacked Cody hard on the ass.

"OWW!" cried Cody, stumbling, "Who the fuck...oh...Brandi. Hehehehe."

He looked the picture of cute mischeif.

"Sowwy.." he sucked his thumb, "Blame Finny and Sami."

"You're an easier target," Eden smiled, "I thought I taught you better than that."

"I am the best dancer in WWE," pouted Cody.

"Really?" Finn grinned, appearing and throwing an arm over his bestie's shoulder, "I think Generico had you licked."

"That prude? PFFT." sassed Cody. He was a touch turned on because he was imagining twerking that ass on Josh Mathews' dick. He was more than a little frustrated. But his wife was in front of him.

The next song kicked in. Anaconda.

"YAAS," Eden squealed, "You better not show me up this time honey!"

Cody bent over in front of her, shaking his booty expertly, feeling the love-it-or-hate-it rap song. Oh yes. Now all eyes were on HIM.

---

Cesaro spanked the slim ass as he pounded Corey Graves like the slut he was, Corey moaning wantonly. Yes. Fuck yes. He craved dirty fucking like this. Being fucked like he was trash.

"I'm gonna cum..." whimpered Corey. He was a sweaty stinking mess. Cesaro was one of the best he'd ever had.

"Me too..." grunted the Swiss.

"Oh yes man," Corey attempted to imitate Tyson's voice, "Sooo much better than my granma wife...dick me man...fuckin dick me..."

Cesaro growled. WOW. Corey was GOOD. What a hunk. Definitely preferred fucking Corey to Mike now! He yanked Corey upwards, causing the tattooed commentator to make a delicious S shape and began to hungrily kiss him.

"Want more?" purred Corey, "You're soo good I'lkl do anything you want Claudio.."

"Be TJ again...I'm SO close.." moaned Cesaro.

"Me too, we'll cum together.." Corey groaned, before putting on Tyson's clipped accent again, "Yes man, harder man...oh yeah dick me...thats it...I can't get enough of you man...its so wrong...cheating on my wife but you're so good...yes...oh fuck I'm gonna...you're makin me cum mannn..."

Corey screamed as he lost it...exploding all over the lino beneath him...just as Cesaro bellowed in lust, his release burning on its way out and spraying Corey's insides white...what a climax...Corey was good...Cesaro in the dark, dimly lit, sweatbox of a backroom had ALMOST been convinced he was actually fucking Tyson.

"Oh TJ..." he moaned, "Did you enjoy that mon cher?"

Corey smiled to himself. He did care for Cesaro. And not just because he was amazing in bed. And out of it.

"Fact," he gasped, sated.

"Corey...zat was fantastic," Cesaro sighed, pulling out.

Corey kissed him.

"I know I'm not the one you want but if it made you happy..." he whimpered, "You're fantastic at sex. You know that don't you?"

"Been told, you're good too," Cesaro replied.

More kisses.

"I like you a lot CLaudio," moaned Corey, "But not enough to be your boyfriend...because I know you want Kidd."

"Hope zat doesn't upset you," Cesaro said, stroking Corey's face.

"No, not at all...we're good friends with amazing benefits. And while Mike's stuck with Morticia making silly movies, I get exclusive use of our muscle."

Cesaro chuckled.

"Speaking of unreqvited lust," he whispered, naughtily caressing inside Corey's naked thigh, enjoying the gentle whimpers, "Not going OK vith Reigns?"

"I was aching for attention Claudio and couldn't put in any more work," Corey replied, leaning against the wall, legs opening, just letting the Swiss touch him.

"How about," Cesaro said, "Next time, I'll be Reigns..."

"OH CLAUDIO.." moaned Corey, kissing him, "You're AMAZING!"

Reluctantly he began to dress. As did Cesaro.

They staggered out of the dim room, unaware that the whole time they'd been in there...

---

"Ohhh Joey..." Jamie Noble was aching all over. He was riding his beloved Joey Mercury. They'd been fucking in here, non stop...for almost an hour. He just could NOT get enough of his buddy.

"Jesus Jamie," moaned Joey, "You're hungry tonight aincha.."

"You're perfect," Jamie whined, "I can't stop having sex with you...don't stop Jo...please don't ever stop..."

"I can't edge much longer man..."

"Do it...I don't want this to eennddd..."

Jamie clenched around Joey's cock as hard as he could. Both of them were fully naked and using their combined clothes as a makeshift bed. They'd hit the back room after Cena's company-wide round of drinks and had been having sex since. Well extended foreplay first. Both of them exploring each other. Jamie had given his first rim job. Joey had sucked Jamie off for the first time. And then laid Jamie down and slowly fingered him before eating him out. Jamie had told Joey to treat him like a chick to help him get somewhat into the ballpark of man-man foreplay.

And already, they'd stopped using condoms. Jamie was developing strong feelings for Joey. Well tonight was the first time Joey had gone bare.

"Man your ass is just the best.,..." groaned Joey.

"You're the best..." Jamie leaned down and began to kiss him. He began to ride faster. He wanted them to cum now. He couldn't take this extended assault on his G-spot much longer. He snaopped his hips back and forth, "Oh Joey...yes Joey...don't stop baby...please just don't ever stop..."

"Fuck yeah Jamie...fuck yeah..."

"Say my name again!"

"Jamie...Jamie.."

"OHHHH...OHHHH..." Jamie was getting close...SO close...

"Fuck Jamie I think I'm gonna...fuck man I'm gonna have to pull out..."

"NO! IN ME!" screamed Jamie...his orgasm frighteningly close...please Joey...make him complete...suddenly he convulsed and squealed at the top of his lungs, exploding all over Joey's abs, pecs even the bald man's face...having the climax of his life...

"FUCK!" bellowed Joey, driving deep into Jamie's tight, warm ass and coming harder than he'd done in years...it never seemed to stop...at last...Mercury was spent...he sprawled onto the 'bed' of clothes...so satisfied and relieved.

Jamie collapsed on top of him. Sniffling. He slowly began to kiss Joey on the lips once more.

"I love you."

"Wow man...that was amazing.." Joey breathed, "I'm exhausted..."

"Jo..."

"I heard you Jay...I think I love ya too..."

Jamie smiled cutely.

Joey's continuing observation every time they had sex was how soft Jamie's skin was...his smooth legs and soft ass cheeks. And how nice Jamie smelled.

"Hey Jo," Jamie smiled, adorably, "I think I know how you got the name Mercury now..."

"Don't cheapen it.." chuckled Joey, getting it.

"I feel so good..." sighed Jamie, "Oh man..."

"I hope you don't get pregnant!" joked Joey.

"If I did we'd have beautiful babies." Jamie climbed off his man and lay his head on Joey's chest.

"You nutted me like a god-damn fire sprinkler," Joey complained, "I'm gonna stink.."

"Your fault. For being the best sex I've ever had."

Joey cuddled Jamie close, pecking his buzzcutted head.

"Hey," he whispered, "Wonder how many couples we've had sex with tonight..."

"Well Ambrose, Rollins, Zayn and Neville..." Jamie giggled, "Oh man ROllins will be pissed...Graves and Cesaro..ugh...why did I go to that selfish dick when there was you..."

"Kidd and Natalya...man that was a buzz, listening to a husband and wife get down and dirty near us!" Joey laughed, "And yeah...that sucked having to listen to your ex...it's why I was kissing you a lot.."

"Like I'd object to that.." Jamie sighed, "Suppose we better get dressed..forgot there's a party going on out there."

"This floor is really hurting my back now," Joey said.

"Why I made you go through every damn position," Jamie giggled, "Baby."

More cute kisses.

J&J Security began to dress, using their phone lights as visibility aids. Once they were presentable, Jamie took Joey's hand proudly.

"Ready?" Joey asked him.

"Ready," Jamie nodded.

They walked out and immediately Shake It Off by Taylor Swift was assaulting their ears.

The lights, people and music were almost too much. Jamie padded over to Seth at the bar and tapped his shoulder.

"Whoa.." the champ jumped, "There you are! Been wondering where you guys have gone!"

"Hmm..." Dean, now dressed again, was nearby, half watching the divas (and the '3 Amigos') dance, half ogling Seth's biceps, "Back room?"

"How could you tell?" spluttered Jamie.

"WAIT!" Seth went scarlet and facepalmed, "How long?"

"Since about nine thirty..." Joey shrugged.

"Oh GOD..." Seth looked mortified. Dean just grinned. He and Seth had been having sex not only in the same room as Sami and Adrian, but also Seth's security stooges!

"We heard you guys.." Jamie smiled wickedly, "Hot. C'mon, no secrets, right?"

"Damn," Dean sighed, "We never heard you.."

"Cos we were still in foreplay at that point," smirked Jamie, "And I may have been sat on Jo's face."

"JAMIE.." Joey spluttered.

"Why me..." Seth was groaning.

"Ignore my boyfriend," Dean smirked, "He was all cocky when he realised we were screwing not too far from Neville and Zayn. Zayn's quite the screamer."

"Yes. We heard him too," Jamie giggled, "Guess who else we heard?"

"Er...Crowe and Ziggler?" teased Dean.

"Kidd and Nattie. Wow. They;re hot," Jamie said, "Ironically, my dirty scumbag ex fuck came in with his dirty sidepiece Graves after them...Graves pretended to be Kidd."

"Fucked up shit," Joey put in.

Dean was grinning from ear to ear. Oh CODY? FINN?

"Jonny..NO." commanded Seth.

"I love you Sethie," Dean simpered, making out with him.

"I love you too but you are NOT 'spilling the damn tea'!" Seth said sternly, "I can read you like a book!"

"Hey Noble, come and tell the HBICs that you and Mercury are official!" Dean said.

"How could you possibly tell?" Joey said incredulously.

"I can see chemistry. And the way Noble was tidying your shirt up," Dean grinned.

"You buttoned it bad Jo," Jamie pouted.

"C'mon," Dean hauled Jamie away.

Joey sighed and leaned on the bar next to Seth.

"I'm happy for ya," the champ said, "Don't agree but I guess...Noble looks on top of the world."

"I care about him a lot," Joey said, "And I guess..well no secrets between us now."

"Guess not," Seth said, "Hey man! Two more beers. Thanks."

Dean led Jamie over to Cody and Finn, who were now thankfully dressed again but still booty bumping and shaking their thangs to Taylor Swift like their lives depended on it. Sami was trying to join in but the cute redhead wasn't blessed with the good dance moves. He could twerk. But that was it.

"DEAN!" COdy huggled him, "Oh...you acquired a Noble."

"Rhodes," Jamie nodded at him, "Balor...Zayn..."

Dean snorted.

So did Sami.

They never did finish telling the head Plastics what went down in the backroom.

"Imma go..." Cody made a smoking gesture as Shake It Off finished.

"Come with," Finn added to them.

"I don't approve Fergal," Sami said sternly as a remix of One Direction's Steal My Girl began. Ick. Perfect time to get out.

"Leave me alone!" Finn pouted.

The 3 amigos plus Dean and a confused Jamie, padded outside.

---

Sheamus and Fandango FLEW apart. They'd been making out on the bench for quite a while.

"OOOOH!" squealed Cody, "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSS!"

"Be still my heart!" Finn clutched his chest.

"What the HELL..." Sami was gobsmacked.

"Knew it," Dean folded his arms and smirked.

"Bloody hell..." complained Sheamus, "I think it's our cue to get more beer."

"Yeah," grunted Fandango.

The two men, pissed at being walked 'out' on, stumbled inside to tidy themselves up and get some beer. They'd had all this privacy all night apart from the odd appearance from Wade...Cena..Orton...but now the Plastics had shown up.

Cody and Co claimed the bench, Cody offering his cigarettes out. Finn took one, as did Dean. He offered it to Jamie who shrugged and took one. Sami shuffled down the bench, pulling his shirt collar over his nose. He disapproved enormously of smoking (but took part in shisha every now and then!).

"Oh man I need the rest," Finn sighed, puffing.

"Me too," Cody said, "I think we slayed gurl."

"Yes we did. MWAH."

"Sami and his jock though.." Cody smirked, "Nikki got her money's worth."

Sami nodded under his shirt. Ugh. Smokers. He was pissed at Finn for succumbing to Cody's peer pressure.

"I don't think Seth enjoyed Dean giving Renee a twerk," Finn smiled.

"It;s because he wants Dean doing that on his dick," Cody teased.

Dean just shrugged and grinned. If it got Seth into possessive alpha top mode...well..his work was done!

"Weird seeing you doing it to your own wife," he said to Cody, "I'm not even gonna ask what goes on in your marital bed..."

"Hehehehehe.." Cody sucked his thumb, "That's for me to know, Joshy to fap to when he's not claiming my ass for himself and you lot to worry about."

"You must have had a threesome," Finn said.

"Nope."

"Wouldn't work anyway," Dean smirked, "It'd be a tag team fuck. I think Eden would wear a st.."

"ANYHOO," Cody said loudly, "What about Sheamus and Fandango huh?"

He was texting Josh.

To: Joshy *heart emojis*

I'm so horny baby *aubergine emojis*. Just been gogo dancers with Finny Dean and Sami *wink emojis*. Now I'm wishing you were here to give me what I deserve xxxx

Buzz buzz.

From: Joshy *heart emojis*

You better have photos of this ;) Wait Sami? He's like the world's biggest prude LOL xx

Finn read over Cody's shoulder.

"Ask your wife to wear a dildo!" he teased, "Some people just aren't satisfied. Oh Generico. Coddles' boyfriend says you're a prude!"

"FINNY! RUDE!"

Dean howled with laughter.

Sami just looked disapproving.

"So Noble, have you got what it takes be cold, hard, plastic?" grinned Cody, turning to Jamie who looked uncomfortable.

"You hate the Swiss Thot so that's a start," grinned Finn.

"No man...Ambrose pulled me over..." Jamie sighed, "Just wanted to say. Jo and I are official. I said the three words earlier."

"AWWWWWWWWWWWW!" squealed Cody, "Adorable! Wait...earlier?"

"We have been in that back room for quite some time.." Jamie muttered, blushing, "Every position...oh man why am I telling you..."

"Not my place of choice to drop the L bomb but how cute is that.." Cody sighed happily, "Wait...SAMI. Looks like you weren't alone..."

"Neither was I," Dean grinned.

"WAIT WHAT?" Cody spluttered.

"Yes Codes," Sami smirked, lowering his shirt collar and coughing, batting the smoke away from himself, "Ben and me, Dean and Seth, and J&J...we were all in that room...at the same time...totally unawares..."

Finn howled with laughter.

"So, in essence an ORGY?!" Cody spluttered, "DEAN! SAMI! I'm disappointed!"

"We didn't know the others were in there until we were all finished up.." Sami reasoned, "It's dark in there. And anyhoo, you were the one shaking his ass on the dance floor."

"Meh...not impressed," Cody said, "Messy queens the lot of you. Especially you Sami. I saw lube stains on Nikki's dress once you were done twerking on her."

POUT. Folding of arms.

"Oh take the stick out yer arse sweets, like you've not been in backrooms before!" Finn giggled.

"Yes but...NNNNNN why is everyone getting laid but ME damnit!" Cody pouted, "Joshy could have told Dickhead Carter he had a previous engagement and come out here to be with me. We would have shown you basics how gay sex is truly done!"

"Messy queen," teased Sami.

"KHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Cody folded his arms and POUTED royally. That just was NOT fair. He was keeping Finn by his side so Finn would have to wait until the party was over before HE could get his legs around Wade! And yet half of WWE was getting dicked right under his nose to rub it in! He hated his life!

"Jamie has some hot tea," Dean grinned.

"Oh yeah, we heard some stuff," Jamie said, wriggling. His ass hurt. Ow. Not comfortable, "We heard...yeah...Kidd and Natalya sneak in...straight people use the backroom too.."

"I wondered why Nattie's hair wasn't looking so on point just now," Cody said, "Imma tell Nikki and Brie to keep an eye on her. Naughty girl."

"Brie? She'll have her head down the bog soon, vomming for America," Finn giggled, "She was wasted in there."

"Trufax," Cody admitted, "But YAAS. Good for Tyson. Claiming his lovely wife and sticking one to that hairy-assed basic thot."

"Talking of hairy assed thots," Jamie said, "Whatever that means...HE came in with Graves...it was sucha boner killer. Graves is gross. He pretented to be Kidd to help get Cesaro off...and then they started talking about how Graves was gonna get Reigns...Cesaro said he was gonna 'be' Reigns next time they fucked..."

"Ew...I think I'm gonna throw," Sami said.

"That's fucked up," Dean sighed.

"GROSS! MESS!" screamed Cody, startling them all and actually leaving his seat to walk around the beer garden, hands on his head, kicking at plants, "Gross...messy...BLUUURGGHHH!"

"I think I';m gonna go throw up with him," Finn said, getting out of his seat and sprinting to where Cody now stood.

"Legit feel physically sick," Cody complained, "Cesaro and Graves are two of the most foul, disgusting, dirty individuals I have ever had the misfortune to encounter. BLECH."

He stomped his cigarette butt out hard on the ground.

The door opened again and Nikki Bella walked out, a touch unsteady on her Louboutin heels.

"Everyone inside," she said, "It's time for John's cake."

"Cena's already gonna be eating two pancakes once the party's over," Cody sassed.

"You really have no chill," giggled Nikki, "And I think I've seen more than enough cakes already."

She shot Sami a cheeky wink. He shot one right back.

"You have ten times the arse Orton has," Finn grinned.

"STOP!" giggled Nikki, "You'll get me into such trouble!"

"Trufax though right Nikki?" Cody grinned, "Queen Randella has many talents, but booty game isn't one of them."

"Come on.." Nikki said, beckoning them all inside, "If you're good we might give you first dibs."

"Watching me calories, sorry," Finn said, "Codes can have my bit."

"Good boy," Sami added, "Fergal's clean living. He even criticises my food choices sometimes."

"All those deep fried Middle Eastern things you like, you won't keep your slim figure forever Generico," Finn said.

"You need to stop hanging with Brie," Nikki remarked, "Cheat day exists for a reason and mine is today."

"You've had more than enough Syrian-Canadian cake for one night missy," Cody scolded.

Nikki giggled naughtily.

Sami just grinned. And what? He proved he was just as good as Cody and Finn tonight. They were SOOO jealous of his buns in that jock. The boys followed Nikki back inside. The music had stopped and the entire roster, main and NXT alike who were still there, had pulled up chairs in a circle. Randy and John sat in the centre.

"What is this a contract signing?" snarked Finn, pulling up a chair.

"Randalyn wants all eyes on him," Cody said, following suit.

Randy had the DJ's mic in his hand.

"Least he can cut entertaining promos now," Sami added.

"The cream puff," finished Dean.

Snorts all round.

Jamie had melted back into the throng to find Joey and escape the Plastics.

"Thank you all for coming," Randy's bassy voice reverberated through the bar, "And to those who said they were but haven't shown up. You suck."

John just flashed the dimples.

"Not Kevin's fault this was the only day he could be with his wife and kids!" pouted Sami.

"And Paige is stuck with Mess filming a movie," Cody complained, "She would have slayed."

"Tyler's lame, he assured me he'd come," Finn sighed, "And Hideo never got back to me."

"So," Randy's voice split the air once more, "All rise for the cake. If you please."

"Oh what a dweeb," sassed Cody.

The nicer of the two barmen appeared on cue with a beautifully-made replica of John's latest merch tee in cake form. A sparkler throwing up red sparks in the centre. It was a big-ass cake.

"Do we have to sing?" sighed Finn.

"If you don't want to be RKO'd," Dean grunted.

All present began to sing Happy Birthday. John looked pretty embarrassed but touched at the respect of his coworkers. He flashed the dimples as he shook his head.

And then Randy placed the cake on the third chair between them before making out with John in front of everyone. Whoops, cheers and catcalls from every wrestler present. John took a theatrical bow.

"SPEECH!" came several voices.

John huffed.

"Do I have to?" he hissed to Randy.

The Viper smirked and thrust the mic at him.

"Er..." John wasn't normally lost for words but they weren't on Monday Night Raw now, "Thank y'all for coming. If you want some cake, come get some. Today's cheat day for everyone. Have a good night."

Randy produce a knife and began to cut it into minute squares. Carbs and fat kept to a minum. Various wrestlers began steaming in. First in was Charlotte. Who took about three. Then Nikki. Nattie. Tyson...and the rest.

The plastics were some of the last in.

Cody padded over.

"What cake is it?" he asked to the room at large.

"Red velvet and orgasmic it is too," Nikki said thickly, mouth full/

"Speaking of orgasms," Cody grinned, "Are you aware Nattie snuk TJ into the back room for some action earlier? I have witnesses."

Nikki almost choked.

"She WHAT?" she spluttered, hurriedly swallowing her cake.

"Oh yeah. Explain how her perfecto Ariana ponytail is now all tousled and messy hehehehe."

"NATTIE!" cried Nikki, "A word!"

"What?" giggled the third generation Diva.

"Ladies room! Now!" Nikki hauled her away.

"Nicole...wait for me.." slurred Brie, tripping over her heel as she followed her sister and oldest friend on the divas roster.

"Brandi?" Cody called.

"Already saved you some honey," his wife sashayed over and fed some to him. It was a tender moment for the Rhodes spouse team.

A sugary kiss.

"Ew. Coddles being straight. I can't look!" Finn covered his face. Cody flipped his pesky bestie off.

Wade sauntered over with some cake.

"Allo trouble," he grunted, "I've seen the photos from earlier. Nice to hide your little gogo dance from your fella."

"Sowwy.." Finn giggled coyly, "You could have come and claimed me if you wanted to...if you weren't hard enough to cut diamonds hehehehe...nnnnnnn..Stuart...you know I don't eat cake...calories.."

"Oh stop whinging and get it down yer neck," Wade chortled, "I've eaten crap today, so can you. Open wide."

He broke a piece off and gently placed it in the Irishman's mouth.

MMMMM. OK it was amazing cake. Even if Finn could see his stomach expanding by the second.

"It'll go to me hips.." he complained, "But it's soooo gooooodd..."

He looked over. Neville was doing exactly the same to Sami who was licking the Brit's fingers seductively. Oh what a horny bitch Sami was.

The petite figure of Layla walked over and grabbed the microphone.

"Nobody go anywhere," she announced, "We are all to stay for one last dance."

"YAAAASSSSS!" squealed Cody, "Brandi, COME!"

Eden was dragged over, almost tripping over her Louboutins in the process.

"Oh BLOODY HELL.." groaned Wade, "It's a bloody Vogue flashmob isn't it."

Nikki, Brie and Nattie appeared in a puff of smoke seemingly. Nikki had dragged them out of the ladies room once she heard Layla on the mic.

People were putting their drinks down and shuffling to the dance floor as Layla barked orders down the mic to do so.

"Now," she finished, "You are to watch me and Cody. Do as we do. If you're crap, don't worry. For those who were here 6 years ago...well you know the rules. Hey Mr DJ! Put the record on!"

What are you looking at?!

The slow intro to Madonna's 1990 classic Vogue started to play. Layla and Cody (and Eden, who'd been taught the whole routine in first week of marriage! It was on their prenup!) all got into position, striking elegant poses. It was so amusing watching various NXT and main roster wrestlers all attempting to find their inner Gisele and strike a pose.

Strike a pose!

They all changed into a new one. Several going for the hands under chin look.

Vogue, vogue...

All eyes upon Layla who began to dance beautifully, move-for-move emulating Madonna in the famous black and white music video as the song truly began.

Look around everywhere you turn is heartache

It's everywhere that you go (look around)

You try everything you can to escape

The pain of life that you know (life that you know)

When all else fails and you long to be

Something better than you are today

I know a place where you can get away

It's called a dance floor, and here's what it's for, so..

As the chorus hit, the three leaders broke into a snappy, perfect example of the underground vogue dance. Watching everyone try to copy was hysterical. People like Sheamus, Roman, Solomon Crowe, Wade, and of course birthday boy himself were truly atrocious at it. They were big, masculine guys who were NOT cut out for this sort of thing AT ALL. Even Kane and Edge from the legendary first time this occured were better!

Come on, vogue

Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow)

You know you can do it

Most of the divas were nailing it. Nikki was gamely at the front with the leaders.

As the song progressed, it was becoming more and more of a flash mob as everyone dropped their inhibitions and just threw themselves in, card statuses, billed weights, feuds etc all forgotten.

Finn had made sure he was right next to Cody so he could copy the ravenette move for move. 220 pounds of Georgia native should not move so gracefully, but Cody wasn't known as the best dancer in the company for nothing.

The second chorus hit and this time, everyone just WENT for it.

"Watch me bloody eyes Reigns!" growled Wade as Roman almost elbowed his head off.

"Sorry man...you suck anyway," snorted the Samoan.

"Up yours!" snapped Wade as Roman howled with laughter.

"Man up broskis," Dolph Ziggler drawled, naturally nailing it because he was just THAT damn good and metrosexual.

Adrian was appalling. Sami was awesome at it.

Sheamus was AWFUL.

Fandango was fantastic at it. And he shook his ass for Sheamus who's eyes were all over it.

As for the divas, Layla, Nikki and Nattie, the veterans were slaying the newbies. Brie was a little worse for wear and was sitting it out by now, filming it on her phone instead.

Daniel was also sitting it out, mainly to tend to his rather sozzled wife.

Becky and Sasha were gamely working it, both of them cheekily spanking Finn a lot.

Renee was booty-bumping Dean.

Seth meanwhile was tripping over his feet a lot.

ON the third chorus, Layla and Cody became Fred and Ginger and did an obviously much-practiced step routine.

For the spoken bit, everyone just copied them once more, mainly lipsynching the words and striking poses. As the song closed, the whole company (or rather attempted to) vogued their way until the end.

Oooh, you've got to

Let your body move to the music

Oooh, you've got to just

Let your body go with the flow

Oooh, you've got to

Vogue

At last.

Just under 5 minutes.

Cheers, whoops and applause.

"Can we have another bloody drink now?" complained Wade, stomping to the bar.

"THat was the worst five minutes of my life," Sheamus agreed, "I am never doing that again!"

John ambled over, smirking from ear to ear. He had the DJ's mic in his hand.

"Last drinks are on me! That was fucking awesome!" he declared.

Before his mouth was once more assaulted by a hungry viper.

"WHOO!" Layla and Cody hugged tight.

"Just like the old times," Cody lamented, "I miss Joshy."

Big sad face.

"You know he would have been here if he could," Layla said, "Anyway, your bestie was nailing it."

"Heyyyyy..." FInn slapped an arm over Cody's shoulders, "That was fun! Did you see Pac? Generico looked pissed."

"Adrian can't dance," Cody said, ambling over to Sami and nicking his cap, "Aww Sami, hope Adrian can move better in the bedroom!"

"Ha. HAA!" Sami snarked, snatching his hat back, "Ben has hips where it counts thank you."

"I'm a lad from Newcastle not a gay lap dancer!" Adrian spluttered, "Anyway! Cena was worse than me!"

"I expected better from a high flyer Ben. Anyhoo I think Wade was worse," Sami smirked at Finn who gave him the finger, "Boys...we're gonna make tracks."

"YEah, I'm knackered," Adrian said.

"Whatever," Cody teased, "Sami needs to work his hips a different way. Amiright?"

"Have fun being STRAIGHT!" Sami clapped back.

"BITCH!" Cody folded his arms and blew a raspberry.

Sami and Adrian went to say their goodbyes before leaving for the hotel Adrian was booked in.

Cody and Finn went to the bar to get a final drink as 'More Than Physical' by Bananarama began to play.

"Guinness shandy," Finn said, wiggling his body to the 80s beat, "Make it two."

"Finny..." Cody said reproachfully.

"One last drink sweets. Man. You and Layla clearly rehearse it wayy to much."

"You were slaying yourself. And yes, I wrote learning to vogue into Brandi's and my prenup."

"Only you.."

"That vos the lamest, gayest thing ve have ever seen and you should all be ashamed to call yourselves wrestlers."

Loud and scathing, a smug Cesaro flanked by his lackeys Corey and Brad reappeared.

Both Cody and Finn scowled and cracked their knuckles.

"HEY! What's THAT doing back! I thought Cena barred it!" Corey snarled at Finn.

"Surprise bitch. Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me," sassed Finn, "And when we need a low-rent version of Punk, we'll let you know."

"Exactly," Cody added, "Honey, your downtown hustler style is as old and bitter as you. You've even got the crypt keeper crying 'BOO HOO HOO!'"

"GOOD ONE!" howled Finn, "Library closed!"

Corey could do nothing but spit and gibber. Why did their luck hold out? Every bastard time! He was so sure he'd 'fixed' that yappy little ratdog Balor after the hacking of Wade's iCloud and Cena threw the drunken Irish mess out. But NO. Balor somehow managed to come up smelling of roses again.

"Vere's your title Rhodes?" Cesaro sneered, "Nobody likes your stupid gimmick."

"He's so gay even his asshole has a lisp," Brad chimed in.

Corey screamed with sycophantic laughter.

"At least my ass isn't 100 per cent silicone," Cody sassed, "Would be such a shame if you took one bump too many and your inflated ass started leaking..."

"Rhodeth, Rhodeth," Corey cut in, "I know you're thinking you're serving body and look, but the only thing I'm getting is The Hills Have Eyes."

Brad and Cesaro roared with laughter, high-fiving him.

"Hats off his mother for marrying his brother," Brad added.

Cody grabbed Brad by the throat.

"YOU FUCKING..." He was shaking with fury. Brad just sneered defiantly at him.

"Come on then, hit me," Brad continued to wind him up, eyes flashing maliciously, "Whats up lispy? You scared I might be able to fight you back?"

"Leave it sweets, is it worth losing your job over an irrelevant talentless spunk bucket?" Finn deadpanned, "Maddox reminds me of a BMW."

"What, nothing to offer except rear wheel drive?" Cody snorted.

"No. Body Made Wrong," Finn finished.

Brad's face went scarlet as Cody released his neck.

"Two words: Sideshow freak," Cody finished triumphantly, "A freak even Ziggler's reject brother tired of."

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HIM..." spluttered Brad.

Cesaro cracked his knuckles.

"Vun more word and I'll break both of your legs," he hissed.

Cody sniggered in his face.

"Take your two little fucktoys, Cesarho, and kindly throw yourselves under a bus outside. Yours sincerely, the entire WWE Universe. Make sure Graves lands on his receding head. KThanxBAI."

He took Finn by the arm and led his bestie away, relaxing in their victory over their bitter enemies in this particular battle of words.

---

The hotel room door flew open and the two men stumbled inside, lips fused together and groping at one another roughly, the passion fuelled by beer and testosterone.

The bigger of the two hastily switched the light on and kicked the door shut.

"Fuck you're so HOT..." snarled Sheamus.

"You brute..." breathed Fandango. He hadn't been with a man since Ted dumped him for the church. He was BEYOND sexually frustrated. Sheamus had been buying him drinks all night and chatting him right up. He'd been hoping it would lead to this. He just hoped the big Irish brute could handle him. And ALL his desires.

They continued to fiercely make out, the dancer ripping open Sheamus' smart waistcoat and dress shirt furiously, buttons flying everywhere. The Irishman responded by tearing open Fandango's shirt and groaning at the sight of those hot as fuck pecs and abs. Damn he knew he'd pulled a hottie. THe last available hottie in WWE. Single. Manly. Hung. And an arse to get lost in.

Now shirtless, the two hunks crashed onto the bed, still joined at the mouth and grinding needily against each other.

"No foreplay?" Fandango AKA Johnny Curtis snarled. He kept his breathy TV voice. Which only turned SHeamus on, just like Ted DiBiase, all the more.

He shot the big man a slasher smile. When did he reveal his secrets?

He was unaware Cody had already told Sheamus about The Room.

Sheamus just took in this hot piece of arse beneath him. This guy could give it right back in bed. He could tell. And with the knowledge supplied by the ever-helpful Cody...

He began to roughly kiss down Fandango's sculpted abs...mmm..he smelled so masculine...fuck...

Fandango writhed and moaned. YES. Could he at last get the domination he'd ben craving? And then. He could dominate this redheaded thug. He was versatile after all. Just that his previous WWE conquests (Josh Mathews, Alex Riley, Justin Gabriel and Ted DiBiase, most of whom got released) were all bottoms. Well, DiBiase became a bottom once he'd gotten with Fandango.

The dancer was itching to get fucked for once. It had been a while. He'd made Ted go alpha on him a few times - he'd basically forced Ted into pretending he, Fandango, was Cody. He wanted to see what Rhodes raved about when Ted was SUCH a willing sub. And hadn't been disappointed. Fuck. Ted had been just as hot a top as he'd been a bottom. Rhodes was right. Damn. They'd had such a hot sex life. That roughneck Southern cowboy was criminally slept on by WWE and fans. Shame he loved the church more than Curtis Hussey.

Sheamus tore open the dancer's jeans and whipped them down his muscular legs, admiring the calf tattoo he had. Fandango was wearing briefs. The dancer opened his legs. His briefs were bulging. A lot. He packed serious heat.

Sheamus' eyes widened.

"Take them off me you brute," breathed Fandango, "With your TEETH."

Oh yes. Break him in gently. Show him what he was about.

SHeamus did so and bit on the waistband, whipping them down so the dancing hunk was fully naked beneath him. Whoa. He was hung. Not as big as Cesaro...but still. Fuck.

Sheamus was a little worried. Was he going to get dominated? He'd never been dominated by ANYONE.

Fandango just shot his sultry magnetic smirk as he idly jerked off.

"Want some?" he purred.

His VOICE. It sent Sheamus wild.

The big Irishman was undressing himself faster than he'd done in ages.

And the hungry sneer that lifted the dancer's face as Sheamus stripped his boxers off...yes. Fandango definitely wanted that in him. He wanted to be on bottom for this first time. Be wrecked by this BRUTE of a man.

Sheamus lay ontop of the dancer, grinding their now-nude bodies together, both men groaning in lust as their cocks touched. They furiously made out some more before SHeamus began to kiss Fandango's tanned neck.

"Ohhhh fuck yes...I need attention," moaned the dancer, still maintaining his gimmick voice as he knew it turned men on, and he writhed as Sheamus jerked him off as he continued to kiss his neck.

"You're wet," Sheamus hissed, rubbing the precum from the tip of the hunk's cock.

Fandango moaned louder.

"I haven't had anyone in eighteen months," he whispered, "Break my dry spell. I want you to fuck me."

"Good cos nothing's goin' in my arse.."

"Wanna bet?" That slasher smile once more.

Fandango licked his lips.

Sheamus found himself getting harder.

Was he opening his mind up to 'other possibilities'? But he bet Fandango could dominate the fuck out of him by bottoming too? Tying him up in shackles and riding him...the mind boggled.

"Have you any lube?" whispered Fandango.

"Me bag.."

"Get some."

Still that sinister smile.

Sheamus was wondering if he was out of his depth.

He padded to his bag and fished out the neglected bottle of lubricant. He still carried it in his luggage even after the ugly breakup with Cesaro.

He coated two fingers and then inserted them inside the dancer's phenomenal, muscular ass.

"Ohhh yessss..." hissed Fandango in relief. Too damn long. His legs spread wide open as he took this fingerfuck like a champ, groaning and moaning.

"Like that?"

The dancer nodded, eyes heavy.

"Fuck.." Sheamus hissed, "Mate...I don't have any johnnies..."

Fandango struck. He leaned up and choked Sheamus with his hands, unleashing his Master side at last.

"Bareback me you brute," he snarled.

Sheamus looked terrified. But he;d been waiting for something like this to happen.

Fandango removed his hands and then bit on Sheamus' lip before kissing him powerfully.

"Just wreck me you gorgeous thug. I crave it."

Sheamus threw Fandango on his back, the dancer shooting once more that slasher smile.

Like FInn Balor and Cody Rhodes, Fandango was a dominant bottom. He gave the orders in the bedroom at all times. He would easily persuade this big uncouth Celt to give his 'arse' up soon. He wasn't going to let this one get away like Ted or Justin.

Sheamus coated himself and kneeled between those open muscled legs.

Slowly he lined up, pushing at the entrance.

Fandango's mouth opened in relief as at last,he was penetrated with real flesh instead of a dildo. He'd ha dplenty of toys to keep himself busy during self-love time of course. But nothing beat the real thing. Especially a good tight ass of a willing sub. But right now all he fucking wanted was to have HIS ass destroyed. Have his cobwebs cleared out.

He folded himself in half as Sheamus slowly continued to push inside him, moaning loudly.

"Ohhhhhh yess...thank you sir..." he gasped.

"Need this don't you?" hissed Sheamus.

Fandango nodded.

"I crave it sir.."

Being the dominatee was such a rare treat for him.

"DOn;t be gentle..." he rasped, moaning louder as Sheamus was now balls deep and touching his much-neglected prostate, "Wreck me sir. Make me take it."

He licked his lips lustfully.

Sheamus did just that. He began to pound the dancer like he fucking hated him, cursing and snarling through his nostrils, unleashing the pent-up fury at Cesaro and taking it all out on the more-than-willing man beneath him. Fandango was gasping breathily and moaning in wanton need as his itch was scratched at last.

"Yes...don't be shy...break me in half..."

"Fucking...dirty fucking whore..." In his head Sheamus was punishing Cesaro.

And Fandango knew it.

When Sheamus started buying him drinks he knew he was in.

He leaned up and slapped Sheamus in the face.

The Irishman looked INCENSED.

"Choke me," Fandango hissed, "Imagine I'm Cesaro...your scumbag ex...you got me in an alleyway and you want to make me pay for what I did...rape me you brute."

Wow. Sheamus was definitely out of his depth. Fandango not only wanted it rough, he wanted it worse. Fuck.

"You...asked for...it.." he snarled and his hands flew to the dancer's throat.

That creepy smile once more.

Fandango began to scream albeit strangled as he was simulataneously fucked hard and choked...oh YES...a partner who was willing to go the extra mile...yes...fuck yes...yes! When he took dick he liked it HARD. And he meant hard.

SHeamus removed his hands from the dancer's neck.

He couldn'[t choke him. He was petrified he'd kill the guy.

He pinned Fandango to the bed by the chest instead and continued to borderline rape him, the dancer's hoarse screams music to his ear. Take it...take it..

Fandango was a mess...he was so close to just FINALLY releasing...please do not stop...please...he needed it like this...

"I'm gonna cum..." he whimpered, "Please sir...longdick me.."

Sheamus pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in hard, eliciting a scream from the dancer as his abused prostate got smashed. And again. And again.

Fandango was SO close...yes...don't stop. Just like that! LIKE THAT! He threw his head back, letting out a roaring scream and convulsed dangerously hard as at last his cock seared and burned and his essence blasted all over his torso and face.

"You...STUD..." he hissed..licking his lips and catching stray splashes of his own release, "SHoot in me..."

Sheamus was still pounding him, using him as a fist. Yes...fuck he was going to...he was cursing and snarling constantly...he slammed deep inside Fandango as at last...his abs burned and he bellowed like a scalded lion as quite possibly the most intense, satisfying orgasm tore through his ivory-skinned, 270 pound body and right inside his new boy toy for the night.

Fandago moaned again as he felt Sheamus blast inside him.

What. A. Fuck.

Both men were sore and gasping.

Sheamus pulled out of him. A little blood.

Oh fuck.

He'd gone way too hard. But what a catharsis. His anger at Cesaro was currently dribbling out of Fandango's amazing arse.

He lay beside the dancer.

Who leaned and kissed him with a needy whimper.

"You are amazing.." breathed Fandango, "Can I stay the night?"

"Do ya need to ask.." panted Sheamus, pulling covers over them, "Man...I didn't expect you to be so..."

"Lots to learn about me you gorgeous brute," breathed Fandango, "Being with me could be an experience you'll never forget..."

"I've met Fergal Devitt," Sheamus smirked, wiuping his brow.

Fandango climbed onto him and kissed him hard again. Sheamus deepened it even more, rubbing his big hands up and down the dancer's back.

"You kiss so well.." breathed Fandango, "You're fantastic.."

Another kiss.

"How do you feel?" the dancer continued.

"Satisfied..."

"Cos I absorbed all your anger..." Fandango's eyes glinted, "I see all and say nothing Sheamus...that's right...been wanting you for ages especially after Cesaro was a cunt to you...I'd be just the disposable fucktoy you craved in revenge..."

"You're worth more than that.." Sheamus murmured, "Don't slag yerself mate.."

Fandango chuckled. What a smile.

"If you're willing to see me again...you'll find out just what makes me tick...and I'd like to find out more about you big guy.."

"Right now do ya like spooning cos shaggin' you took it right outta me?"

Fandango rolled into little spoon position. For now. The thick ivory arms closed around his abused body.

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I had to end it with this! I knew I wanted some Sheadango action! Hope it didn't disappoint! Lots of smut here. I had to have Centon as it was Johnny's birthday, of course. Samdrian because I haven't had them in a while...oh Sami the minx!

Coddles and Finny sprinkled liberally throughout. I held the Finnade smut but put in Finnade drama instead. Corey and Brad had show they were somewhat of a force to be reckoned with but their smugness was shortlived ;)

SOrry it was so long but I had a lot to fit in. If your faves only got a small part I'm sorry! Large ensemble scenes I do struggle with and I had to cut the originally planned number of characters in the party scenes just to make it easier to write!

Hope you liked it! xx