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.

37. Chapter 37

Chapter 37

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaackk. Sorry it's been so long. I've just finished being in a sold-out play in my home city so I devoted all my spare time when not working nightshifts to that - I forgot how much commitment acting in theatre requires, especially when a good friend is the director! Also opened up some other writing doors for me...Anyhoo, I'm back to my irreverent WWE scribblings for now. We left at Cena's party, ending in Sheamus and his new partner. So much has happened since that chapter - 2 PPVs, an NXT special (Becky, Sami and Finn all SERVED), Sami's Raw debut, the Mistress Of Distress Paige returning (watch out Coddles and Finn ;) Mum's back!)Ambrollins dominating Raw (Officer!Dean?! YAAAASSS!) and CHamber... I'm chuffed for Owens (the cute cub) and he SLAYED. But the fictional KO is the same as the real one i.e off limits for slashing. Anyway. Enough waffle. Let's get to the good stuff!

THis is a SMUTFEST. THe previous chapter was mostly drama and comedy (but had a fair bit of smut!). This makes up for it. LOTS of hot men having hot sex in this!

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Naissou Coliseum, Long Island, NY, 25 May 2015

A month had passed since John Cena's birthday shenanigans. An eventful month for WWE. Extreme Rules, Payback, NXT Takeover...the former Shield taking the main event slot and running with it.

Seth Rollins was changing into his ring attire.

Two arms wrapped around him and cologne filled his nostrils.

"Hey," he chuckled.

"You look SO hot..." moaned Dean. He was THRILLED to be feuding with his beloved again. The backroom competitive fuck with J&J and Sami and Neville at Cena's party had lit a fire under their already-hot sex life. Sod CrossFit, Seth's main workout was sex with Dean. The Lunatic Fringe's blue jeans spent more time on the bedroom floor than up around his waist.

The night after Payback. Wow.

Seth had been surprised by his own stamina. And the noises leaving Dean's throat. Dean had barely been able to walk the day after. But SO worth it.

Dean peppered Seth's neck with kisses.

"Hey hey..." Seth snickered, "Calm those hormones..."

"I can't help myself," purred Dean. He humped against Seth's perfect ass.

"Oh...fancy changing things do you?" growled Seth.

"No, I'm just turned on," Dean whispered.

Seth looked down and saw bare legs.

He turned to Dean.

The TINIEST briefs. Barely qualified as such. Dean may as well have been naked.

"Like them?" Dean smiled coyly.

"OK. How much?" sighed Seth.

"Fifty five dollars.."

"Jesus..." groaned Seth, "That's it Jonny. I am cutting your damn credit card in half."

"But Colby..."

"You have bought a new pair every day since Payback...I'm gonna look up shopping addiction."

His eyes raked the impressive bulge in those briefs.

Dean deftly reached inside the pocket of Seth's tight trousers and whipped out the WWE World CHamp's phone.

Well he had his wrist tape on as well as the briefs.

"OOoops..." he dropped the phone.

"Jonny..." spluttered Seth, "If you broke that..."

"Let me just check," Dean bent over naughtily.

Seth's eyes were on stalks.

That ASS.

Those briefs only skimmed those pert smooth cheeks but were so tight they may as wlel have been painted on.

Seth's brains flew south.

And he began to dry hump Dean, who leaned into him, whimpering with need. As he rocketed towards 30 he feared his appetite for Rollins would diminish. Far from it. He was worse than he was in high school these days. Seth didn't have to do much to get the Lunatic Fringe going these days.

"C'mon," moaned Dean, "Take me. You know you want me..."

He had a surprise for Seth when Raw wrapped. A costume. To go with this hot new underwear.

Seth sprang, devouring Dean's lips, lifting him up onto a wires box. Dean's legs wrapped around the man he wanted to marry (yes. Dean was itching for a ring on his finger. Balor and Barrett. Zayn and Neville. Rhodes and his wife/Rhodes and Mathews. Cena and Orton. Dean wanted that for him and Seth.)

"Yes..." he moaned, "Come on baby...you know what I want."

Seth peeled the briefs down Dean's legs before standing up to take off his very tight ring pants. Sometimes this attire was impractical as fuck. At last he kicked them off. Dean's legs opened wider expectantly, his cock proud and leaking. He was SO horny.

Seth began to stroke between those smooth thighs, enjoying Dean's cute gasps of pleasure.

"Ohhhh..." whined Dean. His voice was just so much softer in bed (or out of it) these days.

Seth smirked and crawled back, shoving his bearded face between Dean's legs and enjoying the stifled screams as he started to eat Dean out hungrily.

"Oh YES...don't fucking stop..."

"Fuck Jonny what you taken?"

"Your fault for being the hottest fucking man on the planet.." Dean shot him a bashful smile between moans, "Oh COLBY...don't ever stop...need..."

"Sssssh..." Seth reached over to place a finger on Dean's lips.

Since Payback Seth reckoned they must have covered every possible position two men could fuck in. Dean still liked missionary best.

Dean wriggled up the wires box. Almost falling off it.

"Please," he panted, "Just screw my brains out. I'm desperate.."

He was young. He could go again after Raw. In the little surprise he'd bought...hehehe.

"No er...lube.." Seth sighed.

"DAMNIT! Go in dry baby."

"No. Not hurting you before Raw!"

"I want YOU Raw damnit."

"You didn't..." Seth sighed.

Best just sate Dean's needs. The travel requirements meant no morning sex. No wonder the tousle-haired Cincinnati native was on heat. Seth spat on his hand feverishly and began to slick himself up. He leaned back between Dean's eagerly open legs and started to rim him some more, prepping him. Dean was tough. He could take it.

"I'm...*MOAN*...so...lucky...the champ...loves me..."

Awwww.

Yes Seth loved Dean. Dean loved Seth.

Little did Dean know Seth had already planned the perfect 30th birthday present for Dean. He'd bought it in Cincinnati last week. Just had to wait another six months before giving it. Now that had been a nice day and night. Dean had took his beloved to all his favourite haunts (his usual custom when WWE swung by the Ohio city) and then they'd booked into one of the nicest hotels in town and had one HELL of a night. Dean enjoyed tongueing champagne off of Seth's abs...

Dean's relieved scream split the air as he was sharply entered.

He wrapped his long legs tightly around Seth and his arms locked around the Davenport native's neck possesively. He'd become Cody and Finn in bed (demanding, ultra-possessive, ultra-passionate besotted bottom) of late. Anything to be like the two head cheerleaders.

Seth began to kiss Dean's cologne-scented neck, letting the elder man's gasps and screams do all the talking.

"Yes...oh fuck yes...don't stop...fuck...fuck me...fuck yeah..."

Anyone would think Dean had had a long dry spell.

And not like sex at work was a new thing to Dean.

Dean scratched down Seth's back (just like Cody frequently did to Josh and Finn did to Wade) as his prostate got stabbed in just the right place.

"Ohh baby...don't stop!" he cried.

"I'm not gonna..." Seth grunted.

"Just there...there..."

"You close already?"

Dean nodded, gasping, his fringe falling into his eyes. He was SO turned on. He HAD been playing with himself...and maybe something else before sneaking up on Seth...so yes he was close.

Seth contined to fuck Dean, moving faster...and harder...oww fuck Dean needed to cut his nails...

Neither man hearing the footsteps..

"OHHHHHHH FUCK!" screamed Dean as his orgasm tore through his body, powerful shots of his essence splattering his abs, pecs, fringe and the floor behind the box...narrowly missing the feet of the hapless man who'd just walked into this clandestine X-rated scene.

"Fuck..." Seth gasped, surprised at how hard his beau had just released...he was too close to stop...he continued to pound Dean's ass and then yelled a string of obscenites as he too gratefully went over the edge, deep inside Dean.

"Yeah...right in my ass..." Dean whispered before pulling Seth into some passionate kisses.

"Love you," Seth hissed.

"Love you too...so much.." whimpered Dean.

The poor witness was rooted to the spot. Unable to walk away. But unfortunately for him this was NOT the first time he'd seen this particular sight.

"SHIT!" Seth was mortified as he looked up, "Rome..."

Roman was covering his eyes. This was the DAMN LIMIT! WHY? Couldn't those two keep their damn pants on for FIVE minutes?

"Oh...hey Rome, making this a habit?" Dean smiled bashfully.

"SHUT UP!" Seth cried, "Get the fuck out Reigns!"

"I'd ask you to do the same man," Roman complained, "Hunter sent me to get you guys about the end of the show..."

"Kindly leave!" Seth spat.

"Colby baby, nothing he's not seen before," grinned Dean, shamelessly. Hey. Roman probably secretly enjoyed the show! It was how Roman found out Seth and Dean were a couple back in 2012 after all...he'd walked in to see Dean on all fours, Seth deep inside his ass...just as Dean came...all over Roman's workout vest. THAT had been AWKWARD.

"Put your damn clothes on," Roman growled, "And get your horndog asses to Hunter. NOW."

"Bossy!" pouted Dean playfully, "And I was just considering making you godfather to our baby."

"What the actual fuck..." Roman was so close to bashing his head against the wall. All the liquor in the world couldn't rid his brain of this. Dean was shameless. He hung out with Rhodes and Balor WAY too much. Why didn't he just get an XTube channel and be done with it!

"I'm playing," Dean sucked his thumb. Hey. He just had great naughty sex at work. His beloved was still in his ass...and their hot coworker had caught them inflagrante. He embraced it. Dean was a bit of an exhibitionist.

Seth pulled out, dressing hurriedly and messily.

"DAMN PANTS!" he raged.

He lobbed Dean's briefs at him.

Dean shrugged and mopped his torso down.

Roman was against the wall to avoid seeing Dean's dick.

Dean hopped off the box and kissed his beloved.

"You are amazing," he simpered.

"You are an exhibitionist!" Seth sighed.

"Don't tell me that didn't put several extra inches on your performance," Dean grinned, pulling his briefs on. Ow. His ass hurt good. And Seth's BACK! He began to laugh cutely.

"What's so damn funny?" Seth hissed.

"Your back has a perfect map of the subway on it..." giggled Dean, "Man I did shoot hard."

"Shut up Jonny we have company!"

"Gonna spank me?" Dean channelled pure Sami.

"SOmeone kill me now," groaned Roman, "Can I look yet?"

"Be our guest," Dean giggled, taking Seth's hand.

Roman turned and then took in Dean in that slutty underwear.

"Oh for god damn..." he sighed, "Do you ever wear anything...MODEST?!"

"How long have you known me Rome?" Dean was serving so many Sami/Finn/Cody teas right now. And he knew it.

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Dean was reluctantly heading back to the locker room to cover up en route to Catering. He had bragging to do! Poor Roman got so much more than he bargained for!

"Sup Owens," he nodded to the NXT Champion as the large bearded man walked past him.

"Hey Ambrose," Kevin nodded politely.

"You seen any of the 3 Amigos?" Dean asked.

"Over there man..."

"Thanks."

Dean swaggered by. His ass wiggling rather camply, the briefs leaving nothing to the imagination.

Kevin shook his head. He never got the gays. Amusing though. Livened the place up. Being Sami's long time friend had certainly been educational. And he'd known Balor a while. But still. An eyeful of half-naked Ambrose ass was not on his agenda today.

Once Dean was dressed more appropiately, he made a beeline for Catering.

Ahh. There they were.

Paige. Cody. Oh and Finn. Dean guessed that much. Sami was unfortunately resting at home in Montreal after Takeover. Reluctantly. Neville was on speed-dial!

He slid into an empty seat next to Cody.

Why did Balor ALWAYS sit on Cody's lap? Dean swore that they played down that makeout on Cena's birthday.

"Dean...where you been?" Cody asked, "I WhatsApped you like ten times."

"Busy," Dean shrugged, "Ooh chicken wings. Thanks Paige."

"You've been bloody shagging," Paige scolded as Dean dived in.

"And? Summer Rae's in a tight dress that looks untouched," Dean clapped back.

"You cheeky..." Paige pretended to hit him. She was LOVING being back with Her Boys. She was gutted that she missed all the fun of Cena's party. But had taken great delight in teasing Finn when Wade won King Of The Ring!

"Sup Balor. You working the dark match?" Dean asked.

"Dean. You know Finny lives in his ring gear when his King is around," grinned Cody, "Even though there's too much naked ass on my lap!" He playfully glowered at his adorable bestie.

"Like the sparkles?" Finn said.

"Nice," Dean was now stuffing his maw with chicken wings.

"As a loyal Prince to my dashing King, I needed new trunks," Finn said.

"Ones that cover your arse would be nice," Paige scolded.

RAZZZZP.

Only not from Cody.

"HEY!" Cody pouted,"Copycat."

"So how many times have you polished the King's sceptre?" Dean smirked.

"Countless," grinned Finn, "All Kings need a loyal serving prince to tend to their EVERY need."

"He gave Barrett a lapdance when he got the new gear," Cody explained, "Anyhoo Dean. What's the happs?"

"Oh the usual, had mindblowing sex on a wires box circa half an hour ago and Rome walked in just as I was shooting my load," Dean said, as casually as relating a trip to the mall.

"DEAN!" Cody cried.

"Slag," Paige remarked.

"You're all jealous," Dean grinned, "I wore my new briefs for Colby and he just was powerless to resist...his back is a map of the subway...or my orgasms.."

"Dean...you're scratching in bed too?"

"Can't help it...lately he's just been so fantastic in bed...anyway you said I should be more passionate! I thought I was..."

"I mean show him you're the boss!" Cody said, "You're older than Seth. And taller. Sami has Neville on a leash."

"All of us have our men on leads," chimed in Finn, "THe bottom is ALWAYS in charge sweets."

"You boys will come to a sticky end one of these days.." Paige said, "Oh GROW UP!" she added as all three smirked childishly at her choice of words.

"Stuart ALWAYS comes to a sticky end when he shags me on my back," Finn grinned, "Or on my side. Or my front."

"Joshy, the bed AND the walls do...I can't control myself with his talents in the bedroom," Cody teased.

Paige covered her ears and bashed her head on the table. WHY? THose bloody boys had gotten way too out of control in her absence damnit!

"Your guy needs to quit running his mouth," Dean said, "I unfollowed him. Yes. We get Samoa Joe did well in the Titanic that is TNA. He was with Ring Of Honor first. Mathews needs to get his facts right before bitching on social media."

Cody scowled.

"Dean..." Paige warned him.

"Joshy is allowed an opinion of his own," snapped Cody, "If you can't handle him, then I suggest you unfriend me too."

"I didn't mean..." Dean spluttered.

"You insult my future husband you insult me Dean. I thought better of you than that."

"Cody don't be a bitch," Paige sighed.

"You hate TNA more than anyone!" Finn added.

"They keep my guy in a job," Cody defended himself, "I might not like it but I'd rather see him employed."

"He should go to Lucha Underground," Dean said, "I'm sorry Codes..."

"Accepted this time," Cody folded his arms, "I'm sensitive OK? I haven't seen Joshy much. I'm not happy about it either...hearing the mean things people say about the man I love..."

"Bless his cotton socks," Paige patted Cody on the head.

Josh HAD met Cody after Extreme Rules. But had to leave the morning after. There had been Cody tantrums galore. But earth-shattering rampant sex beforehand. Cody had worked the TNA announcer to exhaustion, wearing a cock ring to prolong their sex. Going through several positions until finally ending it with Cody on his back...then the ring came off...and Cody's resultant screams almost shattered the windows when he finally got the relief he craved...it had been an extreme night for the underused (in more ways than one!) Stardust. He had unleashed all his frustration, both sexual and at not being used on TV properly, in bed. God it felt good. He'd ordered Josh (whilst grabbing the hapless former WWE commentator and TOugh Enough alumnus by the throat!) to go hard and merciless. A tall order for a squeaky-voiced, bespectacled five-foot-nine man from Indiana.

"What did happen at Extreme Rules?" Paige asked, smirking.

"Yes sweets. I have been asking you EVERY day and you ALWAYS change the subject," Finn put in.

"Private," Cody pouted.

"AS IF!" squealed Finn, "If you don't tell us, then my trunks are coming off. And I'm not wearing knickers today."

"Like we'd complain about seeing that perfect Irish arse.." sighed Paige. And what? She could still appreciate a smoking hot piece of man like Finn.

"I'll tell Barrett..." Cody scowled.

"And? You think it scares me? DEADWEIGHT!"

He did so.

"Finny. Extricate your thirsty ass from my person before you get an Alabama Slammer on that damn lino."

"I'll buy you a pint after the show every night for a week if you tell me?" Finn sucked his thumb, trying his usual 'look how cute I am!' trick that he a) inherited from Cody, and b) used on Wade to get his own way.

"A pint? More like a cocktail, mister!" giggled Paige.

"I don't do cocktails. Vodka unleashes the Balor demon," Finn sighed, "I was deranged at Cena's party. Wasn't pretty."

"Orton punched him in the maw," Dean added.

"Finny," sighed Cody, "You can't try my own trick on me."

"Just tell me. I'm your best mate."

"And us..." Paige added, "C'mon Little Cody, you want to know about our love lives...we want to hear the latest in yours!"

"FINE..." sighed Cody, "Hey Finny...wriggle a bit, you're squashing my balls.."

"Sowwy."

"Anyhoo..Joshy met me a block away from the arena in Chicago...we went back to HIS hotel room..and I just lost it. I almost sucked his tongue out through his mouth...Finny you think you're an animal on vodka? You should have seen me. I pinned Joshy to the wall...bruised him...ripped his clothes off. He can still fight though...it was...oh fuck...so HOT..."

"I'm really starting to fancy him meself, the way you describe him," Finn sighed, fanning himself.

"THat was the warmup," Cody breathed, blushing, "He might be short but he packs a punch. In the pants and in the fists. He speared me onto the bed. Ripped my shirt off. Ripped my pants open and pinned my wrists down. More rough makeouts...oh God I'm gonna need some alone time after this..*fans self*..he was taking too long on the foreplay."

"Don't leave out all the best bits!" Finn scolded.

"Yeah," Paige smirked, "Hotter than porn...you should write erotica."

"I do, remember. You read my Harry/Ron slash," Cody grinned, "Anyhoo...foreplay..he's always so good...kissing my neck, caressing my hole...(his cheeks were scarlet)...but he took too long...I choked him out. He went blue...I told him ...no...screamed at him that he had one job. Get a ring on his dick and I'd do the rest. We covered EVERY position...me on top...me on my side...me on my back...me on my front...against the wall...over the dressing table...on the carpet...still ahve the burns...he's got such stamina bless him...ended it in missionary..."

Both Dean and Finn had semis.

Paige was rather...light-headed.

Cody just told the stories with such feeling...their mental images were of themselves and their own partners...

"I took the ring off...and just told him to fuck me like the dirtiest hustler he'd picked up. Like he hated me. I made him angry..."

"How?" choked FInn, needing to Catch His Breath.

"Called him some of the worst names Tazz used to...he was MAD. Anyway. I took the ring off..."

"Sometimes all I want is just unbridled rough fucking..." sighed Finn.

"Me too..." Dean sighed, "I can't believe a shrimp like Mathews could beat a 220 pounder into submission though."

"We only have Little Cody's word..." Paige grinned.

"You haven't seen his body lately," Cody sighed, "Wanna see? He's as ripped as you Finny...and Wade.."

He browsed his phone for some photos. Some delicious mirror selfies Josh had sent wearing some white briefs that showed bulge aplenty. Josh was grabbing the front of the briefs with his free hand and giving a sultry expression. His face still had that cute chubbiness but from the neck down, his abs and pecs were more defined than he'd ever been in WWE. Not quite as sculpted as Finn...but pretty damn close.

Cody showed Finn.

"Nice," the cute Irishman said.

"Wanna see something naughtier?" giggled Cody, browsing some more.

"I'm not sure..." Finn spluttered but Cody had already found a nude he'd taken of Josh. At full mast.

He showed his bestie.

He was, without realising, inviting the Irishman into their bed.

"Fuck..." Finn sighed, "OK guess you weren't exaggerating...girth.."

"CODY!" Paige spluttered, "Ever heard of Too Much Information?"

"Hehehehehehehehehe!" Cody looked like SUCH a naughty kid right now, "I'm gonna go..pee.."

"Yeah RIGHT," Dean teased as Cody left.

"I'm gonna find Stuart," Finn said, getting to his feet.

"You stay there Mister," Paige ordered.

"Gonna make me?" giggled Finn.

"On your own head," Paige threw her arms up in defeat.

---

Finn padded after Cody, watching his bestie enter a bathroom. Deftly, he tiptoed inside.

"Hey," Cody smiled, perched on a sink, clearly not using said mens room. He knew what was about to happen. And for some reason, didn't want to stop it.

"Hey," Finn replied.

"I can read people," Cody remarked, "Finny..."

"Cody..." Finn said, "I can't believe I'm about to ask...going against all my principles in relationships..."

"Joshy and I talked about it," Cody said, "If you're up for it..."

"I enjoyed kissing you," purred Finn.

"I enjoyed it too."

The two boys leaned in...chemistry sparking between their eyes.

"I can't do that to Wade," Cody sighed.

"Stuart's not stupid," Finn purred, "He can see that there's a little spark there..."

"He's looking extremely hot these days," Cody replied, "Seems unfair to leave him out..."

"THis double date," Finn whispered, eyes sparkling, mouth dry, "Does it extend to...say...a bedroom?"

"With room for four hot, horny men?" Cody whispered, licking his pouty lips.

They were touching foreheads now. The electricity between them was redhot. Both of them knew that this was extremely stupid but since John's birthday, it had just increased. Cody was breaking his own moral code. Finn was doing the same. But they were both sure their friendship was so strong that a blow-out wild night wouldn't affect it.

The bathroom door opened.

The boys scuttled apart, faces scarlet.

Wade Barrett walked in, smirking in his usual manner, already in full KIng Barrett regalia, his abs sparkling in the harsh strip light.

"Alright lads," he rasped, "Thought I'd find you here."

"Hey you," Finn shot him a lovesick smile.

"You got in touch with your fella yet?" smirked Wade to Cody.

"Surprise," Finn smiled, "Looks like a green light sweets."

"Wade? You sure about this..." Cody choked.

"Never done swinging meself but other people seem to enjoy it," the Brit growled, "And a King does need some...footmen."

He shot Cody the sexiest, most masculine smirk. Finn gibbered. He was so hard. Right now he could happily be spitroasted by the pair of them. Wow. What a hot mess.

Wade had seriously wondered if Finn needed his head examined when the cute Irishman had first approached him with this double date idea after the last one. But he wasn't stupid. He could see that the bond between Finn and Cody was definitely more than brotherly. No matter how much Finn said he 'didn't do pretty boys' or said that anyone who even looked at Wade would have their entrails smeared over the walls.. And rather than be pissed off..he found this idea extremely hot.

He'd known gay lads back home who used to shag their mates every now and then. They were all men after all. Thirty something (or on the cusp of, in Cody's case) men who were full of testosterone.

"You...might...want...Joshy's number..." Cody whimpered.

"Pass us yer phone," Wade grunted.

"And we...keep this between us four?" Finn added.

"Definitely," Cody sighed.

"I won't tell anyone," Wade said, taking Cody's phone, "MAte? Passcode?"

"2511. Joshy's birthday," simpered Cody.

Wade did so.

He browsed the contacts for Josh's number. Not that it was hard to find, all those heart emojis. He added it to his phone before tapping a text.

To: Mathews

Hi mate, it's the King Of The Ring ;) Give us a ring after Raw. Got some urgent stuff to discuss ;)

Buzz.

From: Mathews

Barrett? Nice to hear from you I guess. What about? I can talk now x

"What did he say?" Cody asked.

"Gonna ring us," Wade grunted, "I'll go outside."

"You're ringing my boyfriend without me? I don't think so!" pouted Cody.

"Scared he might say yes?" Wade teased.

"I want him to say yes!" Cody whined, "He might...make you do things to me."

"Like you'd say no!" Wade smirked.

Finn grinned too. He'd seen something between his beloved and his best friend when they used to do the JBL (and Cole) show in 2013-14. This was a one-off bit of fun. Completely different to any other slag putting the moves on the Brit. Besides. It was a foursome they were planning. He trusted Wade. He trusted Cody. He even trusted Josh.

"Come on sweets," he ushered Cody out of the bathroom.

"But my phone..."

"Yeah don't forget it," Wade threw it to him. He caught it before following Finn down the corridor.

COdy was still turned on from relaying Extreme Rules and the spark that was burning between him and Finn. So forbidden. Just made it ten times more exciting. He tried to talk himself out of this by remembering how he and Curtis almost fell out...but this was different. A foursome. He hadn't been in one for YEARS. It was so naughty. But if Wade and Josh were into it too...imagine the hotness that would ensue...Wade cutting Josh down to size (Josh could get his bottoming cravings sated and Cody wouldn't ahve to top = win/win), Josh could pound FInn (HOT AS FUCK)...and Cody and FInn could get their hands on one another. Both strict bottoms though. Two bottoms could have fun though. They had fingers and tongues after all. Hehehe.

Or...Cody and FInn could submit to Josh and Wade's every whims. Be their willing sex slaves for a night.

And Cody realised he'd said that last part aloud.

"Who knows sweets?" purred FInn in that musical accent.

"I'm so excited...so wrong but so right..." Cody breathed.

"I can see you're excited," Finn smiled, "Come here."

They slowly moved towards each other, the lust taking over their friendship and their lips smashed together. Finn grabbed Cody's amazing ass and ground their crotches together, moaning against his best friend's lips.

"Get my knickers down.." he gasped.

"I find that so hot...way you call your trunks that," Cody whined, whipping FInn's trunks down to his knees and stroking the Irishman's inner thighs...feeling for his balls...wow Finn packed heat too.

"You like?" Finn smiled lustfully.

Cody sunk to his knees, licking his lips. That was an uncut cock that just begged to be in his mouth.

"No..." Finn said, "Wait...come here sweets."

Cody got to his feet and Finn pulled him close for some more kisses.

"I just want to touch you FInny..."

"I want to touch you too Cody.."

Finn yanked Cody's workout shorts down. WOW. He really was as HUNG as he bragged about. He stared blazingly into his hot best friend's eyes, his cool fingers instinctively going to jerk Cody off.

"Ohhhhhh..." moaned Cody at the contact.

"I just had to," whimpered Finn, "You're ...big..."

"Wade's bigger," Cody moaned back, fumbling to return the favour. Finn slapped his hand away.

"I'm SO horny.." Finn whispered, "But wait sweets..."

"Me too...fuck...I'm such a bad person...leading you astray.."

"I instigated all this..we both want each other sweets...but we both love our men too much..."

"It goes against all my beliefs...Finny...Fergal..."

"Mine too Cody...but just think of all the fun we're going to have...I bet Josh could hurt little me...and STuart will have you begging for mercy..."

He edged so close to Cody that their naked thighs began to touch. Eyes blazing into one anothers, the two boys began to grind their bodies together, hands groping at the other's back. Finn made to grab Cody's hot arse...Cody doiung the same to his hot bestie. Moans left their lips...followed by gasps of forbidden ecstasy.

"Don't stop.."

"I wanna make ya cum.."

"Do it. Do it all over me."

Unbeknownst to them, Wade was stood out of sight, filming this clandestine fumble...on Josh's instructions. Wade knew that they'd left to blow off some excess testosterone on each other. He'd mentioned this to Josh on the phone. And the TNA commentator had said to sneak after and if he saw anything...to film it and send it to him!

Wade pulled his trunks down to his knees, his hard cock free. He found Finn's attraction to Cody hot.

"Go on man...take it.." he whispered.

Finn and Cody were kissing lustfully as their climaxes approached, their thighs bumping and grinding, each man using the other's sculpted abs for the dfesired friction to bring them to orgasm.

"Oh...F...I'm...so...oh fuck...ohmygosh...so...fucking close.." whimpered Cody.

"Not...*MOAN* as close as me...gonna..."

Finn let out a strangled cry with a hint of broken Irish as he finally exploded all over Cody's abs and thighs...Cody relishing the warm splashes hitting his skin...yes Finn...let go...all over him you hot little minx..

"Oh fuck yes," Cody smiled, "Good boy.."

"That was hot..." Finn smiled back, looking very satisfied, "Lean against the wall sweets. I want to see if your cum cannon rep is true. I'm gonna wank you off."

Wade shuffled closer, having already been close to breaking point when Finn loudly orgasmed all over Cody.

And now he was gonna get a show.

Cody had the most seductive smile going on as he ran his finger through his bestie's release and licked it.

"Mmm...tasty," he whispered.

"You're such a slag Coddles and it's hot."

Finn eagerly began to jerk Cody's impressive cock. He wanted to try that in his mouth but save that for when this hot plan came to fruition.

Cody moaned and whined cutely, letting his best friend do the work. Finn had good hand skills...if not quite the finesse Josh had. He was getting there...he was nearly there...oh fuck...yes Finn...keep going you little cutie...

"Oh fuck sweets I don't even care...I want you to fuck me with that just once..." moaned Finn as he continued to jerk off Cody, "Yes...c'mon Cody stór, let go for me...yes,...good lad...good lad..."

"FUCK...gonna..."
In a flash Finn sank to his knees before Cody could stop him and wrapped his lips around his best friend's length just as Cody screamed in pleasure and warm shots filled the Irishman's mouth...oh fuck...he almost choked...it never seemed to end...how much did...fuck...

Cody leaned against the wall. Spent. Sated. Done.

Finn swallowed everything.

He wiped his mouth.

"Finny..." panted Cody, "You...swallowed.."

"I always do sweets. And yours is sweet."

"My diet ensures that. Hehehehe. Wow."

Wade leaned against the wall nearby, having also lost it. Finn was SUCH a minx. But he'd got on film.

Finn and Cody hurriedly made themselves more decent.

"A defining moment in our friendship," Cody said, "It's worth breaking my principles for such a dear friend."

"Mine too."

"Make a pact though. Once the double date is over. No kissing on the lips again."

"Course."

"What does stór mean, by the way?"

"Oh.." giggled Finn, "It's Irish. For darling."

"Awwwwwwww! You cutie! But don't call me anything you wouldn't call Wade."

"I call close friends and my sister that too. So was that better?"

"Should keep my hormones in check for a couple of days hehehehe. MWAH."

"MWAH."

Finn leaned into his best friend's chest, Cody placing an arm around him.

Wade swaggered over, smirking his face off.

"Enjoy that did ya lads?"

"STUART! You scared me!" Finn went bright red but stayed cuddled with Cody.

"I have it all on tape," Wade grinned, "From the grinding, the wanking...the blowjob..."

"Stuart what must you think of me darlin...I love you...but I really like Cody too...just in a different way...curiosity got the better of us...please don't hate me..."

Finn looked like he really regretted what just happened. Cody once more felt like a piece of shit for the whole thing. But Wade just shrugged.

"You can make it up to me. And Mathews," the Brit growled, "He's got a copy of that."

"WADE!" spluttered Cody.

The big Brit padded to Finn and took the cutie into his arms, Finn sniffling into his chest, clinging to him.

"Hey hey..." he rumbled, "What's all the dramatics for love?"

"I say I want to marry you but then decide to tart around with my best friend...what must you think of me?"

"I think it's bloody awesome, spicing stuff up a bit. If it had been anyone else - Zayn, Itami, Amore, any other of your mates and I'd be pissed off. But for some reason..."

"It's cos I'm pretty Wade," Cody grinned.

"And plus I had a good wank over it," Wade said oh-so-casually.

"STUART!" Finn broke away, "PERVERT!"

Wade roared with laughter.

"Enjoy the show huh Wade?" giggled Cody, "Can see why you strut about the place with that mouth at your beck and call. Hehehehehe."

"Cody.." spluttered Finn, "Mean. I acted like such a slag.."

"I'm the one with your jiz drying on my abs," Cody shrugged.

"Couldn't control yourself could ya?" Wade added.

"MEAN. Leave me alone." Finn pouted.

Wade had an idea. Break some more ice.

"Lift yer shirt Codeman," he snarled.

"Stuart...?" Finn's eyes widened.

Cody did so.

Wade sunk to his knees and began to lick Cody's abs...the areas which had been soiled. Cody wriggled and moaned a little at the feeling of a tongue on his skin.

"Ohhh fuck..." Finn moaned, "Stuart...darlin...that's so fucking hot..."

"Damn Wade...tongue game...on fleek..." whimpered Cody, "WHY CAN'T JOSHY BE HERE."

His phone started to ring. On cue almost. Cody's eyes lit up.

"Heeyyyyy..."

"Well hey there horny boy," Josh purred, "That was quite some show."

"JOSHY...I can explain. Hormones..."

"If you and Devitt don't fuck at the end of this double date it'll be wasted," Josh went on, "I can read you like a book Coddles. You forget I know you better than even your own family. You set this whole thing up so you and Devitt can fuck without any guilt. I see you."

"It was Finny's idea...and suppose...maybe...I dunno what'll happen...you might want to bounce on Wade's dick...means I won't have to top.."

"Oh but you will," Josh chuckled, "I want to see you murder Devitt's assgina."

Cody whimpered.

"Joshy,...I'm not a top. Oh man...you could fuck him..."

"Barrett offered him to me. Said it takes a real man to tame the Balor demon."

"Oh man Joshy...my future husband and my best friend...*WHIMPER!*"

"This is so wrong Coddles but for some reason it makes it all the more appealing. I have a lot of pentup anger."

Cody squirmed and whimpered some more. He was starting to get hard again.

"And," Josh went on, "I think the pair of you should submit to us. Do whatever we ask."

"Anything..." moaned Cody, "Joshy. How soon can you get here? Miss you."

"I may just be walking down a street, looking for a yellow cab..."

"YOU'RE IN NEW YORK?" squealed Cody, bouncing on the spot.

"Naissou Coliseum, right?"

"How did you..."

"Barrett told me. And Devitt may have too...we're texting now. Feel kinda bad for calling him a bunny boiler."

"Omigod Omigod Omigod...did you...is Link with you...?"

"He's with Robbie. I didn't want to take him on another plane."

Pout. But JOSH was coming to Raw. Cody was walking on air.

"Come backstage!"

"No Coddles. You'll get fired. I'll meet you after the show. I'll be just a civilian then. Keep it safe. And you haven't told anyone else about it have you?"

"No...keeping it between us...too many people would hate us. Joshy...does it mean...you want to play tonight..."

"Only if you want to...I was only flying here to see you...but...maybe after Elimination Chamber?"

COdy covered the phone.

"We're free tonight," grinned Finn, snuggling into Wade.

"Oh c'mon Fergal, let him have his fella to himself for a bit," snorted Wade, "How's he fixed for Elimination Chamber? Provided none of us get too battered?"

"He just asked..." Cody simpered, "Looks like it's a yes...to the double date then Joshy..."

"Awesome," Josh replied, "I'll come up on the Saturday...we should hang out properly first...this could be the start of something..."

"Joshy I'm not interested in a regular arrangement, compromises love," Cody said firmly, "One off."

"I meant, doing things as a foursome, going to games, eating out," Josh replied, "I'm an old man now COddles."

"Excuse me Joshy. Wade and Finny are the same age as you. And yeah...I'd like that. Anyhoo, I have to go before this call gets messy hehehehehe. Miss you. See you later. MWAH. MWAH. LOVE YOU LOTS. MWAH!"

"Bye Coddles. Love you too."

Cody hung up, excited.

"I'm a year younger actually," Finn pouted, "So looks like...green lights all round then?"

"Yeah..." Cody sighed.

"I better go," Wade said, "Or Cena will rip the shit out of me mercilessly."

"They'll have me to deal with," Finn cracked his knuckles, "And I'll just kick the door down next time he goes for a shit and sing Let It Go at him."

"How bloody hormonal are you today?" sighed Wade, "Stay out of trouble till the show's over?"

He kissed Finn deeply before nodding at Cody and strutting away, working his King attire like a boss.

"Wow," Cody sighed, "Can't believe we're doing this.."

"You must think I'm a right hypocrite," Finn sighed, "Banging on about how anyone who even looks at Stuart will get their head ripped off, and about how pretty boys aren't my type..."

"Finny. I'm about to piss over my marriage AND promise ring," Cody said, "But...life's too short."

"Yeah." Finn linked his arm in Cody's, "Man...so glad I found you."

"Me too...and we can't breathe a word...Dean will go batshit for a start..."

"Yeah...Generico will too. Paige won't be impressed either. I'm still gonna sit on your lap in trunks though hehehe."

"I lost that battle months ago hehehe."

"Would you...top me? If I asked very nicely?"

"Finny...I don't even like topping my own boyfriend and only do it to make him happy so what makes you think...?"

"What if Josh makes you?" Finn wiggled his eyebrows, "Won't be allowed to refuse him will you?"

"Finny...stop it. Stop...stop touching me. Right...Imma tickle you!"

Peals of musical Celtic laughter echoed off the walls as the ravenette attacked the Irish cutie with tickles, relishing being the one doing the tickling instead of being the one getting tickled.

---

Wade sauntered to the real men's table in Catering, whistling inanely to himself. The usual crowd. Well two. John Cena and Sheamus. No Randy Orton.

"Where have you been?" teased John.

"Just had to...oh fine. Fergal..."

"I see," John smirked, "Now you've had your final backstage fun in this old arena, can we get down to business?"

"What business is that?" snorted Wade.

"The business of convincing your stupid-looking buddy here that commitment isn't a scary thing?" John smirked.

"We're men. We don't do the C word," Sheamus snorted, "C'mon mate, already explained why I haven't continued seeing Fandango."

Sheamus had woken up next to Fandango, sated but really not ready to move on yet despite all the intensity at the party. He wasn't ready to start another relationship so soon after his last three turned rotten on him. Too much to risk. He wanted to keep things casual for now. The dancer unsurprisingly had been pissed the fuck off at him. Called him a time wasting prick and punched him. Not the outcome Cody and co. had planned when they set up Shea-dango but you could only lead horses to water, not make them drink it.

"The dude's been moping about like a wet weekend in sodding Margate Ste," Wade said, "It's been a month since you shagged him."

"And? I can go without for a while," Sheamus shrugged.

"Willing celibacy AND coping with your dickbrained ex queening it about still with that little shitbag Graves all the time?" Wade raised his eyebrows, "Pull the other one."

"I don't even notice him," Sheamus grunted, "I just wish someone would tell Kidd that Claude's not being matey with him out of respect of his talent slash legacy."

"Your scrappy little boyfriend's gone quiet lately," John put in to Wade.

"Probably because your girlfriend punched him in the mouth at your party!" Wade spluttered, "We've all been the dickhead drunk at one point."

"You know Randal," sighed John, "I can't control him all the time. What I meant was, Devitt was obsessed with Cesaro at one point. Could get him to have a chat with Kidd."

"I'm staying out of that now," Wade said, "Too much bloody drama. Wotcha Fandango."

The dancer stomped by their table, pausing to shoot a glower at Sheamus who facepalmed.

"Come sit with us man," John said, "There's a spare seat."

"No thanks," grunted Fandango, "Don't fancy breathing the same air as a user."

"Oh for fucks' sake!" erupted Sheamus, "You're behaving like a brat! Get over it mate. We got pissed at a party, fucked and that was it!"

"You fucking talked me into bed you prick!" snarled Fandango, leaning across the table, "No wonder Bryan chose his wife. No wonder Barrett chose Balor. No wonder Cesaro bored of you."

Sheamus flew across the table, nose to nose with the dancer.

"You little SHIT..." he hissed, "You know fuck-all about my lovelife!"

Wade, having learned plenty about observation of folk from Finn and Cody of late, easily spotted the eyefucking. Seriously intense eyefucking going on under the clashing of bruised male egos.

"I'm not some hustler you can just pick up, cum in and throw in the trash!" Fandango spat, "You're a prize cunt. With a stupid haircut."

Sheamus saw the blazing spark in the dancer's eyes. The chemistry from the night after John's party was still there. He just didn't want to get into yet another messy relationship. He looked down and saw a tent in Fandango's sparkly flares. The dancer was feeling the same type of way as he was but wanted to assert his manhood first.

"Oh bugger off and hate fuck will ya," deadpanned Wade, "The pair of you."

"Yeah I can fucking smell it from here," John teased.

"Oh fuck off," Sheamus spat, "Fine. Fandango. Curtis. Mate. Got five minutes for a chat? Just to clear this shit up once and for all?"

"Suppose," grunted the dancer.

He stomped out of Catering, Sheamus following him.

But the big Irishman was barred from leaving. By a big Swiss. With a smirk on his face.

Sheamus rolled his eyes.

Cesaro was on air tonight. Tyson had agreed to come hang out in his hotel room. Sans Nattie. For beers and discussion of the feud. Cesaro was hoping he had ulterior motives. He'd after all, been insisting in his best chivalrous voice to help Tyson change and comment on ring attires. Natalya had been so oblivious, bless her. And if the Swiss' hands wandered a little, well, it just happened. He'd even put the brakes on sleeping with Corey Graves for a while. He was that confident he would FINALLY get Tyson in his bed soon.

And well, sticking the boot into Sheamus' life? Always fun.

"Get the fuck out my way," snarled Sheamus.

"Why? Looks like even dancers have taste," sneered Cesaro.

"Move. Or I'm breaking your jaw."

"You look stupid. No wonder he regrets sleeping with you and your nasty pale sweaty flabby self."

"You never complained."

"I faked it. I thought of TJ. And Swaggs. That's how I made myself shoot."

"Please. You bore me."

Sheamus roughly shoved past him to chase after Fandango.

The dancer kicked open a side room door and stomped inside. Sheamus followed.

"Well?" he grunted.

"Just give me a chance mate," Sheamus sighed, "It was nothing you've done...I enjoyed that night. A lot."

"You lied to me to blow your load," Fandango hissed, "I don't appreciate being treated like a disposable piece of ass. I'm not Miz. Or Graves."

"I just...don't want to be that person who can't survive without someone being their fella...the professional boyfriend if you will."

"Not your fault you picked assholes. I'm not an asshole Stephen. I could make you happy. We had a connection in bed that night."

"You scared me a little," admitted Sheamus.

"I'm intense," Fandango's face lifted into the tiniest of sultry smirks.

"I'm getting a wee bit...frustrated, I have to admit. Hand isn't doing it for me..." Sheamus hissed, eyes flashing.

"Well I've not been with anyone else in the last month...kinda hoping you'd come round...wandered round the pleasuredome last weekend. Thought about the magic you and I could make in there..."

"I've never done all that scene stuff before..."

"I'll teach you.." the dancer's voice had taken on that erotic breathy quality that could make anyone, gay, straight, female, male whatever, weak at the knees.

Sheamus pounced, devouring Fandango's lips in a searing kiss. He lifted the muscular man up off his light feet and placed him on a table nearby.

"Oh yes sir," snarled Fandango, biting on Sheamus' lip, "Don't stop. You know I like it rough."

Sheamus tore the dancer's sparkly flares off along with his designer boxer briefs, freeing his cock to much rasping moans.

Fandango opened his inked legs. Before he got an evil slasher smile on his face. He leapt onto Sheamus, locking all his limbs tight. He had an idea. He then put Sheamus in a headlock and swung round in a Tornado DDT, which Sheamus, terrified, only just remembered to bump properly (Ow his head!).

"Stay there," snarled the dancer. And he padded away, searching the room. He picked up an extension cable of some sort and waved it at Sheamus.

"You're not..." Sheamus spluttered.

"I am.." Fandango hissed. He was SO turned on. Time to unleash his true self. The Dom; "Wrists up."

Sheamus could only gibber, totally taken aback at the shift in dynamics and complied despite being bigger, stronger and tougher than Fandango.

The dancer tied the Irishman's wrists together before straddling him. They began to kiss ferociously.

"Think you can handle me you brute?" purred the dancer.

"I think so," smiled Sheamus, even more turned on than he could have imagined.

Fandango continued to kiss down his neck, chest, abs before whipping his black trunks down his thick, ivory muscular legs. He then began to suck Sheamus off hard, the Irishman totally at his mercy. Even at work, Fandango was ALWAYS able to be in control. He had improvised with all manner of innocuous pieces of technical equipment before now when he dated Ted. Dirty Curty was BACK. That shortlived gimmick had been inspired by what he liked to get up to between the sheets (or in clubs).

Sheamus was powerless. His wrists tied as the dancer continued to devour his cock.

Finally Fandango released him before shedding his gold ring jacket, totally ass naked now. And what a fucking body. Looked even more ripped in this dimlit room.

He straddled Sheamus' stomach and lowered himself onto the Irishman, hissing with pleasure-laced pain as he was penetrated raw and mostly dry. Just how he liked it.

"You didn't use a..." spluttered Sheamus.

"I like to feel it erupt within..." the dance rasped, body writhing in pure ecstasy as he got his itch scratched again, moaning and grunting copiously, "Oh yes sir...you know how to push my buttons..."

"Fuck..." grunted Sheamus, attempting to thrust up into him. Even though he was still top, he was being dominated. He kinda liked it.

Fandango was now riding him like a rodeo cowboy, vocalising every hit his prostate took and his face contorted with sexual satisfaction. Yes. He so rarely bottomed but this felt so good. He lifted up...almost removing Sheamus from himself...before sitting back down hard, his cheeks flush with the big Irishman's pelvis. He continued to bounce up and down, using Sheamus as a living dildo. Cody Rhodes eat your heart out. This was how you bottomed ina dominating way.

He opened his flexible legs in a split, still riding, showing off ALL his skills. But he needed more. More force.

He leaned over expertly to untie Sheamus' wrists.

Sheamus was a mess.

This was SO fucking dirty. So fucking hot. And to think he wasn't planning on getting involved again ten minutes ago..

The dancer climbed off him, not even wincing at the stinging on his ass.

"I have a collar and leash at home...I like to be fucked doggie in it...or fuck my subs in it," snarled Fandango, getting onto all fours on the lino, ass up. Cody was definitely being challenged as #1 Power Bottom in WWE!

Sheamus kneeled behind him and entered him.

"Oh fuck yes, you big brute...pull my hair."

YANK.

Sheamus began to pound the dancer like he was a twobit backstreet whore, snarling and cursing between thrusts, spanking that hot muscular ass every stroke. He couldn't last...4 weeks without sex...yes...oh fuck yes...

Fandango was snapping his abdominal muscles expertly...he could make himself cum handsfree in this position...if he wanted to...yes he did...fuck yes...he wriggled and writhed deftly between the painful smacks to his ass cheeks and the dead-centre stabs to his g-spot.

He leaned against Sheamus, the Irishman clutching him close, their bodies sheening with sweat, masculine growls leaving both their throats.

Sheamus suddenly roared as he FINALLY lost it, erupting harder than he'd done in ages deep inside the willing dancer...who was also close but upon feeling the warm streaks inside his body...bellowed in pained relief and sprayed the lino beneath them with some powerful jets of his much-needed climax.

He clenched around the hot hunk inside him and leaned around for some kisses.

"You're amazing..." he breathed, "Wanna go steady, man?"

"Yeah..." gasped Sheamus, "I'm willing to learn..."

"Good because you won't know what's hit you.."

"Sorry I was a bit rough mate..."

"I felt your anger inside me...you must feel so calm now.." that breathy voice was criminally charged with lust, even post-fuck.

---

"They ain't come back," Wade was saying to John, "Looks like they sorted their shit out. Wotcha Neville."

Adrian Neville arrived with a food tray, his long hair tied up in a neat bun and cheeks flushed. Another naughty call to Sami. He was working harder backstage than he was in the ring.

"Why eye mon," teased John in a truly dreadful Geordie accent.

"Think of that joke all by yourself?" snarked Neville.

"It's the oldest joke known to man in England," Wade added, "And about as clever as saying och aye the noo to a Scottish person."

"Mate, have you and Balor split?" asked Adrian, "Just wondering...every time he's on the road he's never with you and always with Codes?"

Wade squirmed. Shit was their little plan that obvious?

"We don't have to live in each other's pockets," he said, "Fergal's not Zayn."

Adrian snorted. As IF. FInn and Sami were like two peas in a multinational pod!

"What's the deal with the Gruesome Twosome anyway?" added John, "Anyone else would say Balor and Rhodes were screwing on the downlow. After all, I heard about the little makeout at my birthday."

"Can we talk about something else? I don't dump on your lovelife!" Wade snorted, "Why are you all so bloody obsessed with mine?!"

"He's avoiding us," Adrian said.

Oh BLOODY HELL. What was with everyone? So much for keeping it between themselves..

"Man if things have gone south it's OK to tell us, we're your best buds," John said gently.

"Things are cool, OK?" snapped Wade.

"Liar," Adrian said.

"You're turning into bloody ZAYN!" Wade hissed defensively, "Nothing's wrong, OK? We've been together six months almost now, we don't have to be constantly joined at the bloody hip 24/7."

"Just thinking in case Graves tries shit," Adrian said, "After all, he stirred shit up at Cena's do."

"Please. Graves is still pursuing Reigns...and now Samoa Joe's signed, he's after him n'all," Wade snorted, "Fergal told me. I think I'm quite safe."

Sheamus walked over, followed by Fandango. Both of them looked ruffled. Flushed.

"Budge up lads," drawled Sheamus as though nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

"I think this calls for celebratory beers after the show, don';t you?" John grinned, "Join us, twinkle toes?"

"Cool," grunted Fandango.

"And is the King bringing his Prince?" teased Adrian.

"No girls allowed," grinned John.

"Oh bugger off Cena," snapped Wade, "Yeah,count me in. I'm sure Fergal's got girl time with Cody and Paige to do."

He looked over at the Plastics table. Finn once more on Cody's lap, the two of them laughing at something Paige had said.

---

"I'm SO telling Sami..." teased Cody.

"Tell him and you're getting a PTO!" Paige spluttered.

"YOOO HOOO! SUMMM-EERRRR!" Finn catcalled, camp as Christmas. It was the sparkles. He couldn't help it.

"Put a muzzle on him!" Paige hissed.

"He's not mine to put a muzzle on," giggled Cody, "Oh hey Summer..."

A vision in gold and a tight black and grey dress floated over as Summer Rae appeared.

"Someone call?" she smiled.

"Paige was just telling us about the time she sneaked you onto set..." Cody was grinning.

"Oh, that," Summer went pink and tossed her wavy golden locks back casually, "Like you wouldn't have done the same."

"I would have not only snuk Joshy onto set but rubbed it in Mess's fat ugly maw," Cody said, "Now they can't not make an angle for you two...fighting over who was Mess's better co-star...Money In The Bank singles match..."

"And ending in a lesbian kiss on the following Raw," Finn chimed in, "Go where Summer and Layla didn't...and I think it should be on SummerSlam...more apt."

"Oh shut up you," Paige was bright pink.

"Whatcha gonna do, slap me on the bum?" Finn grinned.

"Behave!" Paige commanded.

"Or what?" he sucked his thumb and crossed one muscular leg over the other, flashing side cheek.

"Nothing scares him," grinned Cody, nuzzling his bestie.

"When are you two just gonna get together?" Summer sighed, "The sexual tension in here is making me uncomfortable."

Now that shut them both right up.

Fuck.

Were they really THAT obvious?

"Please," Cody said, "Why would I waste time stealing Wade's man? I have a hot date after Raw."

"Oooh? Is munchkin coming after all?" Paige squeaked.

"Yup. So pass me my pineapple salad. KThanxBai."

Finn reached over and handed it to him.

"After the story you told us earlier..." Paige said, "I'm gonna think we might see one of you carted away tomorrow morning on a stretcher."

"Story?" Summer's interest was piqued.

"Yes. Extreme Rules. Munchkin hung around after the show and he and Little Cody made their own Extreme Rules match in the bedroom. And he told us in graphic detail. Wait a sec...both of you were gone for ages after..."

She glared at them both.

Cody and Finn tried so hard to wipe the guilt from their faces.

"I er...,met up with Stuart," Finn said.

"Yeah right...you both came in here together. Out with it guys. Are you or are you not...?"

Cody and Finn shared a look. No Dean now to blow his top...should they admit it? It wasn't strictly an affair...

Paige spotted the cogs moving in both their brains.

She knew it.

She'd spotted the spark the moment they started becoming friends. All that tosh about FInn not doing pretty boys was a smoke screen. Was Cody incapable of making friends with guys he didn't fancy? Was Cody really as devoted to Josh as he said? Or was it more smoke and mirrors? Ditto for Finn and his bunny boiler act.

"OK," sighed Cody, "We were gonna keep it between the four of us. That is us two, Wade and Joshy..."

"Wait...what?"

"You know we've been planning a double date..." Finn said, "Well uh...we uh...the kiss that Sasha made us have...we liked it more than we let on."

"I knew it!" Summer cried, "You just downplayed it cos Eden was there."

"Yup," admitted Cody.

"It's curiosity," Finn said, "Cody's not like any other guy I've ever been with...pretty boys aren't normally my thing...but he gets me...we're close...very close friends...who just want to experiment...but we also love our men."

"Don't ever think I lie when I want to be married to Joshy," Cody said, eyes wet with feeling, "But...something about Finny...I can't ignore it."

"Neither can I," Finn admitted, "It's not totally Eros. It's a strong Ludus with a touch of Storge and Eros."

"Huh?"

"Greek words for love," Finn said, "Look it up. Ludus is flirty. Storge is family type love. Eros, well, don't need to spell it out."

"I don't want you guys to fall out...what if it screws up your friendship?" Paige said.

"We've talked about it," Cody said, "I'm not interested in a relationship with Finny...but...come on, look at him. Look at that body. Look at those kissable lips...dat phat bootay.."

Finn blushed.

"I can see us being friends when we're 80," he said, and he took Cody's hand.

"Just friends?" Paige challenged.

"Yes. Fergal Bennett and Cody Lomberger RUnnels," Finn said firmly.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..." cooed Summer, "That's so cute.."

"And I will have a son named Jody," Cody added as his phone buzzed. Yay. text from Josh.

From: Joshy *heart emojis*

Am at Coliseum now. Miss coming here :( So enjoying more Irish mince? ;) xxxx

Finn read it over his shoulder and snatched his phone.

"HEY!"

Finn took a selfie of the two of them and sent it as a reply.

"FINNY."

"Irish MINCE. I ask you!"

"He's not wrong," teased Paige, "You're SO camp nowadays. So. How does it feel knowing that you and Wade can get married legit in your own country now?"

"It's perfect..." gushed FInn, "I called Stuart up in tears when they announced it."

"And then called me after," Cody added, "But there's a problem. Joshy is outside this building and I'm not with him."

"Well, get him in here!" Paige said.

"I can't. I'll lose my job...my name isn't AJ and I don't give wrestling up for the sake of a man," Cody said, "Much as I want him here. With Link."

"We'll get him in," Finn said, "Come on Paige.."

He climbed off Cody's lap and yanked her out of the room, looking for the nearest exit for the smoking area.

"We'll get such a bollocking..." Paige hissed.

"Makes it more fun," grinned FInn.

At that moment, a WWE technician carrying a box bumped into them, knocking both of them off their feet. He didn't seem to notice them and continued to hold the box, albeit stood still. It was too heavy and big for him to carry and he could barely see around it.

"HEY! Watch it!" snapped Paige.

"Yeah, mind where you're putting that!" Finn complained.

The techie lowered the box and smiled conspiratorially.

"What the fuck..." Paige spluttered.

"Surprise," Josh Mathews said, "Lay smuggled me in. Hey Devitt...sorry, Balor...Finn.."

"Call me Finn or Finny," Finn grinned.

"Coddles calls you Finny...so I'll take off the Y," Josh said, "Wow...feels so weird being backstage at a WWE event. Don't ask how the security didn't clock me. Where you guys sat?"

"Catering, but bring that box," Paige said, "Wow this is SO naughty..."

"If we get caught..." Finn said, "How's TNA?"

"Let's not go there," Josh said, lifting the box up to his face once more and following them back into Catering. Wow. This was surreal. There was Cena, Barrett, Sheamus and Fandango. Oh and Adrian Neville too. He felt a huge pang. He also felt like such a felon. Well he was trespassing. This would get anyone who ever knew him fired on the spot.

"Yeah, just put that box on that table mate," Finn dropped the camp from his voice as he led them back to the plastics table.

Summer looked curious.

Cody was now sat reading a comic. He rarely read them electronically. He was an old-school geek like that.

Josh placed the box in front of him.

Cody grunted and shuffled to make a space.

"Sorry did you want a tip?" he muttered, "Can I help you techie?"

"I'd have thought you'd want a tip," Josh said, lip curling, "Usually you like them down your throat or in your ass."

Snorts aplenty from Paige and FInn.

Cody sprang to his feet, determined to punch out this big mouthed backstage boy. And then froze, jaw hitting the floor.

"Oh hey," Josh said casually.

"What THE...NNNNNNN!"

Josh was almost suffocated by the kisses and nuzzling.

"What are you...how...how the actual fuck..." whimpered Cody, hugging his beloved so tight he was sure Josh would evaporate if he let go.

"Lay is very resourceful," Josh chuckled, "Man this is the baddest thing..."

He was clad in the typical technician's attire of black pants, black WWE polo plus a black long sleeve under said polo to hide his tattoos.

"Paige said get him in," Finn grinned, "We bumped into him. Literally."

"Finny. Get him a chair!" ordered Cody.

"Yes boss," smirked the Irishman and pulled one up. Josh sank into it, and then groaned as 220 pounds squashed his lap.

"Sorry Finny you're gonna have to make do with a regular chair or sit on Paige's lap," Cody said, burying his head in Josh's shoulder.

Finn shrugged, sitting on Cody's old chair, resting his feet on the table. He wasn't jealous at all. He thought Cody was just so cute whenever Josh was around. A 220 pound, six foot man reduced to a wide-eyed, giggling little boy by a five-foot-nine, squeaky-voiced commentator from a failing rival promotion.

Cody just took Josh's head in his hands and pecked his lips. Repeatedly. Eyes glittering. He was SO happy. And it was so spontaneous.

"Won't people talk, seeing you all over a random techie?" Paige raised her eyebrows. She wished COdy would just simmer it down a bit.

"Sssssssssssssssshhhh!" Cody put his finger to her lips before wriggling back around to stare into Josh's eyes.

"She's right," Josh said, "All of you put your necks on the line for me...Coddles...Coddles...no deadweighting...c'mon..."

"HARRRUMPH. KHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Huffing. Stardust hisses. Folding of arms. Pouting.

---

Post-Raw, Dean Ambrose was in his hotel room as Seth Rollins showered. Now was the time to put the finishing touches to his little 'surprise'.

The officer's hat and jacket he'd worn to close the show...didn't feel right over his scruffy ring attire. So instead, he'd stripped down to those new briefs and did up the jacket. He finished the look with some of Paige's merch gloves (!), some shades and his ring boots. He took a selfie in the mirror, ass stuck out, working it. He looked like a gay fetish site model.

TheDeanAmbrose Officer Ambrose at your service *wink emojis* *flashing police light emoji* *peach emoji*

And what? Tumblr went crazy for his ass. And he had to admit, in this underwear, he was stacked in the back.

He heard the shower switch off and stood by the door. He picked up the truncheon and held it over his shoulder.

Seth, whistling, opened the door and padded in, towel around his waist, whistling Dean's them (causing the Cincinnati native to melt) as he whipped it off (Dean taking in that glorious body), changing into just a pair of grey sweats.

"Jonny?" Seth called.

Dean shut the bathroom door and strode to Seth.

"I'm gonna have to cite you," he grinned.

"On what grounds?" smirked Seth.

"Being too fucking hot?"

"Shouldn't it be ME wearing that?" Seth hissed, taking the truncheon from Dean, "Bend over."

Dean stripped off the hat and jacket, along with the gloves and his boots, down to his briefs once more. Oh please. This was why he'd bought this costume in the first place!

Seth searched his bag for his ring pants. It was worth it to have some more fun. He changed from his comfy sweats back into the sprayon, sweaty tights and did up the jacket, before tying his wet hair into a loose, messy bun and placing the policeman's cap on his head.

Dean just licked his lips. MMMMM. Officer Rollins. Take him NOW.

"So young man," Seth commanded, "I'm afraid I need to search you for contraband."

"Yes officer," moaned Dean.

Seth slowly began to feel his almost-naked partner. Dean's spending habits might be a touch out of control but when it bought underwear like the ones Dean had on, Seth didn't mind all that much...not with that ass to play with.

The WWE World Heavyweight CHampion slowly began to grope around Dean's hips, ass, front and inner thighs, keeping his touching slow and torturous, enjoying the moans from his Elimination Chamber challenger.

"Ohhhh...don;t stop.." whimpered Dean. So what if they'd had sex at work earlier? He could go again.

He slowly bent over the bed.

"Just get your clothes off Colby and fucking break me in half!" he whimpered.

"Aw just as I was getting into the roleplay!" Seth jokingly complained. He began to remove the costume.

He changed back into the sweats (Dean pouted) and climbed onto the bed, pulling Dean to him, slowly connecting their mouths, his long, two-toned hair tickling Dean's face, one hand resting on Dean's scantily-clad ass.

"No rush is there?" Seth whispered.

Dean shook his head.

"Can't wait for Chamber," the Ohio native whispered, "I never thought we'd main event a pay per view for the top title..."

"From FCW until now..." Seth replied.

"ROH," corrected Dean.

"I meant...for US," Seth smiled, "You know I'm shit at this sort of soppy stuff...but love you."

"Love you more," Dean beamed, rolling their bodies around so Seth was atop him, slowly grinding, "I'm gonna struggle fighting you on Sunday.."

"Good job you're not in trunks," smirked Seth, "Might just accidentally touch..."

"They may accidentally come off...in front of ALL the fans...and then I'll just STUMBLE..." Dean kept pecking Seth's bristled lips between each clause, "And sit on your gorgeous face..."

"Oh man stop that..." Seth grunted, clearly hard at the thought of all the naughty frustrated touching they would no doubt do in Corpus Christi, Texas on Sunday.

"And then, I'll get on all fours in the centre of the ring, and you can fuck me through the canvas," Dean smirked, wriggling out from under Seth and getting on all fours, arching his back like a twink porn star, showing off his shapely booty. He turned and shook his tousled hair, his face bearing a seductive glower, nothing like his cartoonish gurning on TV. He then brushed his hair back behind his head, running his hands all down his smooth muscular body, ever so slowly peeling his briefs down, turning so his back was to Seth once more, exposing his hot ass inch by inch. As soon as both those curvy cheeks were free, Seth reached to spank them.

"Ohhh yeaah..." whined Dean as he got spanked, leaning forward, ass up deliciously, "All yours champ...for the taking...whenever you like..."

Seth was wriggling out of his sweat pants and fumbling under the bed for the bottle of lubricant.

No time for foreplay. He was aching inside...that heavy ache only Dean could stir up within him. His lips were dry. He was so hard he could cut diamonds. The Iowa native slowly coated himself with liberal amounts of lubricant before coating two fingers.

Dean peeled the briefs from his ankles so he was naked once more. Yes. He was just feeling IT tonight. He had enough sexual energy building up inside him to power a small town. His carnal cravings seemed to only increase the more he and Seth did it. WHich was absolutely amazing for their relationship.

"Colby..?" he asked.

"Uh-huh?"

"How do you fancy making an Ambrollins sex tape?"

"Now?"

"Yes...now!" Dean grinned wickedly, turning the video on his phone on and handing it to Seth, "I want both of us clearly visible. We can sell it when our pushes are on the decline.."

"DOn't put us in a grave just yet..." Seth was cut off by tender kisses.

"I may moan your name more...if that's OK...ohhhh baby just like that..." Dean whined in relief as Seth inserted two lube-coated fingers without warning.

"Such a fucking hot ass," Seth snarled, in his harsh tones that drove Dean wild, "What would the fans say huh Ambrose? When they realise you're a cock hungry faggot who enjoys his architect inside his ass?"

Oh yes Seth.

The bearded, younger man filmed the whole of Dean's back to get his messy hair into shot before passing it to him. Dean smiled at the camera before placing it at the foot of the bed, making sure to get as much of them into frame as possible...namely him getting his ass pounded. He so got off on the fact that nobody would expect him to be the bottom...

Seth lined up and entered Dean fairly easy, from the prepping and from the earlier attention at work.

"Ohhhhh yes..." whined Dean, pushing his ass right back, "Deep...just how I like it..."

He writhed his hips to get every good spot inside himself stimulated, moaning louder. His eyes sparkled in the light of the room as he took in himself on the video. What a whore he looked. Only for Seth. He moaned and snaked some more, as Seth began to fuck him.

"Like that Ambrose?" Seth snarled, in his heelish cockyshit way.

"Yes...harder..."

Seth began grunt and snarl as he started to pound Dean like a ring rat, the Ohian taking everything and begging for more, moaning Seth's ring and real names alternatively, arching up to kneel flush with Seth.

"Ohhh baby...nobody fucks me like you can.." he gasped, leaning into Seth and stealing desperate kisses.

"Cos nobody loves you like I can.."

"MMMNNNFFFFFF!" Seth's mouth was attacked by an emotional/close-to-the-edge Dean once more as they continued to fuck like animals on heat, sweat pouring from their bodies as they both got really into this videomaking crap. It just put many, many inches on Seth's performance and made Dean even more of a slut in bed.

"Gonna...fuck...baby...gonna...oh fuck...I can't..."

"You can...let go.."

Dean's whines pitched up to whimpers...to screams...as his climax rocketed closer...his body locking up..the pulling behind his abs too much to bear...

Seth could see Dean was ITCHING to cum...he could never make Dean cum unaided from behind...he reached around to jerk Dean but the elder man slapped his hand away furiously.

"Nearly...nearly there baby...don't stop...just keep...keep on...oh yeah...yeah...fuck...you feel so amazing inside me..."

Seth was gonna lose his shit first...Dean was so fucking hot when he was on heat like this...fuck...yes...take it Ambrose...take it...he snarled and growled mannishly as he drove deep inside Dean's tight heat...just as Dean let out a scream of trumphant relief as the orgasm tore through his own body and he sprayed the sheets in front of them, his essence audibly splashing the fabric...yes...oh Seth you perfect, perfect man you...

Gasps and moans still leaving their throats, the two main eventers collapsed in a heap.

"I love you.." Dean gasped.

"Love you too...fuck that was hot.."

"And...all on tape," Dean reached for his phone and tapped stop. His sweaty fingers struggled to email the video to himself so he had a backup copy!

"You leak that and you're dead.." Seth whispered, pulling out of Dean and laying beside him. Dean rolled around and crawled up, so he could lay his head on Seth's chest.

Dean took a selfie for Snapchat with the caption 'Best night with the best man ever *heart eyes emojis* and sent it to all the Plastics.

"I can't wait to watch it back," he whispered.

"Me neither but seriously Johnny...it goes anywhere NEAR tumblr and you're dead."

"Can I show Renee?" A mischeivous grin.

"NO!"

"She said she watches gay porn!" Dean laughed naughtily.

"Shall I go and get my dick out for the guys at work?"

"NO!"

"Just the same."

"How about I make an Xtube? CincinnatiLunatic85?" grinned Dean.

"You are not...you're asking to be outed to the fans aren't you?"

"And what's wrong with that?" Dean pouted, "That ring rat blog's been shut down. I need new entertainment when it comes to those damn Tumblr girls!"

He opened up an underwear online shop on his phone. Seth rolled his eyes.

"You even...and it's bye bye credit cards."

"I want something new for Sunday. After all, I could be champ?"

"I guess..."

"WHich means something befitting...how about this gold lamé jock?"

"Hot as fuck...wait you just ordered it?!"

"And? Even if you lose, you still get something hot to play with after...cos whatever the outcome...I win...hehe"

"I don't understand you.."

"Don't expect you to...it's all for your benefit Sethie.."

"DOn't call me Sethie. Shopaholic."

"You need your blond bits rebleaching or snipping out," clapped back Dean.

---

In Josh's hotel room, the star-crossed lovers were sharing a bath, Cody insisting on sitting in front even though he was taller and more jacked than his beloved. Rather than the usual fierce fight to get between the sheets, they'd calmly come in and run a bath. Josh insisted they should talk more rather than jump into bed to unleash the frustrations every single time. He worked his ass off Extreme RUles to sate all Cody's needs. In a way he was thankful Cody and Finn had messed about (not least for the hot as fuck video Wade had taken!) so Cody wasn't such hard work. Sometimes after the long-ass flights and increasingly creative means to sneak into WWE illicitly, Josh didn't fancy being worked like a dog in bed.

Cody leaned into Josh's chest, eyes shut, his pouty lips parted with bliss as Josh's inked arms clasped around his muscular chest.

"So...happy..." he mewed.

"See, holding out isn't that bad Coddles," Josh whispered, "I'm not just a sex object."

"You are to me Joshy."

"Thanks. Ha. You looked like you were enjoying your dose of Irish meat though."

"JOSHY. Not now."

"It's OK honey. Not jealous. Barrett and me are gonna have some fun with you two little vixens."

"Finny wants to...he said so...Joshy...I dunno if its such a good idea..."

"It's a one off, right? We've not allowed anyone in our bedroom before.."

"Because I'm also married to a woman!"

"She doesn't know, right? What happens in Corpus Christi, stays in Corpus Christi, right?"

"I guess so...just...seemed like a hot idea at the time...now I feel like a dirty rotten cheater, a slut, and it's just...different now you're here with me...I don't want to share."

"What's changed?" Josh began to massage Cody's scalp gently, "Talk to me darling."

"Worried I'll lose my best friend AND my boyfriend...what if he falls for me? Wade fucking asked Finny's dad for his hand in marriage! If all that goes to shit for the sake of a stupid sexual fantasy..."

"Coddles...it's OK. Think of it this way, if you don't do it now...it'll come between us. Pragma. Enduring love. I won't change how I feel about you even if I'm the filling in a Barrett and Devitt sandwich."

"Not you too Joshy! Finny was banging on about the Greek words for love."

"We were talking about that in our texts. He's really clever. Not to mention a body to die for."

"Am I not enough Joshy?" Pout.

"I didn't say that!" chuckled Josh, "I know one thing. Devitt would love you to tap his sweet Irish ass."

"Not a top Joshy."

"You make me cum like a train when you do."

"Because it's YOU and I love you. Let's forget this whole thing...Finny can just fap to the thought."

"What would you say if...I nailed that horny little Celtic hole?" purred Josh seductively.

"Oh my GOD...you pounding my bestie...hot as fuck..."

"I could make him take it...talk filth to him...he could suck you off..."

"I like the sound of that Joshy hehehehe. We could spitroast him. Fine. I'll tap his ass on one condition."

"What's that?"

"He sucks you off while I do so. And I am bottoming for the forseeable future. Hehehehe."

"Not fair..."

"Joshua you're forgetting the hot Brit stud in this little orgy...don't you want a piece of the King Of The Ring? He's King Of Finny's Ring already heheheehehehehe!"

"Yes but...Barrett doesn't pack as much heat as you..." Josh reached around and idly began to play with Cody's cock.

"Not always the size. How you use it," Cody smiled, "Admittedly I'm spoiled with your girth..."

Josh continued to lazily play with Cody. No rush. This was nice. And Cody's cute little whimpers of pleasure were music to his ears.

"So. You versus Stephen Amell huh?" he whispered.

"I know..." sighed Cody, "Can't believe it...damn...meeting him before the show...I fanboyed so hard..."

"Hot too," Josh added.

"JOSHY. No. I don't think of him like that. He's a talented actor. Whom may fight me. Mmm...Joshy...you're always so good with your hands.."

"Just tell me when you want more honey.." Josh purred, continuing to slowly toss Cody off.

"I'd like to sit on your gorgeous angelic face but not practical," moaned the ravenette, legs opening a little.

"Do you really hate topping that much doll? You're very, very good at it.." Josh wheedled.

"It's not me Joshy. I was born to take dick."

"Classy chick as always Coddles...you were born to uphold an iconic wrestling name actually...not job to the lame-ass midcard."

"As long as I have the people I love in my life, I don't care what I do out there in the squared circle as long as I still get to do it," Cody whined...Josh was turning him on SO much right now.

"Want to dry off and go play on the bed?" whispered Josh.

"Uh-huh."

Cody turned and slowly began to kiss him, making the cutest squeaks at the back of his throat.

"Love you," he whimpered.

"Love you too Coddles."

Cody pulled the plug out the bath and stood up, Josh getting one heck of a view of that smooth, perfect bubble butt.

After tenderly drying one another, Cody led his shorter, elder beloved to the bedroom and they fell onto the bed, lips connected, bodies softly grinding in pleasure.

"You're the first guy in years I could always be romantic with," Josh whispered.

"Mess just used you to make himself feel important," Cody hissed, "Richie Steamboat just wanted some easy dick and ass..."

"Stupid child he was," Josh hissed, "I almost forgot we had a thing."

"I don't. I remember you riding him in the FCW locker room. Hussy."

"Did it make you jealous? You were so eager for me to move on to him."

"Yes it did. I hid it well but I was pissed the fuck off at you and him that day. I wanted to requite you when you first confessed. But Teddy...it was a mess Joshy. Steamboat was a get out of jail card."

"A hot mess more like," Josh whispered, "Enough about my exes...my most recent exes.."

"Joshy?"

"Mmmhmm?"

"Have you, or have you not, messed with your roommates? I won't hate you...because of what me and Curtis did...but...I want you to be honest with me sweetie."

Josh sighed.

"Yes," he confessed after a pregnant pause, "When Robbie broke up with Rob Terry. It was when Terry got released. Bad breakup. You and I had fallen out...well...sorta broke up...we were having drinks...he made the moves. We flip-fucked each other...I told him I was verse. He said he hadn't topped for ten years. It was a good blowout night. But we promised we'd never do it again."

Cody huffed through his nose. Jealousy rife in his veins. But sounded just like the lust between him and Finn.

"Bit like you and Finn," Josh whispered, "Honey? Are you mad at me?"

"Jealous," Cody admitted, "But what must you think of me?"

"Devitt is a hottie. Most redblooded gay men would kill for a piece of that...unless you're into bears or cubs. Robbie was good sex...too fem though. Even for me. He refused to top unless I cowgirled him."

"Don't want to hear details Joshy if you don't mind. Please tell me he didn't make you cum?"

"No. Finished myself off. He was so desperate for sex when I fucked him though that he came first."

"Not surprised in a way. You are VERY good in bed sweetie." Big sloppy fat kiss.

Josh leaned in to intensify his caressing between Cody's legs.

"Like...*MOAN*...now..." Cody went on, in pure ectsasy, "You touch me just how...*MOAN!* I like...even foreplay with you..."

"I er...Coddles..." Josh pulled Cody atop him easily, opening his smooth legs and grinding upwards, "I want you to punish me for sleeping with Robbie."

"Huh?"

"I feel so bad Coddles. Plus can see you're mad at it."

"You should be mad at me for cheating on you with Finny."

"I get to watch you fuck his sweet bussy. I think that's a tradeoff? I really need it Coddles...I mean it..."

He took Cody's hand and placed it over his pert, smooth, youthful-looking ass.

COdy began to stroke Josh's hole. Reluctantly.

"But Joshy..."

"Promise...I'll go back to my usual self...I just need...fulfilling...it's been a while honey.."

"Just ask me straight Joshy."

"OK. Cody will you blow my back out you fucking hot Southern stud because I am desperate to get my ass fucked?!" Josh flashed him a slutty smile he hadn't used since his WWE locker room whore days. He licked his lips.

"Anything for you Joshy..if it makes you happy."

"I won't rush off," whimpered Josh, "Promise things will be back to normal..."

"Joshy...love you..."

"Love you too.."

"Even if I don't like it...I do it because I love you. Future husband."

He kneeled up to take in his beloved, the smaller man's legs opening instinctively, and because they both just knew each other so well, Cody kneeled between those smooth legs and his cock was teasing Josh's entrance. The smaller man gasped and moaned with desire. Yes. Sometimes the urge was just so strong he couldn't ignore it.

"Can't...*gasp*...believe it's coming up to our second anniversary," Josh whined.

"Wherever I am in the country on that day, you are coming to visit," Cody mewed.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Josh whined, "Honey...stop teasing and just get on with it!"

---

"Ohhhh Stuart..."

In an exact mirror image of Cody and Josh across Long Island, Finn was on his back, legs wrapped around Wade, whimpering in lust as his prostate was stabbed. Wade knew that his boy was gonna be up for it tonight. Not that he EVER complained.

"Fuck yeah...such a little slag arencha..."

"I'm a bad boy *MOAN* Stuart...you *MOAN* need to punish me.."

Finn was torn between getting on all fours and taking it like a man, or staying like this on his back.

Wade pulled out.

"WHAT THE FUCK.." snarled FInn, eyes flashing.

Wade smirked.

"As King I am denying you the pleasures of the flesh," he grinned.

"You fucking what..."

"Disloyal Princes need punishing." God Wade loved playing this game. He was looking forward to this illicit foursome. He could make all three of them his loyal subjects! Mathews thought he had bigger balls but nah. Wade was a bareknuckle fighter damnit.

"You can't leave me high and dry!" Finn spat, "Get back in me now."

"Nope."

Wade calmly got into bed.

Finn was painfully horny. And he'd been cut off. He was NOT a happy bunny.

"You're unsatisfying anyway," he said cattily, "No wonder I've gone looking elsewhere to Cody. He looks like he could split me open with that monster he packs."

Wade refused to rise. It was just FInn's hormones. He was trying to get his own way as per usual.

The Brit shrugged and picked up his phone.

Finn was angrier that he wasn't getting any response!

"I'm gonna look on Grindr," the Irishman went on, "Want some fresh cock."

"Do it. Have fun."

Finn snatched Wade's phone from him and glowered at him.

"Give it back," deadpanned Wade.

"No."

"OK."

Wade rolled over.

"Night then."

Finn growled with frustration. DAMN IT. He needed sex. Hard! And Wade wasn't giving in! WHY?!

The Brit deadweighted himself in case FInn rolled him over and sat on him. He'd done THAT before several times.

Finn tried to roll the big Englishman over. DAMNIT!

"I hate you!" he spat.

He rolled over pointedly across the bed, huffing and puffing dramatically to show how mad he was at Wade.

Wade was shaking with mirth. God this was fun. Torturing FInn. And the Irishman was such a bloody drama queen. In fact he was a queen full stop. Sparkly trunks? Mind you, Wade often recalled the lapdance Finn gave him in his new gear when he was alone on the road...always got him off hard.

He waited.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes.

Wade began to jerk himself off slowly. He had a plan. He could still hear huffs from Finn who was still so full of excess testosterone that was aching to be released. Once Wade was back to full mast...he crawled across...and grabbed Finn from behind.

"On yer front."

"YES SIR."

Finn obeyed, animalistically desperate to get pounded. He pushed his arse up like a true slut.

YES...Wade entered him roughly. He wriggled right back, trying to fuck himself. And then found his face smashed into the bed and the Brit began to pound him hard and fast, the headboard crashing against the wall, locking his arms around Finn tight.

"That good enough?" the Brit snarled into his ear, his hips working overtime to satisfy Finn's lust.

"Y-yes sir...take me.."

Wade hauled FInn up so their bodies were flush, in a similar image to Dean and Seth on their cheeky sex tape they'd made a few floors up, continuing to fuck his willing arse. Finn leaned forward onto all fours, taking every thrust and more...

"That's it...fuck yes darlin...don't stop...been a bad boy...aahhh...ahhh. More! Just there...ahhhh...fuck yeah you're the best...ahhh! AH! AAAAH!..ahhhh...ahhhhhh!"

"Fuck yeah.."

Wade pulled out and wrestled his minx of a boy onto his back and folded him in half. Eagerly Finn held his arse open to allow the Brit back in. Hard.

He let out a scream of ecstasy as his prostate got smashed dead centre. YES! Just there you big hot stud!

Wade was pounding him like a rentboy now. Spanking him. Growling obscenities in his glorious rough Lancashire accent...Finn might be curious about Cody...but this was his dream man right here! Nobody compared to his darling Wade. Nobody could push his buttons like the Brit could! No-fucking-body! Wade just gave him the best sex he'd ever had every single time!

He smashed his hips back like a true power bottom to meet the Brit's angry thrusts, his cries and moans deepened to full on growls, his inner Balor demon coming to the fore...yes fuck yes...don't fucking stop...he reached for Wade's phone and started to film himself...making the most wanton faces into the camera.

---

Josh was writhing and whimpering as Cody contined to fuck him. He was so close...painfully close...he was trying so hard to not come but Cody, much as he hated taking this role, was so DAMN GOOD at it...

"Gonna...ohhhhh...ahh ahhh..."

"Joshy...don't...please..."

"Can't...stop.."

Cody tried to pull out. Josh clenched around him, shooting a wicked smile. Eyes glittering.

"I don't think so Runnels. You ain't punishing me. I'm punishing you for letting that Irish slut swallow your load."

"JOSHY...!"

Cody was shocked. But fucking turned on. Alpha!Josh even on bottom? Hell fucking yes.

"Now hurry the fuck up and finish me off or I won't be so damn nice."

"Try me Joshy."

"Right. I was gonna relent and edge and then switch. But now. You can make me shoot my load. I demand you fuck it out of me."

Cody had to continue damnit! He began to pound Josh hard, pissed off that he couldn't get fucked tonight. WHY HIM? Josh was whining and whimpering femininely as his spot was gloriously hit over and over again. Yes. YES!

"So...*whimper* close..."

"Mean...*moan*...fuck...Joshy...please..."

"DId I *SCREAM*...say you could stop?!"

"No Joshy..."

"Then carry on..."

Cody began to fuck Josh like a slut, enjoying (but wishing he was the one getting fucked!) the fem screams and squeaks leaving the little man's throat. Josh was absolutely revelling in it. He used to be the locker room whore at WWE after all.

He threw his head back and screamed shamelessly, erupting fiercely all over his ripped abs, just letting himself go and making the most of this rare bedroom treat. Fuck he loved bottoming. And it was even more hot because he didn't get to very often.

"Pull out," he panted.

Cody did so.

"Kneel over my face."

Cody obeyed.

And began to jerk.

Josh licked his lips lustfully, tongue out. Eager for it. Letting his slutty side out for once. Cody moaned and whimpered as he shook with ecstasy, before crying out as he climaxed all over his beloved's youthful face.

Josh lapped it up.

"Fuck yeah," he sighed, spent, "Thank you Coddles.."

Cody lay next to him.

"You took my role. Not fair. And I was meant to be getting you back for cheating on me."

"I wasn't. We'd broken up when Robbie and I had sex. You played with an Irish boy whilst dating me honey. My revenge."

"You look so beautiful post sex Joshy..."

Josh turned and shot him a tender smile. He wriggled slowly around to face the ravenette and took his hand. Cody whimpering softly.

"Bless ya. Look...I don't have to rush off tomorrow...soo...I may be able to give you what I know you crave."

"You mean that?"

"Yep...and I know what you want..." he chuckled softly and hugged COdy close, grabbing that ass.

"You can touch it now if you like...still got a little left in the tank.."

Josh slowly caressed inside those smooth cheeks.

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I'm sorry I didn't get to EC in the end but I got so wrapped up in growing this massive lemon tree (It's almost PWP!) that I felt now was the time to end it before it got waaay too long again! Two Ambrollins, a little FInnade, some Jody (sorry but I 3 them still), Shea-dango and some StarFinn! I said I wouldn't...but they have electric chemistry when I write them so curiosity got the better of me. Plus I'm sorry but you can't deny it;'s a hot if brief pairing! I may do the FInn-Wade-Coddles-Joshy foursome as a one-shot as we have Elimination Chamber to get through...plus the following Raw. But I look forward to writing it. WHo knows what will happen when you stick a hot English studmuffin, two pretty fabulous bottom boys with KILLER bodies and an adorably hot commentator (from a rival promotion for added scandal) in one hotel room fuelled by beer and lust...?

Sorry about the twist in the Sheadango tale but the time difference between Chapter 36 enabled me to take that angle, and plus SHeamus WOULD get cold feet the morning after. Can't blame him really. Any suggestions for C38, please let me know! That goes for ALL pairings! ;) Hope you liked it! xx