Chapter 38
With everything that happened, I wasn;t going to write again until Cody came back to WWE TV. Out of respect, it's obvious tbh but I will not use Dusty's passing as a storyline. That's classless and in bad taste IMO. It'll get referenced though because I am a wrestling fan too and Dream was an iconic figure. He touched so many fans and so many lives including the real-life counterparts of all the characters in this piece. I did start this chapter but in light of the aforementioned, deleted the original draft on the spot. I think I got carried away and then, well, yeah. Also looking back through previous chapters it's too much of a departure for the respective characters. I know it's fan-fiction, but still. I draw the line somewhere.
We will start at TNA. (Yes I know, you can skip it.) I'm going to try and do a whole chapter without Coddles' adorable face to carry the laughs.
TNA announcer Josh Mathews was in his Nashville home, two days removed from a very, very sombre and sad day. He'd copped a bit of flak for showing up but he wanted to be there. And he knew his love was grateful for his presence.
He was wearing a black tee with yellow polka dots, an original Eighties Dusty Rhodes merchandise piece he found on eBay.
He'd just gotten off Facetime to Cody.
"Sup bro," Robbie E walked in, "How's your better half?"
"Surviving," Josh said, voice a little husky. It had been a tearful call; "Do you mind if we don't talk about that?"
"Sure," Robbie perched next to him, "I never asked about Elimination Chamber..?"
"If you want to know about THAT," Josh said, "Nothing happened. I couldn't go through with it. Especially..."
"Sorry bro, that came out really insensitive," Robbie sighed, "I have to ask, do you think this whole setup's right?"
"How do you mean?!" snapped Josh.
"Take all the er...oh God how can I put this...stardust...away," Robbie said, avoiding the fierce glower of his room-mate, "You're with a married guy..."
Josh was about to go for this throat.
WUFF.
His blonde lab puppy Link, growing up fast now, gave him an almost withering look.
Josh sighed and caught his breath. What use was it getting angry?
He looked at his promise ring and kissed it.
"Love you," he whispered.
He peeled it off.
"What you doing?" asked Robbie.
"I need to break this off," Josh said, his bottom lip trembling, "He doesn't need any more crap in his life. I need to move on."
"So deserting him when he fucking needs you?!" Robbie cried incredulously, "You really thinking of him man or yourself?!"
"You don't know my life, Strauss!" bellowed Josh.
"I know that you'd do anything for that fucking guy!" Robbie hit back, "Look! That tee you're wearing! The posters on your wall! The photo on your phone!"
"They can be removed," Josh snapped, "This isn't right. I wasn't exactly welcomed at the uh...look, don't lecture me, Ok? I need to do this. I don't want to. But I feel it's the best thing. I'm just an artefact. It's pathetic isn't it? Really?"
"What about Bram? He's married to Charlotte Flair? We're still people," Robbie reasoned.
"Can you not?" Josh hissed, "This is for the best. For both me and him."
"You're a coward," Robbie said disgustedly, getting up.
"Maybe. I still love him. I've just accepted that we can never be together. We continue it like this and someone will get hurt. Drink?"
"Could use one," Robbie replied.
Josh padded to the cabinet and picked up a bottle of Jim Beam. He poured two doubles on the rocks and padded back over.
"How about we toast," Robbie said.
"Yeah," Josh replied, "To Pop."
"Dusty."
They knocked them back.
"Another?" Josh asked.
"Yeah." Robbie sighed.
"What's eaten you?" asked Josh, "There's me wallowing in my own pity party.."
"Rob's got a girlfriend," Robbie sighed, "I'm happy for him. Still a stab."
"Yeah, I like Brandi too much to carry this on. To Coddles. Love you."
"To Cody."
They downed their drinks again.
Josh lay back on the couch.
WUFF.
GRRR.
Link almost bared his small teeth.
"What's with you?" Josh asked his pet. He went to pick up the blonde dog. Link snapped at him.
"HEY! Bad dog."
WUFF.
Link padded out. Almost like he stormed out in disgust. Josh rolled his eyes. That pup was psychic.
"Even your dog doesn't want you to break it off," Robbie remarked.
"Coddles always did spoil him," Josh sighed wistfully.
Robbie went to check the pup hadn't gone through any open back or front doors. Thankfully no. He was in his basket. Sulking almost. The Jersey Shore-esque wrestler shook his head and wandered back into the living room.
"Man," Josh sighed, "One thing about bourbon..."
"Is it the bourbon?" Robbie raised his pencil-thin eyebrow. Josh had quite a tent pitched.
"Maybe," Josh's lip curled, "I need a lie down. Haven't eaten much the past few days."
He got to his feet and left the room. As he passed Link's basket, the pup shot him big beseeching eyes.
"No. You snapped at me. Bad dog."
The blonde animal whimpered.
"Stop it Link."
WUFF.
"No! STAY!" yelled Josh.
The dog looked suitably told off and curled up. Josh climbed the stairs and into his bedroom. He whipped off his polka dot tee and carefully folded it. He held it to his face and kissed it.
"Bye," he sniffed.
He carefully placed it in his chest of drawers.
The door opened and Robbie walked in.
"Sit with me," Josh said.
"It's OK to be sad bro.."
"I need to take my mind off it...him..."
Robbie lay in front of him.
Their lips crashed together.
"Can I help with that?" Robbie purred.
"Would be nice..."
"What did you and him talk about?" Robbie asked his room-mate.
"Pop...I mean, Dusty mostly. But. We did discuss our future...I uh...told him...he knows. Like I said, I prefer to leave it in the past."
Robbie kissed the tear from the commentator's chubby cheek and gently removed Josh's glasses from his face.
"Was he...cool about it?"
"Look Robbie. I said it. He accepted it. End of."
Robbie peeled his workout vest off.
"Sounds like we both need to let off some steam bro," he whispered.
He crawled down Josh's lithe, supple, ripped form and pulled the announcer's sweatpants and briefs down, taking Josh into his mouth. Josh moaned and whimpered gratefully. Attention was what he craved. Robbie wriggled around, thrusting his shorts-clad ass in Josh's face.
Josh pulled them down over the smooth, cafe-au-lait-hued cheeks. Robbie did have an enviably hot ass.
"Just take them off," Josh chuckled.
Robbie shimmied out of them so they were both fulled stripped. Josh kicked his sweats from his got onto all fours, ass up.
"All yours bro."
Josh began to hungrily eat his room-mate out, enjoying Robbie's gasps and mews. Robbie was as much a power bottom as Cody.
"I haven't any rubbers," Josh sighed.
"I don't care. Bro I trust you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah...please. I need this. So do you."
Robbie moaned as he rose to his knees and turned to devour Josh's lips hungrily.
Josh dug around for his lube.
As he was coating himself...his phone began to ring.
Oh SHIT.
It was Cody.
At the house show arena, Mike The Miz was sashaying happily into Catering. It was SO good to be back. Since his return a few weeks previous, he'd released all the sexual tension he'd built up over the movie shoot. That irritant pale skinned goth bitch Paige was cock blocking him for sport and he SO wasn't down with that. The soundman was a DREAMBOAT. The clapper loader...oh wow, Mike would have loved to have him clap something else, namely make his ass cheeks do so. He was such a shameless slut.
Cesaro...oh man Mike had missed him. Missed his dick and powerful thighs against his big ass more like. Well when Mike wasn't trying to proposition Kevin Owens that was. Mmmm. A bear cub. Mike used to call himself a cub before he got all FANCY.
Sheamus was still lookin' mighty fine too.
But Mike was pissed. Apparently despite Brad and Corey's best efforts, Sheamus had managed to bag Fandango's ass. Yeuch. Total turn off. But Fandango was just HOT AS FUCK and the Miz never got beaten yet. He always got his men eventually.
"HEY HUNTIES!" he declared. Yeah so what if Brad and Corey weren't needed at a live event? He needed his pack behind him.
"That headscarf is just on point," Brad gushed. He was also sporting one.
So was Corey.
They made it their thing.
"We have more good news," Corey said, "No Kardashian Sisters yet again."
"Isn't it just GRAND?!" Mike sighed, "We rule the roost around here now. Gonna be sad when Numero Uno makes his way back."
"Let's not talk about the loser convention, and instead let's discuss the rampant sexual tension between you and The Ryback?" Corey grinned.
"He's good for a cobweb clearance," Brad shrugged bitchily.
"He dips it in Axel. I mean EW?!" Mike groaned, "Otherwise I would let him wear me like a sleeve."
"That's not what you said after Raw wrapped," teased Corey, "You told me you beat off to him insulting you."
"HEY!" Mike went red, "Our one on one conversations over the finest vintage Dom Perignon are PRIVATE, Graves! Just because Claudio prefers you to me... *BIG POUT*."
"You were away. We both missed you hunty."
"I see you kissed and made up with Ziggler," Brad remarked.
"Nicky's gone straight again," lamented Mike, "Dana Brooke. Though I'm so glad we could salvage our friendship. I know I broke it off but deep down I missed him. He's still soooo fiiiiine. I just didn;t like being tied down. After the honeymoon period wore off, I just got bored. Missed the action.."
"Being a shameless whore is the best way," Corey smirked, "All that dick on tap, no head games, and you're in control. Isn;t that right Bradley?"
"Shut up," Brad sassed.
"Oh what's this?" Mike grinned.
"Bradley's had his dry spell broken," smirked Corey.
"Who did you freak?" Mike asked.
"Big E. Lives up to his name. MAN. And he likes a screamer," Brad grinned, "I was like a boy possessed. And he was SO. DARN. GOOD. He totally blew my back open. I bit my lip at first and then he said no, be loud cos it's hotter and tells him I like it. So I let fucking rip. So many positions..all nighter...oh MAN..Just what I needed. A New Day indeed. I could feel his POWER all right."
"Isn't he just AMAZING in bed?" gushed Mike, "Oh man he was SO good when I had him a while back...he knows how to treat a hungry boy...he ate my ass like it was a red velvet cupcake..."
Dean Ambrose had walked past to collect his usual chicken wings and nearly threw up at their revolting conversation. Gross. Mess. They were so disgusting. He made a noise and threw a shady stankface in their direction that would have done the absent Cody proud.
"Problem Loony Bin?" sassed Brad.
"You are fucking foul," snarled Dean.
"Your face is foul. Poor Rollins must smash that from behind," Brad's voice was so irritatingly singsong and made the hackles on Dean's neck stand on end. But really? That old insult?
"You're only chasing the title because you get fangirls flicking their beans," Brad went on, "Not because you're decent at wrestling."
"Oh really? Who's been in the title picture and where are you again? Oh yes, backstage where you belong. Mind the silicone in your ass doesn't leak," Dean clapped back.
"HAHA! HA! HA! YOU'RE SOOO FUNNY I FORGOT TO LAUGH!" shrieked Brad.
"Ignore him hunty, just pity him and his hideous face," Corey said.
Dean just shook his head and stomped away. Really?
He sat down at the depleted Plastics table. Balor wasn't here tonight either. In fact since...last week's terrible news, he'd not been seen much on the road.
It was just Paige, Summer and Axel.
Even Axel was barely seen these days.
"Hey," Dean grunted.
"Saw you were clashing with the pigs in briefs?" Summer said.
"Why couldn't they fire Miz before he came back?" Dean huffed, "How did you get through a shoot without wanting to stab him between his fat piggy eyes?"
"Women are made of stronger stuff than men...we have to give birth remember," Paige smirked.
"It's so quiet on the road," Summer stated.
"Let's not go there," Paige said, voice quivering, "Anyway...what's new aboard the Ambrollins ship?"
"Same old, same mindblowing sex, same perfect man..." Dean sighed wistfully, "He confiscated my credit card. AussieBum had a sale on...I maxed it out."
"Have you worn all your new purchases?" Summer teased.
"Yes. Usually COlby takes them down with his teeth," Dean grinned, biting a large chunk of flesh of the bone of a chicken wing.
"Ryan's gone off the boil a bit," Curtis complained.
"Well you're hardly on the same shows," Paige said.
"So? He doesn't even want to do steamy Facetime or Skype chats..." Curtis said.
"Honeymoon periods die eventually," Dean shrugged.
"SHut up. Says the guy getting drilled three times a fucking day!" Curtis snapped, "Yes we get it, your feud is epic. Yes. Your ladder match was intense and blew the roof off. We FUCKING GET IT AMBROSE!"
He slammed his half-eaten chicken breast on the table and stormed out of Catering.
"I think he's a little jealous," Summer did like to state the obvious.
"You do brag a bit Dean," Paige teased, "Not that it's not hot..."
Curtis stormed to the door, which unfortunately took him past the Table Of Toxicity.
"Aww look the chubster's throwing a tantrum? Was Dunkin Donuts closed?" Brad catcalled.
"So much cellulite," Mike added, "I mean GURL. Have you not heard of leg day?"
Curtis shut his eyes. Ignore them, Ignore them, Ignore them, he told himself.
But Miz?! People in glass houses and all that...
"Takes one fattie to know one," he shot back.
"I AM NOT FAT AXEL!" screamed Mike, leaping to his feet, "You, girlfriend, are overweight and off TV for a REASON. I lost the excess blubber. And now look at me? On TV EVERY week. Always in an angle. What happened to yours and Damien's irrelevant back to the 80s act? Oh yeah. NOBODY CARED!"
"No wonder Ryback's been going off him," Corey added nastily, "The things you hear when giving blumpkins to one of hot refs in restrooms."
"Omigod I forgot you spilled that tea," Brad sneered, delighting in the greyish white shade Curtis' face had turned, "He was telling Sheamus wasn't he?"
"Oh yes," Corey smirked with a truly malicious laugh, "He was asking Sheamus 'how do you tell your boyfriend he's getting a bit...chubby?'"
Curtis could only hold himself as he went puce from head to toe...Ryback...said that?! About him? To someone else?!
"I also hear you have a post-fuck gas problem?" Brad said loudly so the entire of Catering could hear, "Lay off the burgers and beans and get some lean protein in you...or just learn to be better at sex!"
That DID it...Curtis fleed Catering in stinging tears of humiliation; the nasty bullies laughter ringing in his ears.
Mike and Corey whooped and clapped. Oh yes. The Plastics were history. They ruled the roost now bitches.
Fandango was walking to Catering (He was getting EVER closer to convincing big Sheamus to give that sweet meaty white MAN ass up...this morning he'd edged Sheamus for an hour, he'd had the new Mr Money In The Bank almost crying in relief when he finally granted the release...mmmmmm...and he hadn't protested when the dancer had played with his hole...) at that point and spotted the shaking, scarlet figure skulking out the door, tears trickling down his bearded face.
"What's the matter man?" he asked Curtis.
"Out my way," snarled Curtis, so fiercely the dancer backed off.
"Ok man...just asking."
"Leave me the fuck alone."
The dancer shrugged and carried on into Catering.
"Well HI HO FANDANGO!" trilled The Miz, on his feet in a flash, "Let me get you something to eat my good man!"
Despite another of his best conquest resurfacing this week...Mike, like both his cronies, LUSTED after Fandango and his pleasuredome. As mentioned earlier, the dancer bottoming to Sheamus may initially have been a turn off...but the Awesome One always managed to bag his men. If he could snare a known large blonde homophobe...anyone else was a walk in the park by comparison.
"Tropical fruit salad is just ON POINT," Mike went on, filling an enormous plateful (being especially generous with the pineapple), "You should SO try some."
"Er...thanks man," grunted the dancer politely, "How you doing?"
"Smooth as butter baby, smooth as all-American dairy butter," Mike camped, placing his VERY expensive shades atop his head and winking at him, flashing those pearly whites, "What you doing after the show?"
"Hitting the sack maybe," shrugged the dancer, sitting down at an empty table to eat the salad. The Awesome One following him.
"Would you like some company?" Mike wheedled, sitting on the table, leaning over.
"I'm seeing someone?" Fandango huffed. It was no secret he and Sheamus were fucking on the regular after all.
"Pfft. That big old uncultured lug, he's not what you really want is it hunny?" Miz went on. He shuffled around the table so his feet dangled in the dancer's lap.
"Can we talk later?" Fandango grunted.
"Fandango, oh Fanny Dangy?" Mike camped, "Have you ever seen Basic Instinct?"
He crossed one thick leg over the other, opening his jacket. Sharon Stone he was NOT.
"Maybe, can't remember," the dancer stabbed at a stubborn slice of star fruit.
"What about There's Something About (Mike uncrossed and then re-crossed his legs) Mary?"
"Yeah. Where's this going?" Fandango just couldn't believe the idiocy of this guy.
"C'mon, we all know about your little pleasure dome," Mike purred, climbing onto his lap shamelessly, "I am SO into that scene. As is my good pal Corey. Would you like two VERY willing subs to use ALL your toys on and work your magic on?"
"Are you brave or just stupid?" deadpanned Fandango, "I'm SEEING. SOME. One."
"You'll get bored of taking his potato-farmer's fiddle-diddle-dee-dick soon enough," Mike persisted, grinding a little and moaning as his ass brushed the dancer's sizeable bulge. Fandango hated that the contact of this repulsive reality show reject was stirring him up.
Sheamus was just SO hot...he'd almost worked on getting the big beast of an irishman to submit...
Mike would be fun...no STOP it...playing with locker room sluts got him severely burned before..
And Mike's classy cologne did smell nice...what the fuck was the dancer even THINKING?! His brains had gone fucking south. And he was the one who got mad at Sheamus for throwing him aside in April?!
He grunted a little as Mike's big chunky trunk-clad ass continued to brush his hardening cock.
"Wanna play?" he rasped before he could stop himself.
What the?!
Did his brain not engage?!
"I'd love to..." Mike whimpered, "I am SO willing baby. You want a perfect sub...how much would you like?"
"I'm sorry?!"
"How much? All my men get a nice fat reward. I'm LOADED...both in the wallet...and balls. Hehehehehe."
Stop being Rhodes, Miz, Fandango thought, It's not cute or alluring.
"I'm not a gigolo," Fandango hissed, insulted.
"Fine. Your loss," Mike shrugged, continued to grind, "I am everything you're looking for. Or would you like 2 for the price of 1? Corey hunty...over here?"
Corey swaggered over in his irritating cocky way.
"Well HEY Fandango, looking hot and as fuckable as ever," he smiled, "Whatcha want Mizzybear?"
"Offering this handsome hunk here a 2 for 1...if he thinks he's up to it," Mike smirked shamelessly.
"Get the fuck off me you dirty little WHORE!" snarled the dancer, coming to his senses at last.
"Oh yes Fandango, talk dirty some more," Corey whimpered.
"Get out my way!" the dancer growled, pushing past them and out of Catering. Yeuch. Why?! How?!
What was Fandango thinking even CONSIDERING a night with Miz?!
Was he giving up on Sheamus already?
The novelty of bottoming had worn off now...but still? Why not just keep exploring new avenues with Sheamus? He had toys...all sorts...to get Sheamus prepared for the inevitable. He wasn't going to stop until he took that big muscular ass cherry...and he liked having Sheamus around to talk to as well...he was fun...they shared the same interests in sports and 80s films...plus the dude was straight-up tough and a beast on the weights.
And it was cool drinking with Barrett, Neville, Cena and Orton too...and lately The Ryback had been joining them as well.
Speaking of The RYback, Fandango spotted him leaving a mens' room.
"Hey man," The Big Guy drawled, in that deep, rough staccato growl, "You seen Axel?"
"Yeah just now...he looked pretty fucked up."
"In what way?!" snapped Ryback, tensing up, his bulk immediately apparent.
"He gave me a mouthful so I gave up," Fandango replied, "He was crying and shit. I've just been sexually harassed by the fucking Miz. Again."
"Ugh," Ryback hissed, "Keep brushing him off, he'll find a new target in the next two days. You don't wanna go there man. That ass has been busted open more times than the Spanish announcer's table."
Well he was connected to The Plastics. The bitchiness rubbed off in some way.
Fandango snorted.
"Wasn't planning to," he lied, "But thanks for the heads-up man. You should find Axel."
"We're kinda in a bad spot," Ryback admitted, "He's frustrated at his lack of TV time...we've been rowing a lot."
"Sorry buddy," Fandango sympathised, "Don't break it off though...you guys make an awesome couple."
"Thanks man...don't ever rush into getting a ring on your guy's finger...dudes become Bridezillas as well," Ryback sighed, "Anyway I better get some food...laters man."
"Yeah, laters," the dancer said, walking away.
The Big Guy swaggered into Catering for his umpteenth meal of the day. As soon as he walked through the door though...
"WELL HEYYYYY BIG GUY!" trilled The Miz. Fandango's brush off did little to calm his insatiable lust for every male in the company...if he couldn't get the dancer just yet, why not try the other object of his thirst? Axel's man? Mike would be SOOO much better for him than Axel.
Ryback raised his eyebrows.
Was the guy desperately stupid? Ryback wouldn't touch that slut if he was desperate and had gone without for twenty years.
"Leave me alone," he grunted.
"I love it when you get all mean," simpered Miz, "I like aggressive men. We all like aggressive men."
"Get the fuck away from me," snapped the big man.
"No use lying to ME," Mike went on, "We all know you're turning off Axel..."
"What the fuck do YOU know?!" bellowed Ryback.
"Corey heard you confiding in Sheamus," Mike smirked, "He was er...engaged in the restroom at the time. Axel is looking a touch porky. Me? I'm all toned. And I'm amazing in bed."
Ryback went scarlet.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK.
No wonder Curtis had been snappy...he had been a touch...off the boil lately...but...damn he hated himself. But how could you tell your fiance he should get in shape because if he didn't tell him WWE would and humiliate him further...oh fuck.
He stomped out of Catering without a word.
"DAMN!" Mike stamped his foot. Why were they resisting him today?!
"Never mind hunty, one door shuts, another opens," Corey assured him.
"Ryback wants me. I saw the way he GROPED me with his eyes," pouted Mike.
"Or maybe he's a chubby chaser?" shrugged Corey, "C'mon..."
He led a pissed off Miz back to their table.
Fandango was changing in the locker room. He shimmied into his sparkly flares. Felt so good against his jock-clad ass...mmmm.
He walked to the mirror and began to tease his dark brown hair into just the right style...making sure that the perfect amount of fringe strands hung over his handsome, classically-chiselled face. He was hot. And he knew it. It wasn't a bad thing Miz flirting with him really. His hit list had included some hotties after all.
Sheamus sauntered in. He tossed his gold briefcase aside with a clang against the tiled floor and padded behind his latest squeeze, wrapping his arms around the dancer's trim waist, peppering the muscular, tanned neck with kisses.
Fandango growled appreciatively into the touching. Mmmm. So manly.
"Hey," he purred.
"What you thinking?" hissed Sheamus.
"Miz came onto me. Again."
"Really? That irritating fat shit?" snorted SHeamus, "Can't he take no for an answer?"
"Probably can't spell it, all that pore cleanser he puts on," Fandango spat, "Is it bad Stephen than part of me wants to just go in hard on him? After all, we agreed to keep things casual..."
Sheamus bit back the rage that brewed up instantly in his throat. Charming. Jesus...he knew getting involved so soon after Cesaro was a mistake. Why did he go back? As per usual he was getting used. And Fandango was doing things to him he'd let no other lad EVER do before. Fucks' sake.
No. No jealousy.
"True," he grunted.
"I find him repulsive but treating him like a dirty slut pig appeals to me," Fandango admitted.
"Well it's your life mate," Sheamus said.
"Surely it's better I told you rather than do shady shit behind your back?"
"Hmm.."
"Come on Stephen...remember Saturday night? How horny was that? I got you to spill out your most forbidden fantasisies...like how you still carry a hardon for Cesaro..."
"Sssh..." hissed Sheamus, checking to see nobody was in there. He hated that a small part him still lusted after Cesaro's perfect body after everything the callous Swiss slut had done to him.
"It's hot Stephen, we could have some fun on the road," Fandango was turning himself on, keeping his voice breathy, "No boundaries, right?"
"Right..."
"Sometimes...the more men are involved...the merrier it gets.." the dancer's voice was electrifying. Sheamus moaned as his cock was rock solid in his black trunks.
"Yeah..." he choked.
"You were so hot last night..." continued Fandango, "Allowing me to...play with you..."
"I'm still not er..."
"You enjoyed it though right?"
"Yeah..."
"Bend over big man."
"What?"
"I said. Bend over. Drop those trunks."
Sheamus gibbered but lowered them to his thick ivory knees. He leaned over, gripping the wall.
SMACK.
SMACK.
The dancer was spanking him.
Hard.
"You're a bad man Farrelly...you secretly want me to pop that ass cherry..."
SMACK.
"Yeah...just...don't want the lads finding out..." moaned Sheamus. His curiosity was at breaking point. Fandango had rimmed him so often lately...and last night...started caressing his hole...he'd enjoyed it far more than he ever could have hoped (or admitted). His manhood was at stake. He was the big, uncouth manly man from Dublin. Power top. ALpha top. He did not bottom. But then again...Wade bottomed (and Sheamus still found that hot to this day) during their fling and kept every single one of his man points. Look at how weak little Finn Balor was for Wade.
Fandango sucked on two fingers. Yes. Fuck yes big man. Let him go where no other man has gone. He was a complicated sexual being, was the dancer. Liked having Sheamus in his bed very much. But also itching to try out other men on this roster. All this pent up testosterone...mmmmm. All those muscular man asses for him to fuck and toy with.
"I've enjoyed you fucking me big man," he continued, gently stroking between the two solid pale globes of muscular flesh, enjoying the masculine gasps that split the air, "But I want to fuck you now. I'm versatile. I like to dominate men."
"I know...fuck that feels so nice..." grunted Sheamus.
Fandango slowly began to push at the tight opening...oh yes...
"Ow...fuck..."
"Will hurt a little big guy...I promise you...it;ll feel amazing...I do not fake it when you pound me.."
His VOICE!
Seriously he could probably even persuade fucking Lesnar to give his big old arse up, Sheamus thought.
Oh HOLY...the dancer was inside him...fingering him...fuck it actually felt rather nice...the big brutish Celt wanted more...fuck...
"Like that?"
"Uh-huh...don't stop man please..."
"I knew you'd like it Stephen...God put our G-spots back there for a reason...good man...just relax and enjoy it.."
Fandango was so hard as he continued to finger the large man...yes...the more masculine they were...the more they always liked it...he found. He began to insert a second finger as Sheamus frantically began to fist his cock, desperate for relief. Ohhh FUCK...the dancer just touched his prostate...no wonder Wade...Daniel...every bloke he'd ever shagged made noises when they got fucked...this...this felt...out of this world...he was ready...at long last...to lose his arse virginity...
"Ohhh fuck...don;t stop..."
"Would you like something more?" whispered Fandango.
"Yeah...anything..."
"You want to waste that precious first time in this grimy locker room? SLUT!" roared Fandango suddenly.
He smacked Sheamus HARD on the backside and pulled his fingers out. Oh yes. Unleash the demon within. Show the big guy who the TRUE boss was.
"What?!"
"You heard. On your knees."
"I beg your pardon?!"
"On. Your. Knees."
Sheamus, gobsmacked, did so. He wasn't kidding. Wow. He got on all fours on the cold lino.
Fandango lowered his tights.
"Up."
Sheamus kneeled up.
Fandango slapped his bearded cheek with his hard cock. What a sight to behold. A 270 pound slab of masculinity obeying his every whim. Oh yes. This was where he really got his kicks. He did like big men for a reason. Much more fun to dominate.
"Suck."
Sheamus had no choice. If ANYONE walked in now, he was handing his briefcase in and resigning.
Strangely...he was kinda hoping...if Cesaro walked in...
What the fuck was going through his head?!
Fandango's cock was pretty big..but to a 100% top like Sheamus, any dick seemed too big for his untouched arse..
Fandango writhed and moaned with pleasure, fucking the Irishman's face...yes...oh fuck he was not going to last...that powerful body at his feet...fuck yeah...he was already close...he was gonna cum...he grabbed his cock hard.
He knew just the way to show his mettle in the bedroom. He pulled Sheamus' head off his cock and began to jerk it. He was going to give the big man his first facial. Oh yes. Fuck yeah...the fear in those blue eyes...fear of looking less of a man...take it bitch...
"FUCKKK!" he growled as his climax thundered through his muscular thighs and abs and burned its way out, spraying the ivory features and vermilion bristle with a fiercely hot release.
Sheamus grunted with ecstasy as he too...lost it on the tiles...he'd been wanking himself like crazy throughout this humiliation.
Fandango was gasping...more than sated.
Sheamus struggled to his feet as Fandango pulled him into a rough, masculine kiss, making low growls in his throat.
"You are fucking amazing," the dancer snarled, "I love it when an alpha turns into a sub before my eyes..."
"That...was different..." panted Sheamus, "Fuckin' hot though. Enjoyed it..."
"Good...because I have plans...I want you...I am ordering you...to make peace with your shit-hot ex," spat the dancer, "Fancy a threesome?"
"With HIM?!"
"You still would Stephen. You told me."
"Under duress! You were torturing me with that...thing.."
"My methods always help my boys admit their innermost desires Stephen. You are no exception. I got Teddy to admit he wanted to be fucked over an altar. So I fulfilled it. In his childhood church."
"You what?! You're sick..."
"He came like a train."
"I'm out me depth with you Curt.."
"You love every second Stephen."
"I fucking do...OK...FINE. I'll willingly put me bollocks on a skewer and go apologise to me hot gobshite of an ex."
"Do it now Stephen. With my cum in your beard."
"What?"
"Do it. Or the photos I took of you two nights ago will be tweeted..."
"OK OK...you're a bully mate."
"It's all about power play sweetie," purred Fandango, "It's exciting isn't it? I love breaking taboos and getting my lovers to lose their inhibitions inflicted upon them by their upbringings and society. You come from a Catholic background Stephen.."
"Most of us do...Ireland is a Catholic country still."
"Doesn't stop Balor being a slut in his tiny sparkly trunks...he's quite the exhibitionist isn't he?"
"Stuey has told some tales yeah..."
"You'd like a piece of him and all...fellow countrymen..."
"Again under duress...doesn't mean I was being sincere!" spluttered Sheamus.
"Uh-uh.." Fandango's smile was sinister yet tantalising, "That cheeky little twink needs a good spanking...or a caning. You'd like to be the one to give it to him cos you reckon Barrett ain't got the balls..your words Stephen..."
"If you tell Stuey that I'll fucking kill you...!"
Sheamus went scarlet.
Fandango's eyes just glinted.
"Dress yourself and move it."
Sheamus pulled his trunks up.
Fandango chivvied him out into the corridor.
"Excuse me," the dancer asked a techie, "Have ya seen Cesaro?"
"Catering," the techie grunted.
"Perfect, thanks man," Fandango said, and shoved Sheamus forward.
"What the hell..."
"Move it Stephen. Or Barrett gets told..."
"You wouldn't..."
"Pick your potato Paddy," the dancer put on a rough Dublin accent that made Sheamus' knees buckle, "Either you apologise to your ex and mean it, or I tell your best friend that you want to punish his pretty little boyfriend whilst making him wear school uniform.."
OK Sheamus had had a couple of naughty fantasies about Finn. But who wouldn't? Finn was hot, cheeky, naughty and adorable. But devoted to Wade (albeit with small curious crush on his bestie Cody) completely. And Wade had told him they'd been role-play costume shopping...apparently Finn did like a schoolboy RP every now and again.
Fifty Shades Of Wade strikes again.
Sheamus felt his balls would be intact if he chose the former - bury the hatchet with Cesaro. If Finn found out about THIS...oh shit. The little Irish cutie still had his cleaver sharpened for the 'Swiss thot'.
He stomped reluctantly into catering. Cesaro was sat at the Table Of Toxicity. The way Miz and Corey were drooling over him was vomit-inducing. Ugh. Could Sheamus really do this? He wasn't the criminal here. Cesaro was - cheating on him with Jamie fucking Noble and then humiliating him after Mania.
He tapped the thick traps.
"Ew. Who let ugly ass lugs to this table?" Brad gave a stankface that would put Cody to shame.
"Oh Hey Ho Sheamarse," Miz camped, "Want to join us?"
Cesaro whipped around and scowled at his ex. Really?! This guy was as thick as he looked.
"I uh...can I have word Claude.." mumbled Sheamus.
"Anything you can say, you can say in front of ze boys," Cesaro sneered.
"Private," Sheamus spat.
"Fine. But you know I haff nothing to say to you," spat Cesaro, getting to his feet.
He followed Sheamus towards the door. Where Fandango was waiting, that creepy slasher smile lighting up his handsome face once more. Yes. TWO hot men to play with now. Cesaro AND Sheamus. Fandango had jerked off imagining them fucking when they were a couple.
"In here," Sheamus mumbled, padding into a side room.
Cesaro huffed and followed him inside. Why was he even giving this idiot the time of day. He was fifty shades of DONE with Sheamus.
Fandango crept in behind them and slammed the door.
"Vot does HE want?!" growled Cesaro.
"Just being moral support?" Fandango smirked.
Sheamus ran his hand over his spiked hair. Jesus. This was officially the low point of his life. He'd sooner give Big Show a sponge bath.
"Vot?!" snapped Cesaro again.
"I uh...wanted...to say sorry..." muttered Sheamus.
Cesaro roared with derision. PLEASE?! How pathetic. Low self-esteem or what?!
"Me too," he snorted, "Sorry for your face. Sorry I vasted months vith you."
"You couldn't fake it," Sheamus was finding his bollocks again and he stood tall and in the bitchy Swiss' personal space, "The noises you made when we shagged. Or the fact that I could make you cum."
"Fine.." admitted Cesaro, "Ze sex was good. But you vere the shittest lover. So uncouth."
"Why can't you admit you enjoyed it huh?!" erupted Sheamus, "I mean, Jamie fucking Noble?! Was I really that bad?!"
"Yes you VERE. Zat fucking DeLorean got more love, money and attention from you in a veek than I got ze whole of our relationship!" snarled Cesaro, "Just because I'm six foot and strong. Doesn't mean I don't haff FEELINGS Stephen!"
"Yeah I know you do. Feelings of fucking Kidd's arse!" snarled Sheamus, "And now look, he's out of action for maybe a year! What were you gonna do?! Sneak into their home and give him a twatting blanket bath?! You're the pathetic one Claude! Not me!"
"TJ LIKES ME!" bellowed Cesaro, "And I like him! He's ze perfect man for me!"
"Bollocks! You just want a piece of forbidden fruit! Well guess what? You ain't getting him not now not ever so you may as well just have a wank to his photoshoot and move the fuck on! Get over it! You think Miz and Graves like ya? They're just using you because they're all big gob and no fucking trousers! Get a grip! Miz fucking treated you like shit and you're hanging round him?!"
"He's good enough sex to keep me going," shrugged Cesaro, "So's Corey."
"You're so cheap," spat Sheamus, "You're just their go-to insurance policy if they can't get anyone else that night."
"Whatever. Zey get the sex, so do I. Got a problem with zat?!"
Fandango could see the sparks still flying between them...oh yes. He was getting turned on just watching them argue. They were eyefucking like crazy. The chemistry between them was still there. All they needed to do was just batter each other's egos to a pulp first. A little menage-a-trois with these hot AF European studs? Perfection. Cesaro had a fantastic pert ass too. Fandango could easily get them BOTH to submit. Mmmmmmm.
"Yes. I do," Sheamus hissed. Oh Cesaro. Fuck. He was so hot when he was angry. And Sheamus was relishing telling him the reasons he sucked. And he needed to re-assert his manhood fast after what Fandango made him do just now. This was dangerous. Exciting. Forbidden.
Fandango was right. He really did have a magic key to unlock people's inhibitions.
"VYE?!" roared Cesaro.
They were nose to nose now.
"You...deserve better..." Sheamus hissed, "C'mon Claude...why the aggro?"
"I vonted to re-assert myself after vot Mike did..."
"And now you're back at his beck and call. He played you like a fucking violin mate."
"I know he did...I realise...and maybe TJ is just a fantasy..."
"Sometimes we all want something we can't have," Sheamus whispered...their eyes locked.
"I know...Stephen...Je suis desolé.." Cesaro hissed, "I'm sorry. I was a bastard. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's the past. Maybe we were both stupid. You're still fucking hot.."
"SO are you..your scent still turns me on..."
"SO fucking kiss," snarled Fandango.
"Excuse me," Cesaro spat, "Private conversation."
"I said. Fucking kiss him you hairy-assed lug."
"WHo are you?! I could break your bones.." Cesaro snapped.
"Just do as he says Claude...I know you want me and I still fucking want you.."
A growl split the air and the two exes re-united in a testosterone-fuelled makeout. It was the most searing kiss Fandango had ever seen. He was itching to just jerk off again already...fuck...oh what he would give to see them fuck...live..
Cesaro pulled Sheamus right to the floor, kissing with such fury and aggression the big Irishman was taken aback.
He broke their lips apart.
Cesaro's eyes were blazing with hunger and passion.
"I've missed you."
"I've missed you too...but...don't think it's gonna be how it is before..." Sheamus shot him a wicked grin.
"Too right," Fandango kneeled next to them, "You're both MINE now."
"Fuck off," Cesaro snarled.
"Wanna say that again?" Fandango sat on the Swiss's arm, deadweighting himself.
"His idea," Sheamus grinned, "Have to admit...it's a good one..."
"Who would you rather be with? Two dirty little whores who'll toss you into the garbage once your role as their insurance dick slash heavy peters out?" Fandango went on, "Or two hot men who'll appreciate every inch of your sculpted form..."
"But zis isn't love..." Cesaro moaned. He was SO turned on.
"And what would you call Miz and Graves?" Sheamus raised an eyebrow, "Just three mates...enjoying each others company...we don't have to tell anyone..."
"I think someone needs to pleasured," Fandango breathed, "Miz and Graves just take what they want don't they?"
"Ja..." moaned Cesaro.
SHeamus pulled those trunks down those incredible long, muscular hairy legs.
"Boots off, let him be free," Fandango ordered.
Cesaro just let his ex and his ex's new casual fuckbuddy undress him fully nude. He was painfully horny. This was unlike any sexual experience he'd had.
"How long till the show?" asked Sheamus.
"Check his Cartier?" Fandango smiled, "We got plenty of time to make the SUperman feel super.."
"What would you like Claude?" purred Sheamus.
"Just...touch.." Cesaro groaned, his eyes wet, "Oh Stephen...I've missed you mon amour..."
"No blubbing," Sheamus smirked, "Just enjoy...this fella's teaching me so much about pleasing my fellow man..."
Fandango began to caress inside those big furry thighs.
"Lower...please..."
"Big old bottom really aren't you Cesaro.." he growled.
Cesaro looked up at Sheamus. He then turned his gaze to Fandango.
He nodded.
Fandango leaned down and manfully kissed him.
Fuck. Sheamus never thought he'd see anything so hot.
This could be a lot of naughty fun.
"Stephen..." whimpered the hapless Swiss, "Baissez-moi s'il vous plait..."
"Of course," Sheamus hissed and began to kiss him as Fandango got to work, stroking inside those incredible thighs, balls and solid ass. Cesaro was just moaning and moaning in pleasure as he gave his body to these two beautiful men...oh man...Tyson WHO?!
He was over Tyson.
It had been just fantasy after all...how could he have been so fucking stupid?! Giving up Sheamus?! And FANDANGO...one of the hottest men to exist in this company...and man did he know how to please a man with those hands...Cesaro was levitating into a cloud of sexual bliss..
Fandango dived between the open legs. Mmmm. Another hot man ass for him to devour. He might have slutty ways...but he was no Miz. He enjoyed PLEASING men. As well as dominating them. Cesaro's moans of sheer gratitude as his neglected ass once more got a rimming was music to his ears...
Sheamus just held his ex...watching his handsome face contort with pleasure...and after his own experiences with Fandango's tongue...he was sure Cesaro would be screaming the place down shortly...the Swiss' monster cock was leaking all over his ripped abs...
"Ohhh oui...do not stop...please..."
Cesaro was ACHING to be fucked. But which of them did he want? Fandango was hypnotic...but his ex...in all his rugged glory..
"Ohhh Stephen.." Fandango purred, lifting his head up, "Would you like to give your ex the one thing he's been missing?"
"Right now?"
"Please..." Cesaro's eyes were pleading.
"But.."
Talk about a rapid change of plan...Sheamus had been all mentally geared up ready for after the show...
"We have ALL the time in the world," Fandango growled, "As you know Stephen. I call the shots. So. Give this beautiful Swiss hunk what he wants."
"But...we're exes...shagging the ex is bad news..."
"If you don't do as I command Stephen...just remember what will happen to those pictures..."
Cesaro shot them both a curious look.
"And also," Fandango went on, "I might just let slip to Barrett about what you'd like to do..."
"Fine!" spluttered Sheamus, getting to his feet.
He peeled his trunks off and tossed them in the corner.
"Stephen?" Cesaro leaned up, "Vot's he talking about?"
"Lay back Claude, legs up.."
The Irishman took Fandango's place between those beautiful furry legs.
Cesaro rested his long legs on Sheamus' shoulders.
"You haff no rubbers," the desperate Swiss moaned, "I vont you...all of you...like ze old times.."
Fandango pulled his tights down to free his cock. Fuck they were a HOT couple...he was definitely gonna enjoy this...shame this room was dimly lit..
Sheamus looked up at the dancer.
"Breed him you brute." Fandango snarled, "I want to hear him scream."
Sheamus spat on Cesaro's arse. He'd missed fucking that magnificent specimen...only now did he realise how much he did...little did he know what was going through Fandango's head right now...oh yes..
He lined up...slowly pushing in...
"Ohhh STEPHEN...I haff missed you SO MUCH!" cried Cesaro, "Punish me Stephen. For hurting you."
"Do it," ordered Fandango, "Do as the man says. Make him scream."
"But...we're at work...!"
"DO IT!" screamed Cesaro desperately, "C'mon Stephen...you're big and strong...you touched me in places no other man has...I'm all yours.."
Sheamus pushed all the way in hard. And began to nail Cesaro like a two bit whore immediately. THe Swiss began to cry out...thrashing and flailing on the lino in sheer pleasure, testosterone raging through his veins...along with old flaming passions...yes...he could not get enough...and Fandango was controlling the whole thing...
"Oh Stephen...Stephen...Stephen...oh yes...missed you...don't ever stop.,...!"
Sheamus couldn't...fuck...Cesaro was just such a hot bottom.
"Kiss him." barked Fandango.
Sheamus began to devour his lips.
"Better than Kidd?!" bellowed the dancer.
"Nobody can fuck me like you Stephen..." whined Cesaro, losing himself totally in this wild, naughty coupling, thrusting his ass right back to Sheamus' pounding...unleashing his true bedroom self, "Oh STEPHEN! DON'T STOP..."
He threw back his handsome bald head and began to scream and cry out...not caring who heard...he was having the time of his life after months of humiliation at the hands of that little bitch Balor...Jamie Noble harassing him...thinking he wanted to fuck Tyson...when he'd had this all along...yes...pound him some more.
Fandango was jerking himself hard...wow Cesaro took it like an absolute slut...fuck yeah...he bet Sheamus would as well...
"I'm...I'.m..." whined the Swiss, desperately close to orgasm, "Please don't stop...just...just..."
Sheamus didn't even care if he didn't cum again...he just wanted to see Cesaro blow his load handsfree again...Cesaro writhed and convulsed, biting his lip..
"Let go.." breathed Fandango. He was gonna add some more spice. He stood over their writhing, sweaty, muscular bodies, fisting his cock..
"LEt go..." Sheamus repeated, "C'mon Claude...good lad..."
Cesaro just let out a series of whimpering mewling screams, each one louder than the previous as his neglected prostate quivered...his orgasm building up...burning and pulling behind his abs...oh God...he couldn't take it anymore...his cock was leaking copiously...he was going to come...he was going to...oh God he was so close...
A loud male scream echoed around the arena as the Swiss finally reached the peak of his pleasure...spraying his abs, pecs and shoulders hard...his entire abdomen on fire...
"Keep...going..." he whined, "I vont you to explode in me."
Fandango was just about to cum too...all over Cesaro..
Sheamus could feel it...oh fuck it was going to be intense...oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck...he let out a raging roar as he drove deep inside the Swiss, gratefully releasing within.
Just as Fandango lost it for the second time that night...all over Cesaro.
Cesaro whined painfully and yanked Sheamus into a deep desperate kiss.
"Thank you Stephen...thank you..."
"Pleasure was all ours," smirked Sheamus, kissing him back.
"Ohh you are amazing," Cesaro whined, pulling Fandango to him too for a kiss, "I'm all yours.."
"Just the words I wanted to hear," whispered Fandango, pulling his tights back up, "That was the hottest porn I have ever seen. We are going to have a really great time together. I'll leave you two to calm down."
He left the room, smirking to himself. Oh yes. Couldn't have gone better,
He was flushed and sated.
Sheamus was still in Cesaro, the big Swiss holding him close.
"Mon amour..." purred the Swiss.
"Not quite..." Sheamus whispered.
"You blew my mind..." Cesaro gasped, "You're still just fantastic in bed.."
"Well...it might have been better in a bed," Sheamus snarked, pulling out of him.
"So vot's ze deal vith you two..." asked Cesaro. His legs were jelly. But he made such a hot sight laying there, his sculpted, powerful, lean form.
He looked so satisfied.
"We're sort of seeing each other but it's not a major thing...keeping it casual," Sheamus said, "It's...well...been quite the education."
"How so? Talk to me Stephen amour.." Cesaro smiled tenderly at him.
Sheamus scrabbled for his trunks and pulled them back on. He sat next to his ex. Or was he the ex still? What would you even CALL this relationship?
"He's well...not like anyone I've been with," Sheamus said, "He's been...helping me...lose my hangups if ya will.."
"Vot like?"
"Before...this happened...he...was going to...yeah.."
"He vos going to be ze first to..."
"Uh-huh...he likes big men. Men like us, Claude."
"So he vonts...both of us.."
"I believe so...he made me admit to him that I still wanted you...despite all the shit that went down. It was his idea to do all this. He made me talk to you."
"Vell he can do vot he likes vith me after that," Cesaro sighed, "Oh Stephen...you are simply amazing at sex...and I haff him to thank..for pushing you back into my arms.."
"I don't think they heard your screams in Alaska though," smirked Sheamus.
"I only ever make zose noises ven I was vith you," Cesaro admitted, "I don't vont to top anymore. Mike und Corey...zey were good fun but...zey're not you..."
"If you're up for it...we can put this whole sorry mess behind us.." Sheamus began.
"Vot's Fandango like...is he a better fuck than me?" The Swiss grinned.
"He's pretty fucking good...though he's definitely more dirty...he doesn't have the..."
"Passion? I'm Swiss...it's vot ve're good at...but I'm curious to see vot he's like..."
"I'm not sure I can do this whole relationship crap again yet...but willing to give this a go...I mean, three horny blokes just pleasuring each other...exploring...you have no idea the stuff he's already opened my mind to.."
"Kiss me Stephen."
Sheamus did so.
"I still love you," admitted Cesaro, "That vos real. I vos just being a dick."
"But what about...?"
"I haff never been submissive before...neither haff you..." Cesaro replied with a naughty smile, "I vont to play."
"I think he wants to fuck both of us.."
"Vot are you so scared of Stephen?"
"Nothing you arse.."
"Vould it turn you on votching him fuck me...?"
"Maybe..."
"Cos it vould turn me on votching him fuck you...make YOU scream..."
"I;'m sure he'd like you to screw him.." Sheamus played with Cesaro's soft cock, still pretty impressive even flaccid.
"I'm feeling uh...vell...after the vay you just destroyed me...I am von hundred per cent bottom."
He rolled over, ass up.
"Slap it Stephen."
SMACk.
"Und," Cesaro purred, pulling his trunks back on, "I vould love you to make love to me still...sometimes.."
"I'm sure twinkletoes might allow it."
"After that hot fuckin' show...hell fuckin yes," came the growl of Fandango, "So Cesaro. You in?"
"Oui."
Fandango stole another manly kiss from the big Swiss.
"Good man. Now bend over."
SMACK.
"Ow...you hit hard," smirked Cesaro, rubbing his perfect bubble ass.
"I had no idea he liked spanking..." Sheamus spluttered.
"You never asked me Stephen."
"We better go make ourselves decent," Sheamus mumbled.
"Oh no. You are both staying like that," commanded Fandango, "Out."
The two hunks did so. Cesaro took Sheamus' hand.
Fandango smirked, pleased with his handiwork. Why have one hot hunk of masculinity at your beck and call...when you could have two? They were going to have SO much fun together.
Cesaro led Sheamus happily into Catering.
Dean, Paige and Summer all stared.
"What the actual FUCK?" spluttered Dean.
"How messy is Cesaro?!" Summer cried.
"How STUPID is Sheamus? Oh he's so lucky Finn isn't here," Paige sighed.
"Don't forget Codes," Dean said.
"I think that's the last thing on his mind right now," Paige said.
Cesaro took Sheamus' face in his hand and kissed him passionately.
Miz, Corey and Brad looked like they'd all been slapped with wet tuna fishes.
"NO!" cried Corey.
"Still think he's an amazing hunk?" Brad sassed.
"YEUCH! They're welcome to him! We don't need him! Stupid LUG!" screamed Mike, "I let him fuck me again!"
"I let him inside ME!" Corey cried, "I feel used!"
Of course the sheer hypocrisy and irony of those statements were lost on the bullying clique.
"We don't need him hunties," Mike spat, "He doesn't exist. As for Fandango. BLECH."
"We'll find someone else...Samoa Joe floats my boat," Corey licked his lips, "I've been DYING to get my hands on a nice big lump of man like that."
"Chubsters your thing?" Brad sassed.
"Don't look at the fireplace when stoking the fire do you?" Corey hit back, "He's got lots of power in that body..."
"Mmmmm...I think I may need to take a little trip to NXT," Mike said, "Loads of untapped hotties there..."
"Ew are you serious Mizzy?!" spluttered Brad, "Kardashian Sister Numero Dos rules the roost down there. Why would you want to willingly spend time with that?!"
"EXCUSE ME! That leprechaun bitch still owes me FIVE GRAND!" screeched Mike, "Damn straight I'm going there. I'm taking my five thousand bucks back one way or another. I'll use force if I have to!"
"And, also Zayn's getting his crippled ass recovered...plus we have the new Tough ENough cast...mmmmmmm..." Corey said, "Mizzy we have to hit it. We'd CLEAN UP, hunty."
"OK you twisted my arm," Mike smiled, "I can break Balor's legs AND get as much dick as I can handle. When do we fly down?"
"Next week for tapings," Corey said.
"I love you," Mike smirked.
"What about me?" Brad complained.
"Enough hunks to service all three of us," Corey grinned, "Come on Bradley, forget Ziggler's brother."
"Fine. I'll come."
"YAAASSSS..."
The Plastics (much depleted) were earwigging.
"Gross. They make me physically sick," Summer said, revolted, "Girl, you need to warn your new Tough ENough comrades.."
"Already on it," Paige said, sending a mass group text to the Tough Enough cast, telling them that if Miz, Graves or Maddox approach them, to avoid or if necessary travel about the PC in groups.
"I hate that I used to be like that," Dean sighed, "Seriously...it's sad...being thirty something and acting like Fort Lauderdale whores."
"Wish they'd all piss off there and never come back," Paige huffed, "If only Little Cody was here...but...he shouldn't come back until he's ready..."
"As long as they leave us alone, I don't care what they do," Dean said.
"Sup lasses...and lad," came Wade Barrett's growl.
"Oh hi Wade, slumming it?" Paige teased.
"Just got off the phone to Fergal," Wade said, "Any of you heard from Cody?"
"No...not since...you know.." Paige said.
"He's worried about him," Wade replied, "So I've been instructed to ask.."
"Were you really going to do...you know what? Before...it...all...well..?" Paige asked.
"Just pass it off as four blokes getting horny and thinking with their cocks instead of their bonces," Wade said.
"What's this?" asked Summer.
"Yeah? What aren't you telling us Paige?" Dean added.
The raven-haired Brit girl looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
"Wade...?" she almost pleaded with her fellow Englishman for help.
"Fine," sighed the big Brit, "Basically...that double date...was gonna extend to the bedroom...well Fergal and Cody...you must have seen something brewing.."
"Thought so.." Summer said.
"What?!" spluttered Dean, "And they call Miz a mess?!"
"Dean please..." Paige sighed.
"Nothing happend OK?!" Wade snarled, "Not that it's your business anyways Ambrose! Anyway...just wanted to clear that up cos Fergal admitted you found out Paige..nothing's gonna happen. We chatted about it at Elimination Chamber...decided to just keep it in our heads...not worth risking what we had for a wank fantasy."
"Aren't you the noble one," snarked Dean.
"How is your other half anyway...we were saying it's so quiet around here without him and Little Cody providing the laughs?" Paige asked.
"He's fine. Misses you lot," Wade replied, "Told him he best keep his head down and his nose clean for a bit...but he does miss Codes the most. He keeps trying to phone him but goes to voicemail. And then gets really snappy at me..like it's my fault.."
"Well you can spill this tea to him," Summer said, "Cesaro and Sheamus kissed and made up."
"What the BLOODY FUCK?!" exploded Wade, "Jesus Ste needs his head examined?! Oh Christ...better go and find out what the hell he'splaying at...laters."
Wade got to his feet and walked away, leaving the three remaining Plastics to let out a collective sigh. Times were certainly changing around here.
Well it might not be quite what everyone was expecting but I had to steer this in a totally different direction. I couldn't not write Josh and Cody's story without referencing Dusty...I hope that wasn't too bad. It wasn't exactly turning it into a storyline...I hope. And I apologise for Robbie E's appearance. I'm leaving it at a cliffhanger for now as there's many ways that could go.
Corey/Brad/Mizzy...yes they are the queen bitches now. And yes if you found their actions and words repellant, well that was the point! They are repping the worst kinds of gay - they do exist unfortunately.
So Cesaro...has he redeemed himself? Or has he laid a trap...we shall see! One thing's for sure, writing that extended smut scene was fun. Sheamus...he's having an interesting time isn't he? LOL.
Sorry it was so short, but the last two were pretty long by comparison! Hope you liked this :)
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