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.

43. Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Thanks to ALL who reviewed! So glad you enjoyed it. I had to have the proposal. I just couldn't NOT. Happy!Finn = CUTENESS OVERLOAD. At least it does to me ;)

Fandango/Sheamus/Cesaro, well they're here to stay it seems. I need more Fandango on Raw though, because honestly, the less the characters are on TV, the less I want to write them.

I think, well, there has to be some Ambrollins. I mean Seth slayed at SS, Dean going shirtless all the time ;) And maybe Coddles can find out why Dean's ignoring him...

This entire chapter will be set in Brooklyn. We have Takeover, SummerSlam and Raw to cover.

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Brooklyn, NY, August 22 2015

The WWE machine had set down in the New York suburb of Brooklyn, notorious for its tough crowds and high smark content. Several members of the rosters, both NXT and main, were on edge. Could they win this notorious area over this weekend?

It was the biggest weekend of the summer.

NXT Takeover, SummerSlam and Raw were all here.

The Barclays Center was rife with activity. All week various people had been doing media, and all were now eager to get started on the action.

Tonight was the turn of the Future.

Catering was a hububb.

The Plastics were all at their usual table. Consisting of Team PCB, Sasha Banks, Finn Balor and Cody Rhodes AKA Stardust.

Finn had had a PERFECT fortnight. Being engaged was just...WOW. ANd he just looked so cute with that ring on. He kept resting his hand on his chin to show it off. Bless.

He'd been busy down at NXT so Cody was pissed he hadn't seen his bestie much. Was Finn abandoning him now he had his man back?

"Got a good seat," Cody was saying, "I can't wait to see all of you slay tonight."

"I won't be," Paige giggled, "I just hope Rebecca here can keep her legs crossed after Sasha snatches smark edges bald."

"I unlike you Bevis, am not a constant hot mess over my girlfriend," teased Becky.

"Yes you are Bex," chimed in Finn, "I have the WhatsApp evidence..."

"You show ANYONE Fergal and I am putting you in the DisarmHer."

"Try it biatch." RAAAZZZP.

Finn promptly climbed onto Cody's lap. The ravenette huffed.

"Finny, you're an engaged man. Behave like one."

"Oh get off your soapbox, Sadie," Finn teased, "I've missed you."

"I don 't get guys," complained Charlotte as Sasha just grinned as she always did whenever Cody and FInn so much as touched. The Boss had SO much life from them getting it on. Oh HOW she wished she could have been a fly on the wall in THAT hotel room!

"I don't get guys who think it's cool to bully girls," Cody added, "Charlotte, Rat Skank comes anywhere near you, and you tell me, OK?"

"I can fight my own battles," the genetically superior blonde replied.

"So GURL," camped Finn, turning to face Cody, "How are things going with Stephen?"

"FINNY!"

Cody went bright red.

All the girls rounded on him.

"Oh yeah," Paige grinned, "This one here spent my entire birthday night out on WhatsApp to him!"

"Why?" Becky added, "He's married!"

"So's Codes?" Sasha grinned, "Anyway how could you break Finny's heart?"

"Finny's heart belongs to a King," Cody pouted.

"I will be watching your match with the Kleenex handy," Finn said shamelessly, "I think a sex wee in trunks situation will occur."

Becky bashed her head on the table.

Charlotte looked faintly revolted.

PAige was just laughing.

"You're gross!" CHarlotte complained.

"I have a HOT new costume from Sandra," Cody said, "Getting out the guns."

"Hmmm. I wonder WHY?" Paige teased, "Give Stephen something to look at?"

"SHUT UP.." hissed Cody, "Actually Joshy will be watching so RAZZZZZZZZZZZP!"

"THe big question here is WHO Finny will be getting excited over?" Sasha teased.

"Stop it," Becky warned her.

Finn was scrolling his phone. Sasha wanted to ship them still? He still had the video of Cody fucking him from behind...why not? With the most mischeivous smile on his pretty face, he sent the video to her.

Sasha looked at her phone.

Unfortunately the sound was on full blast.

Finn's moans filled the air from the speaker.

"What the HELL are you watching?!" squealed Paige.

"Gay porn," Sasha was beaming from ear to ear.

"Ooh let me see," Paige scrambled over, before gaping. She looked over at the boys.

"I'm curious," Charlotte leaned over before squealing like a complete girlie and reeling back, "BECKY! Don't look! You'll be scarred!"

"I won't be, thank you Finny, I shall treasure this," Sasha grinned.

"WAIT! NO! HE DIDN'T!" cried Becky, "FERGAL!"

Finn was howling with laughter.

"Finny what have you sent her?!" spluttered Cody.

"THe wee vid I took when you were murdering my arsegina from behind," Finn declared.

"FINNY! I HATE YOU!" Cody was mortified. He threw his pest of a bestie off and stomped out the room.

"Why's he so ashamed? His D game looks on point," Sasha grinned.

"SHUT UP!" Becky cried, "I don't want to know!"

"Afraid you might get ideas for the Boss?!" Paige teased.

"Want me to tell the girls what I found in your suitcase Bevis?" clapped back Becky.

"Oh God this is my cue to leave," Charlotte groaned.

She got to her feet and left.

Finn took off after her.

---

"I can't even look you in the eye," CHarlotte complained to the NXT Champ as he caught up with her.

"People have sex Charlotte," Finn shrugged, "I'm guarding you. If Graves even comes near you on my watch, then he will be concussed out of WWE for good."

"I'm going to the restroom," Charlotte replied, "Look...I appreciate what you're doing but I'll be fine. They'll only use that against me and all."

"Fair dos," Finn said, "You know where I am if you need me?"

He padded off to find Cody.

"Well well well," came a voice, "If it isn't the Prince of the RIng?"

"SAMI!" Finn smothered the redhead with big hugs.

"Thought I'd find you causing trouble," Sami replied, "Let me see the rock."

He grabbed Finn's hand.

"Wow, Barrett has great taste," he said, "A shame Ben couldn't take a leaf out of his book as we've only been together since 2013!"

"He might," Finn said, "Don't push him into anything Rami."

"Well I think you may need a second best man," Sami said, "Can't leave it all to Coddles."

"Yeah...about him," Finn sighed.

He so far hadn't confessed to Sami. And as far as he knew Cody hadn't. But now he was engaged, it was time to come clean about their one night.

"Fergal, I'm not sure I'm gonna like what I'm about to hear."

"You won't...but you're my second closest friend and I can't lie. About 3 weeks ago...after Raw in fact...Cody and I...well. We did the deed."

A tense silence as Sami processed this.

He was pissed.

He scowled at Finn.

"I know what you're thinking," the Irishman sighed.

"Do you? After EVERYTHING...I can't believe him. What a hypocritical bullshitter..." snarled Sami, "He still jumped on you. MEN. All of them. Oh they can be all morals until the slightest hint of a semi and then BAM. Go whichever way their pants point."

"We're men too," Finn said, "Took two to tango. I wanted it, Rami. And I was single at the time."

"He wasn't! He goes around on his soapbox all (he deepened his voice to imitate Cody) 'I hate sluts they're the lowest form of life', flashing his promise ring and wedding ring, and then fucks his best friend! I am gonna have some serious words with him."

"What's done is done," pleaded Finn, "Please don't be mad at him Sami."

"I thought we were supposed to be three Amigos?"

"You're convalescing."

"So? You can both keep your pants on when I'm not around! How you can go around with that engagement ring...Fergal...not trying to crap on your happiness but...there's me, hoping Ben will propose, whilst Cody's married and fucks around behind Eden's back..and Josh's! And there's you...your asshole's barely had a dick out of it the entire time Wade broke up with you! There was those two guys off Grindr, one of whom was a fucking Balor fan and you had to pay him off...Dillinger...and now Cody."

"We needed to," Finn persisted, "Look, I don't want you to approve..."

"Good because I do NOT."

"It was great sex. But I know that we could never have worked as a couple. He doesn't like topping...why I don't know because he is incredible at it...and also...he's too big. Like I was SORE the following day and the show that night hurt like hell. Back bumps...ouchy."

"Maybe I'm jealous," admitted Sami after another pregnant pause, "Because I couldn't go through with it."

"You treated me so good..." Finn sighed, "But I know you have never topped. I didn't want to push you to doing stuff you weren't comfortable with. I told COdy he didn't have to. But he wanted to. And my God I'm glad he did. Don't be jealous Sami. I still love you."

"How did Barrett take it?"

"Stuart wasn't surprised. Wee bit jealous but only to be expected. Cody and I...relationships slash flings are finite. Friendship is for life."

"But what about Wade?" asked Sami, "Do you reckon it'll be forever or go down in flames? I just don't want you to feel you've settled for him because you can't truly have Cody."

"I have never settled for Stuart! Part of the reason I wanted to come here was because of him!" Finn insisted, "You know I fancied him right from the Nexus days if not BEFORE! I never thought in a million years he'd propose...like I said, Cody was great fun for one night. I don't think of him sexually anymore. Not when Stuart and I are at it TWICE A DAY minimum hehehehehe. Oh have I missed him or what?! My poor arse. But I do have a video so I can remember the fun Cody and I had."

"Put it on your computer in a secure file and lock it away," Sami ordered, "Otherwise you may get temptation."

"I emailed it to myself," FInn explained, "But I kept it purely to send it to Sasha! Hehehehe. Deleting now."

He did so.

"So how's things in the bedroom...quality as well as quantity," giggled Sami.

"Every possible position...we've covered," sighed FInn, "Makes me cum every single time! If lads could get pregnant...fuck. I'd be expecting octuplets by now."

"Gross," giggled Sami, "By the way, one more thing? Did you and Cody use protection...oh God please tell me you did?!"

"We did," Finn protested, "I wanted it bare though...he did shoot all over my hole after."

"Hmmmm..." grinned Sami, "Sounds familiar. You wanted me to as well. So you may as well give me the tea on the old backstage rumour on our dear Amigo...was it Scary Movie 2 level of jizz fountain?"

"Yes...fucking hell my God," sighed Finn, "I thought he'd never stop! The sheet got stuck to me the morning after. He's like a hosepipe! When we messed about backstage that time...I literally almost choked on it when he came in my mouth."

Giggles aplenty from both boys.

"Let's go find him," Finn grabbed Sami's arm, "Amigos need to re-unite. And I need to stop him sending hole pics to Stephen Amell! Hehehehe!"

"Mind the shoulder Fergal."

---

Cody was in the locker room. In his briefs.

On the phone.

To Stephen Amell.

"You should see the NXT show, you'll be AMAZED," Cody was gushing, "The future is bright. Breeze, Owens, Finny, Bayley, Sasha...and I mean c'mon?! Thunder Liger?!"

"May do man, not up to much," Stephen replied, "Any excuse to hang out with you."

Cody giggled.

"Oh Stephen," he camped, even doing a limp wrist, "You are quite the card. Hehehehe."

"Yeah I think I'll swing by," the actor said, "MAy as well. Show some support."

"I'll be here. Meet me in the locker room."

"Awesome. LAters bro."

"Laters sexy."

Cody hung up before Stephen realised what he said.

Wow. He was THIRSTY for Arrow. Like MAJOR. His OVW self (minus the arrogance and sheer bitchiness) was back for sure.

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

He'd watched Dante's Cove just for Stephen's nude full-frontal. That cock though...mmmm.

But how could he even instigate?

He didn't care anymore. He wanted to ride that.

He always made sure to pop that booty in front of Stephen. And he KNEW Stephen was looking.

He lowered his briefs and began to jerk off.

"Ohh Stephen," he moaned, picturing them both, sweaty, backstage post-match tomorrow night, "You did so well...mmmm...yeah you can thank me by shoving that dick in my mouth...nnnnnnnnnn...let me help you get those shorts off..."

He lay back on the bench, legs open, fisting his large cock.

"Never had a brojob before Stephen?" he whimpered, lost in the fantasy, "LAy back and enjoy yourself my good man...mmmm so big..."

He was getting close fast.

"Would you like to me to sit on your face Arrow?" he mewled, "Go on boy...you never eaten man ass before? That's right...eat it like a pussy...fuck yes...mmmmm...wow you're amazing...just pretend I'm a Hollywood groupie slut...mmmmmyeah...wanna fuck it?"

Oh God now Cody was so close to exploding.

He edged once more.

He sucked two fingers..no, three, and slowly began to pleasure himself, whining, imagining it was the actor's cock.

"Ohhh STEPHEN! Big boy.."

Finn and Sami were behind the door.

"Oh my GOD..." Finn was doubled over with mirth, "The thirst is real."

"Let him be Fergal," Sami scolded, "It's his mess if he wants to fuck a guest star."

"SHould we go in?" Finn persisted.

"NO! You just want to perve."

"No. I don;t want him making an arse of himself when Amell turns him down."

"Let him at least finish off then," Sami smirked, "Otherwise he'll have blue balls...actually worse, interrupted-blue balls...and he'll be a craycray bitch from hell."

"True, c'mon, let's give him some privacy whilst he floods the room."

"FERGAL."

Sami hauled his bestie away.

Cody had been totally unaware of the eavesdropping outside and continued in with his fantasy, now totally naked and on the cold lino, going to town on his ass with his fingers whilst fiercely jerking off.

"Ohh STEPHEN...fuck me just like that...yeah...yeah! Hit my spot...OHHH YES...OHHHH!"

Cody was pressing his prostate.

"Hold my legs open...I like that...use those hips...FUCK YES...pound my boy pussy...fuck me like a chick you fucking stud...oh YES!...Oh fuck I'm gonna cum...gonna cum..."

Cody's eyes flew open and rolled back in his head as he shook with a stifled scream as his orgasm ripped through his body, spraying his abs, pecs, face, shoulders with about FIFTEEN shots.

Gasping, Cody couldn't move.

Wow. What a fantasy. He really did have the hots for Amell.

Sorry Josh.

Sorry Eden.

He hadn't cum like that from self-loving in a while.

"Wow.." he sighed.

He took a photo of his soiled figure.

Maybe send it to Stephen if the conversations continued to get flirty. Hehehe.

He got to his feet, on jelly legs still.

Clumsily he slipped his briefs back on.

---

New signing, the 20 year old Apollo Crews was just walking backstage after blowing the roof off in a blistering debut. He'd done the obligatory website video interview and was now in the mood to chill and watch the other guys and girls kill it tonight. Best birthday ever.

The SummerSlam theme, Cool For The Summer was blasting from a phone nearby.

As Apollo approached the source, he spotted that Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn were painting up NXT Champion Finn Balor.

"Hey...awesome match," Sami grinned, "They loved you. Brooklyn. Tough city."

"Thanks man," Apollo smiled, shaking Sami's hand, "Need a hand at all?"

"We got it covered, but thank you," Becky smiled.

"Can I move yet Bex?" pouted FInn.

"Not yet, keep still."

"I'M BORED!"

"Please excuse Fergal," Sami grinned, "He and Dillinger *AHEM* don't get on.."

"SO ANYHOO," cut in Finn, "Enough about the Perfect Ten and that TRAGIC manbun."

"FERGAL...not in front of new signings.." Sami reprimanded, "Set an example."

Apollo raised his eyebrows.

"Hurry up and finish me thighs SAMUEL," clapped back Finn.

Apollo pulled up a chair as Sami finished touching up the claw marks on Finn's thighs - a nod to all the times bitches on the indies called him 'Claws Devitt'. He'll show the bastards who the TRUE boss was. He was NXT Champ and riding high. What were they doing again? Playing to ten people in high school gyms. PFFFT.

"You're not Saraya Fergal so don't even try and be her," Sami scolded, "Or I will scrawl 'Insert Cock Here' above your waistband."

"So? No lies," Finn sassed, that cheeky grin through his elaborate face paint.

"Oh you are on one today," Becky huffed, "KEEP STILL FERGAL. You wouldn't think he's just gotten engaged would you?"

"Where's CODY?!"

"You always this demanding?" put in Apollo.

"God knows...I think it's his time of the month," Becky said.

"Wha-?" Apollo didn't get this, "Actually...guys, can I ask you something."

"Fire away," Sami said, deftly putting fine black outlines on the claw marks.

"What happened to Keenan? He seemed OK on the indies," Apollo began, "But before the show went on air, he tried hitting on me..and when I said no..."

"WHAT.." Sami dropped his paintbrush, "What has the little BASTARD said now?!"

"He basically told me that my career will be toast, that I'd be a flop once I hit the main roster...if I make it there."

"Did he now," Finn's eyes flashed demonically.

"Fergal. Focus on your match," ordered Becky.

"Match schmatch. Got it all worked out. I want Cody. Fetch him Bex."

"He's out in the arena. What do you want me to do, go stop the show and drag him here?!"

"Yes."

The Lass Kicker huffed and flounced away, tossing her striking, lurid locks behind her head.

"You and Stardust dating?" asked Apollo, "You're always together."

"No, they're not," Sami sighed, "But they're besties."

"EXCUSE ME," Finn piped up, "WE'RE besties. Get your facts right. Three Amigos."

Apollo was so confused right now. Wow they were weird. Like grade school kids.

---

Cody wasn't in the crowd, but talking to Tye Dillinger backstage.

"SHawn, what is this?" he remarked as Tye undid his small topknot, "What's going on here?"

"Gotta stand out," Tye replied, "Man Uhaa Nation is something huh?"

"Certainly is," Cody said, "Wish they'd stop using you as a jobber."

"I went over Crowe!" Tye retorted.

"So, you're still used to put over the newbies Shawn."

"Probably Balor's revenge. Little bitch. Why do you hang around with him?"

"Because he's my best friend Shawn."

"He's a dick. Look what he did to me! He fucking used me to get back at Barrett."

"I don't condone everything he does Shawn."

"How long have you known me man? Almost ten years! How long have you known him? About 9 months."

"I knew who he was before he signed," argued Cody, "Shawn are you jealous?"

"No!"

"You are. You're acting like he stole me from you or something."

"You fucked him. Can't believe it. Shows where your damn loyalties lie Cody."

Cody rolled his eyes. He knew they'd have to go through this eventually. He didn't want to lose his long friendship with The Perfect Ten over this Finn mess.

"You didn't have to say yes to him," he remarked, "Shawn, it takes two to tango."

"Yeah well man, haven't had any good ass in a while...he was hot and hit me up," Tye shrugged, "I know I'm a hypocrite bro..don't need you to preach. Wouldn't have minded some more of that."

"Some more of THAT?! SHAWN HE IS A HUMAN BEING! There is a person attached to that ass. A vulnerable person who's been heartbroken more times than you've had hot dinners!" raged Cody, disgusted at his friend.

"He used me, I think I can see him as a disposable cum rag," snarled Tye.

"You're being a prick Shawn. Grow the fuck up and stop licking your fucking wounds. You're more pressed he got back with Wade and is now ENGAGED."

"A week after you blew his ass open. Classy. Wonder how many side dicks he'll have during this 'engagement'. Man Barrett's one hell of a pussy."

SLAP.

Cody had heard enough and bitch-slapped Tye hard around the face.

"Fuck you Spears."

"Fuck you right back Runnels."

"You wish bitch. A manbun inverts my dick."

"You don't use it in sex anyway. You're a chick in bed."

Tye was getting turned on. Damn what he would give for one more night with Cody. He was hot as fuck sex in 2006. And Tye bet Cody was still one hell of a fuck now. He knew he should have asked Cody out when he had the chance. Now he was in some weird polyamorous thing with Eden and that shrimp Mathews whom Tye never could stand. Apart from fucking Balor that time. Pro Wrestling was one weird business.

Cody and he stared each other down.

"Man," sighed Tye after a long pause, holding his face where he'd been slapped, "You know, one of my biggest regrets was not asking you out in OVW."

"It was nine years ago Shawn. Get over it. And me."

"No need to be such a bitch about it."

"No need for you to be cunty about my best friend."

"I'm sorry..." Tye huffed, "I was out of line. You're right. Need to man up and just accept what happened."

"Yes you do. Fine. Look, sorry for hitting you."

"I'm sorry I was a dick."

"It's OK."

Cody padded over to hug him. Ooh a semi. But Cody wasn't interested in his old friend right now.

"Sure you don't want to hook up again sometime?" whispered Tye, "For old time's sake?"

"Shawn, get some self respect."

"Worth a try," Tye gave a small smile.

"If you cut off that HIDEOUS manbun, then maybe I'll consider hehehe." Another hug.

"There you are.." came an Irish accent, "I've been sent to collect you. You've been summoned."

Cody rolled his eyes as he turned to face Becky Lynch.

"What's up with him now?" he sighed.

"Just wants to see you."

"Cos Wade couldn't be here," huffed Cody, "He'll be wanting me to hold his dick when he takes a piss next. Fine. Laters Shawn."

He followed Becky along the corridors.

"Found him," she said as Sami deftly placed Finn's long headdress atop his head and sprayed his paint with a fixative, "Gassing with Dillinger."

"Oh. THAT DICK?!" spat Finn, "Where were you CODY?! I've been waiting."

"He's been crabby ALL night," Sami sighed, "Jesus Fergal, get a new tampon in."

Finn flipped Sami off before hopping off the upturned crate he'd been stood on to get painted. He fastened his title around his waist and padded to Cody.

"I won;t hug you Finny," Cody said, "Might smudge. So gurl. Why the aggro? Oh. Hey there Crews. Hot match."

"Thanks man," replied Apollo, who was still just taking in all this weirdness. The indies were not like this ever.

"Guess who tried to sink his skanky claws into Uhaa?!" spat Finn.

"Hmmmmm..." snarked Cody, "Wonder who? Whorey Graves?"

"I'd go to the announcer's desk and scalp him myself," Sami said, "But Lita's up there and it would be unbecoming."

"What's unbecoming," Finn hissed, "Is how that SKET still has a job."

"Zahra still has one," Sami added, "She's sat with Seth."

"Oh GOD...Dean will go nuclear," sighed Cody.

"Hunter's idea," Sami replied, "But YAAAAAS. Three Amigos reunited AT LAST."

"Let me take a photo then," Becky smiled, "Best poses now girls."

The Three Amigos all posed, Finn centre naturally. The queen, the Boss, Head Bitch In Charge, whatever he felt like calling himself that week, had to be in the middle!

"Not your usual pose Fergal, you'll smudge the paint," Sami said sternly.

"Oh what his 'mom have you taken the photo yet?' one?!" giggled Cody.

"Fuck you both," scowled Finn before shooting a big cheesy smile at Becky as she snapped them.

---

SummerSlam, Brooklyn, NY, 23 August

Cody, Wade, Adrian Neville and Stephen Amell were heading backstage after their match. It had gone VERY well. The actor had stolen the show.

"Well done mate," Wade shook Stephen's hand, "You killed it."

"Thanks bro," Stephen replied, "So did you guys."

"Ever considered going into this biz?" asked Adrian.

"Maybe," the actor said, "One day. Cody...thanks man for this."

COdy's eyes were glittering. He was beaming cutely.

Especially when Stephen hugged him.

"No problem," he giggled flirtatiously, "Love it when we get guests who can actually work. And I FOUGHT ARROW. I can die happy."

"I fought Dream's son," Stephen replied.

"Be my hero Arrow," Cody hissed, breaking the hug.

Wade and Neville shared a look.

"Oh bloody hell...he's so blatant," Wade complained, before he was suffocated by a Balor-Club shirt clad mass, "Oh hello love..."

"Stuart *KISS*! You *KISS* were *kiss* MAGNIFICENT!" squealed Finn, "CODY!"

"FINNY!"

BIG hugs.

Nuzzles.

"Slayed, all of you," Finn gushed, "Match of the night."

"We got Taker and Lesnar to go yet mate," chuckled Neville.

"AND THE DIVAS!" interjected Cody angrily.

"Oh...yeah...and them," Neville corrected himself.

"Go see Sami, Neville, he sent me to collect you," barked Finn, snapping his fingers, "Mush."

Face burning with loss of face, Neville stumped off to snickers from Wade and Stephen.

"You're hard on him," Stephen remarked.

"Well Sami would like him to step it up," Finn said, "Maybe...you know...get on one knee soon?"

Wade snorted and ruffled his fiance's hair.

Finn melted into him.

"I think," the Brit smirked, "We should leave these two be. Shouldn't we love?"

"Oh TOTALLY," Finn grinned naughtily, "Stephen, Cody LOVED working with you..."

"FINNY...I'll kill you.." hissed Cody.

"No you won't because I'm adorable," giggled FInn, "Come on Stuart, let's get you cleaned up."

Kisses.

"Had no idea so many wrestlers were gay," commented Stephen.

"We wear tiny trunks and touch each other for a living," Cody smiled, "We just didn't sell out to try and get over like D-Young did."

"Wow man you throw some serious shade," laughed Stephen.

"Regina George of WWE, that's me, Finny thinks he is but he'll always be two steps behind me," giggled Cody, "And I wouldn't expect you to know the word shade."

"I've been around you a lot, picked up gay lingo," Stephen smirked, "I better go shower."

"You smell nice and manly.."

SHIT. Cody covered his mouth.

Stephen paused and grinned at him.

What happens in Brooklyn...stays in Brooklyn.

"What?" Cody sucked his thumb.

"C'mon man, I'm not stupid. You've got the major hots for me."

"It's just called respect, look it up," teased Cody, shooting his cutest smile at him.

"I wasn't born yesterday...Cody."

"Well aware.." Cody ran his tongue over his smudged lip.

"You think I don't notice the subtle touching in the ring, dude.."

"What touching?" Cody teased, "It's wrestling. You need to touch your opponents."

"Stroking my crotch?"

"I'm tactile out there."

"You're certainly something man.."

"Oh am I? You charmer," Cody gushed, "I do like men with a silver tongue."

Stephen paced closer to him, not taking his eyes off the hunk in facepaint. Cody was a very, very attractive man. He'd been hit on by dudes in the industry before. But nobody as good-looking or as talented as this guy, Cody.

Stephen decided that it was now, or never. Live dangerously.

He then took Cody's face in his hands and their lips smashed together.

FUCK!

Cody was kissing fiercely back, grinding against his idol. OH WOW. Not only was he hot, talented and just generally AMAZING..he was a hypnotic kisser!

Cody broke the kiss.

"You've kissed guys before..." he breathed.

"May have in my jobbing actor days..casting couches exist."

"I'm not a casting couch. Just a fan who loves your work and enjoyed every second of this angle with you."

"I don't make out with every fan," Stephen smirked.

"Good because they'd all want to bed you after. Kiss me again you stud."

Stephen obeyed.

Cody was making the cutest squeaks at the back of his throat.

"CODY!"

They broke apart.

Paige had spotted them. And was stood glaring.

Hands on hips.

"Oh...hi Paige..." mumbled the ravenette.

"What you doing?!" spluttered Paige, "You have a wife and boyfriend."

"Nothing...just thanking Stephen for the match..." Cody mumbled, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Make out with all your opponents do you?"

"I better go man," Stephen grunted, "Laters yeah?"

"Bye.." Cody sighed, before turning to Paige and pouting, "Thanks a LOT Saraya."

"What you playing at?" spluttered the Diva Of Tomorrow, "Eden's out there whilst you're kissing Hollywood stars backstage!"

"It just happened Paige..."

"I thought Finn was just taking the piss...turns out it's true...I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I do Paige. And right now I want his dick in me. Sorry bout it."

"I won't get on my high horse," Paige sighed, "But the more important issue here is, do you really think he'd be up for it?"

"Nnnnnnn...NOT you shading my looks bitch." Cody fixed her with a HUGE pout.

"That's not what I meant...is he even, you know...into guys?"

"I felt movement," Cody replied, "And that tongue...fuck...I almost did a sex wee in my mevlar...OH GOD I JUST DID A FINNY!"

Paige burst into laughter.

"His IMPACT," she giggled, "You and him are literally becoming the same person. Watch he doesn't shave and shape his eyebrows...single white male alert."

"I don't think that'll happen! For starters I don't stan for Taylor Swift as much as he does," Cody grinned.

"Surprised he didn't scalp you for touching up Wade in the entrance," teased Paige.

"I bet he whopped it out and started stroking it right there though," Cody clapped back, "Messy queen."

"Pot meet kettle!" snorted Paige.

"I'll crawl across thumbtacks, rusty ones at that, to feast on Stephen's body," Cody sighed, "Omigod Paige, he is SO HOT. He turns me on more than you turned on Rosa."

"Well..." giggled Paige, "I did consider..."

"YOU WERE GOING TO CHEAT ON SUMMER?!"

"You think gay rules only apply to men? I've been in all girl threesomes before.." Paige smirked.

"Oh have you now? Lord don't tell Sami..."

"Oh I have no intention."

"So. Rosa hey? Hehehehe."

"Spicy Latina. She seems like she'd be very sensual...Dan...I mean, ahem, Summer...also reckons she might be hot in bed."

"Stop bullshitting Paige. You went there didn't you?" giggled Cody.

"We may have. And we had a very hot night. She's sooo hot," sighed Paige, "She knows how to treat a girl. Two girls."

"ANd now she's expecting, I used to hate her but she came to me like 2 years ago to apologise and we cleared the air," Cody said, "She's been through a lot of crap and I'm happy for her. So you and Summer have your eye on anyone else? Hehehe. Spill this tea Paige."

"Well...both of us REALLY fancy Brie."

"Off limits though."

"I know...*sigh*...however, her fearless sister seems pretty keen on your wife."

"You think I haven't noticed?" sassed Cody, "Paige, you should know I see EVERYTHING around here. I don't know why Brandi doesn't just go for it. Nikki's hot, CAN WRESTLE and has all the AJ stans SO pressed."

"Ugh let's not lower the tone by mentioning Little Miss Bitchface. Nikki can't be satisfied just bearding Cena."

"Especially when Randalyn shades her all the time. The big flat-assed bitch. Jealous because Nikki's booty game is on fleek. So. Anyone else on the diva rosters apart from Becky and Rosa on your bedpost?"

"Nope, just those two and of course Dan...AHEM...Summer."

"Paige you can call her by her real name, she's your girlfriend and you're one of my besties. She changed her Instagram name to her actual name."

"I know but we're at work...Dean was asking for you by the way."

"Oh HOORAY he remembers I exist at last!"

"I think he might want to ask stuff. Thats why I'm here."

"And you should go back to preparing to slay those dickweed smarks later. Off you pop Paigey-poo."

"Alright, alright. Dean's in the locker room. Laters trouble. Don't do anything me or the queen wouldn't do."

"Well as Finny is the queen around here that doesn't leave me much hehehehe. Byeeee!"

Paige sashayed away.

---

Cody padded to the locker room to find Dean. It had been an absolute age since they'd even talked. Dean was always with Seth at work now. Which was fine, but Cody did miss them hanging out. Dean was always so good for backstage tea.

Inside the locker room, Seth Rollins was pulling on his white sleeveless top. His attire for his match with John was the same as his regular, only bright white instead the usual metallic jet.

"White tiger!" Cody boomed as he walked in.

Seth was the SPIT of Tommy the white Power Ranger.

"Ha. Ha. HAA!" snarked Seth, "You must be what, the fifteenth person to have said that."

"Looks hot," Cody remarked.

"Doesn't he just...oh hi Codes.." Dean grinned. In just a black, yellow and red Andrew Christian Coolflex Freedom jock. Serving gratuitous plates of ASS.

"Holy AMBOOTY.." gasped Cody, "Dean you can't wear that at WORK!"

"Yes I can," Dean grinned, "Try and stop me."

Seth rolled his eyes.

"His credit cards are sewn into this until the show is over," Seth sighed, but he wasn't about to deny he was enjoying the view of Dean's ass.

"Signed by Sean Zevran," Dean declared.

"And I have no idea who that is," groaned Seth.

"One of the Trophy Boys," Dean said, as though Seth was an idiot.

"Why don't you give it up and be a Trophy Boy already?" Cody giggled.

"I met one in Florida, he told me I would need a hair cut, veneers, botox and jaw shaving to even be considered," Dean said bitterly.

"Why didn't you tell me so I could break his fucking legs?!" snarled Cody, "Pressed because you're hot AND talented as opposed to just being able to twerk. I mean c'mon, your ass isn't thirsted over on TUmblr for nothing. So Dean. Why have you been ignoring me?"

"Because..." Dean mumbled.

"Jonny..." growled Seth, "Your idea. You can tell him. Dude is supposed to be one of your best buds."

"What's up Dean?"

"I...er...heard about you and Balor."

"Thought so. Dean...things happen we can't control. It was a one off thing.."

"When I had a crush on you, you turned me down. Am I not good enough. Sorry I'm not Irish and generically hot."

"Jonny.." huffed Seth, before turning to Cody, "He takes so much shit personally."

"Dean, gonna be cruel to be kind. Build a bridge and get over it. Finny and I are close. Deal with it. Doesn't mean I'm gonna cut you out. I don't just make friends with hotties."

"Not cool," snarled Seth, squaring up to him, offended.

Dean looked so hurt.

Cody was now removing gold boot from mouth. Fuck. Badly worded.

"What I meant was," he sighed, "I'm friends with people because I LIKE THEM AND THEIR PERSONALITIES. Finny was single.."

"You're not!" Dean retorted.

"Open relationship," Cody corrected him, "It was fun, but that's it. I'm not dating him. He and Wade are engaged."

"Yeah we were at that Raw," snarked Dean,"You know, my boyfriend being WWE World Heavyweight CHampion and all."

"Dean don't...let's not fall out over something so fucking petty," pleaded COdy, "I miss you. And anyway, you look hot as fuck. Dat booty.."

"No visible support, you should get some," Dean smiled after an awkward silence.

"I may do, Seth would you mind giving us some privacy?"

Seth raised his hand and sauntered out the locker room.

Cody pulled Dean down next to him.

"This is getting interesting," Dean smiled.

"Stop it," Cody sighed, "I uh...well...have my eyes on another."

"Oh really? Let me guess. Starts with Stephen and ends with Amell?"

"Oh my GOD..am I that obvious?"

"I could see your boner clear as day out there," Dean smirked, "You were eyefucking him every chance you got."

"Isn't he just DREAMY?!" moaned Cody, "Oh...and uh...hehehehehe...he's one HOT kisser."

"YOU MADE OUT WITH AMELL?!" gasped Dean.

"Yep. And almost jizzed the mevlar. Fuck. He's almost Joshy-level."

"Hotter than Josh. No tea no shade."

"Joshy's a different kind of hot. Stephen is Hollywood hot. I defy any man to have as much girth as Joshy."

"You brag so much I am curious...I bet you've shown Balor."

Cody rolled his eyes.

"You wanna see what Joshy hid in those suits? And Lay shorts?"

"May as well. You've all seen Sethie's cock."

"OK...hehehehe." Cody reached into the mevlar and pulled out his phone. Scroll, browse...ahh..the Josh nudes, much jerked off over, "Take a look at that slab of Indiana man meat Dean."

Dean's eyes widened.

"Fuck. He does pack heat for a shortie."

"Yup."

"So you weren't just faking the bragging."

"Nope. Hehehehe. He tore my hole in two the first time we fucked...man..he was just like nobody I've ever been with before or since."

"Not even Balor? Who bottomed?"

"Finny. Duh. He's an even bigger bottom than me."

"Wow."

"He says I was too big. Lots of lube and poppers it took. But it was good sex. For him more than me to be honest. For someone as slutty as Finny his bussy was pretty damn tight."

"He's always exercising though," Dean remarked, "Actually, I'm not that jealous. I couldn't top."

"Well you're spoilt with a stud like Seth."

"And EVERYONE assumes Sethie's this dirty bottom whore just cos his pants are right. Like, HELLO, have you not seen ME?"

"You don't look like a bottom Dean. Hehehehe."

"Hey you haven't seen me in trunks lately."

"I'd like to. So would the fangirls."

"Nope. Did you know Colby's booked me a photoshoot this year for my 30th?"

"No...what for?"

"Underwear modelling. Gonna do it out in Arizona by the Canyon. Same photographer who's worked for Andrew Christian. Hence why I prefer Andrew. And because I have a discount code."

"GIMME THAT CODE IMMEDIATELY AMBROSE."

"May do. By the way I get the Diva photoshoot snapper to do some portfolio shots on the sly."

"Lemme see."

"I'll show you tomorrow. On my Macbook."

"That what you wanna do? Underwear modelling? I thought you would live and die for wrestling Dean?"

"I will. But what if I get a career-ending injury tonight? Tomorrow? Next week? Gotta have something to fall back. You should go into that too man. I mean, c'mon, you look like a Fitch model. Andrew would employ you. Dat ass and legs."

"I'm 30 Dean. Too old for his tastes. I love his underwear but he values the twink. Maybe my Dashing or Priceless era would have suited it better. Anyhoo, that should be your thing. I'd be copying you. You should let me style you for your birthday shoot."

"Stylist included," Dean grinned.

"Fine, next dot com moonlight shoot. Straighten those tousled locks. Trim that scruff. You'd be HOT."

"Too nice," Dean sighed.

"Anyhoo, looking at Joshy's nudes is getting me restless. Imma have to change out this mevlar before I get rapped for indecency. Hehehe."

He padded over to his corner to find his tee and jeans.

"What if Amell's D game is better than Josh?" Dean said as Cody changed.

"I want to find out," Cody moaned, "He just looks like an amazing top. I bet he's scored likea billion chicks in Hollywood. More he shaded me on Twitter, more I got turned on. I want him to bend me over and rape me. And then I want to ride his dick. Before finishing off in missionary when he fucks the cum right outta me."

"Damn you are thirsty as hell for him. So what underwear?"

"I think this Trophy Boy Peek-A-Boo jock would suffice? He can rip it off with his teeth."

Cody flashed the booty. Always hot underwear for pay-per-views. Good luck and all that.

He pulled his jeans over them.

"You better go make Seth look on point Dean. Though put some pants on. Stephanie and Hunter may not appreciate the Ambooty as much as the rest of us. Actually...Dean, wait up."

"What?"

"I forgot to ask...I feel bad...erm...how did you feel about them making Seth sit next to ZaHerpes last night."

"I FUCKING HATED IT!" exploded Dean, startling Cody, "Oh my GOD, seriously, I want that racist homophobic cunt fired ASAP. She was flirting with Colby ALL night. I'm not having no Neo Nazi stick insect with a cheap ass weave going NEAR my man! She'll infect him by touching!"

"Neo nazi?"

"You'll LOVE this Codes."

Dean padded back over to Cody, pulling him to sit down, before reaching for his phone. He had Zahra Schreiber's Instagram up.

"Oh going back through this is interesting," he said, "Look at this. And this."

Cody raised his eyebrows as Dean continued to show him stuff. Very controversial stuff. Stuff that would have one fired.

"Whoa..." he breathed.

"Yep, I've screengrabbed as much as I can and sent it to Hunter, Steph, Vince, Hayes, Carrano...anyone I can," Dean replied, "I want that whore gone."

"So do most of WWE and fans, True Ring Rat Dirt's back up again."

"I know. I sent them these. I know it's a shit rag of a site but they'll expose her for what she is."

"Dean you are the best at getting the tea on people. If only Rat Skank or Maddox had stuff like that."

"Oh I sent their shading of Charlotte to the powers that be too. Hunter said that he can't do anything about it without proof it was them."

"We need to catch them on Diva Dirt or Heartbreakers and take a photo or something. Maybe video them."

"Pay someone they wouldn't suspect would out them," Dean replied, "Man...I miss doing stuff like this with you."

"I'm always here Dean. Now mush. Go make Seth look flawless for his big match."

"Laters Codes."

"DEAN! PANTS!"

"Oh whoops."

Dean pulled on his discarded ring jeans. Now he looked more like the Dean Ambrose the fans out there knew. He left to go catch up with Seth.

---

Cody was in his hotel room. Keeping it casual, playing it cool. But damn this hardon just refused to go down. He'd debated whether to answer the door in the jock or cover up. He'd settled on covering up. And wondering if Eden and Nikki were having a good time. He hoped Eden would have a little fun with Divas Champion, they did seem to get on extremely well, especially on nights out. Took Nikki's focus from haters and her sister getting too sozzled.

He'd been on Skype to Josh to talk about the show, naturally, and Josh had been getting him all wound up with speculation on what Stephen would be like in bed...if they ended up in bed. It could have been just a post-match adrenaline-fuelled kiss.

So Cody decided to get his Arrow comics out, maybe snatch a few autographs, get some beers on and hang out. He was part excited kid, part super-thirsty groupie.

And because his last sex with a man was FInn...he was DESPERATE to bottom again. He was a born bottom. But Stephen was mostly straight...so Cody might have to play educator on how to please a man.

A knock at the door.

"It's open," he called.

Stephen Amell sauntered in, looking HOT AS FUCK in some bro shorts, a Balor Club tee (Cody rolled his eyes) and a backturned Snapback. Dude bro from head to foot. And all the hotter for it.

"Hey," Cody grinned.

"Sup man," Stephen replied, "Sorry, got mobbed."

"Only to be expected hehehehe, you slayed."

"Weren't too bad yourself bro."

Cody got to his feet, his lounge shorts tenting. No way he could hide his excitement. He padded to the minibar and pulled out two beers, uncapping them and handing one to the actor.

"Hardgoing this wrestling stuff," Stephen remarked, "2am and still wired."

"Welcome to the road," Cody smiled, "I er...would you mind signing my Arrow issues?"

"Course man, kinda cute how you're still a big fanboy.."

Stephen fished a Sharpie out his pocket and began to sign all the comics Cody presented him.

It was nice and casual at first, discussion about Arrow, the movies, the e-comics...what was better, all totally geeky stuff. Cody was TOTALLY nerding out and fangirling at the same time and it certainly distracted him from the fact that he had a serious hottie in his hotel room that had kissed him earlier.

Conversation moved to the pay per view itself, and in the middle of dissecting the Cesaro and Kevin Owens match, Stephen began to shuffle closer to Cody, draining his third beer bottle of the night.

"Fancy another?" Cody grinned.

"Actually man.." Stephen began, reaching over to stroke Cody's pretty face, "Man...anyone told you how pretty you are?"

Cody giggled adorably.

"The teeth are veneers, I had a big gap," he tittered, going pink, both from the flirting and the beer, "I had a very bad lisp..still do. Took speech therapy to cure it."

"Wouldn't know man, you control it well. And you're one of the best actors in this company. I know you did Warehouse 13 a few years ago."

"And my boyfriend STILL rips me for that. I'd like to go into acting at some point. Obviously play a Marvel or DC character though."

"I know many agents man. I could get you connected."

"Could you? So sweet."

Cody shuffled closer to him.

"Wanna talk about another event that happened earlier?" he purred.

"What event? You mean when I did this?" Stephen began to kiss Cody passionately. Cody was kissing right back, making those super-cute squeaks again. He could kiss this hunk all day. Especially when OH GOD Stephen's hand wandered up his shorts to stroke his thigh.

"You have HOT ass legs.." Stephen groaned, "I did dig your old no-kneepads look."

"So did many men. Wanna see the legs better?"

Cody shimmied out of his shorts. Stephen's eyes flew straight to the jock. Bulging. Fuck the guy was hung. The actor was feeling out his depth. He'd gotten this far though..

"Come here," moaned Cody, pulling the actor ontop and fiercely kissing him, grinding against him, fumbling to take the other man's shirt off. Stephen's back was bruised.

"Oh Stephen.." Cody sighed.

"Battle scars man, I can cope." the actor purred.

Stephen on instinct began to kiss Cody's neck - the ravenette's kryptonite.

"OHHH STEPHEN!"

"Like that do ya?"

"Uh huh. Love my neck being kissed. Don't stop!"

Cody was in heaven already...Stephen was caressing inside his leg, as though he was a girl, as that was what he was used to. And Cody was SO bottom he WELCOMED it! Though some attention to his constricted cock would be nice! Stephen began to peck down those ripped pecs, those glorious shredded abs, before finally being faced with the waistband of the jock.

"Take it off boy...with your TEETH," hissed Cody.

Stephen, in alien territory but too horny to stop, bit on the waistband.

Cody changed his mind. He pushed Stephen's head away and then rolled over onto all fours, and Stephen was faced with that amazing, smooth as silk, bubble ass and those beautiful feminine thighs.

"Your ass is something else," sighed the actor, spanking it lightly, "I've not seen many chicks with hotter asses than this."

"Worship it if you like, I love having it played with."

"You take it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good cos I've never let anyone go near mine."

"It's ok sweetie. I am as bottom as you'll get."

"Want me to eat you out?"

"Yeah..." moaned Cody, "I'm all freshly showered. Go for it stud. Imagine I'm some Hollywood ho's pussy...OHHHHHMYGOSH...you STUD...HUNK! FUCK YES STEPHEN..."

THe guy was AMAZING! He had definitely eaten ass before...or at least enjoyed going down on women. Cody pushed back into his face and wiggled his booty...making the cheeks clap.

"FUCK man you are SO hot.."

"Been told. Now take my jock off stud."

SLAP. The elastic snapped against Cody's smooth skin before the actor helped him out of it.

"By the way," gasped Cody, "That's now yours. A present to remember me by."

"That's so fucking hot. Our little secret."

"Big secret Stephen. Lemme see what you got.."

"You've jerked off over Dante's Cove man.." chuckled the handsome actor, turning Cody around and finally seeing that impressive cock in its hard glory. SHIT the guy was HUNG.

"Come on Stephen, I'm dying here. Need to see that dick in person."

Stephen straddled him and Cody yanked those shorts and Calvin Klein boxers down. MMMMMM. What a nice big cock.

"FUCK..." hissed the actor as that magical, talented mouth engulfed every inch as Cody got to work, getting what he craved. How could he have EVER imagined he'd have Stephen fucking Amell, ARROW, in his hotel room, with his cock down his throat?! He could die happy now! And now it was time to impress. He hit Stephen with his best oral techniques, licking down the shaft, lapping at the tip, humming, before finally deep throating flawlessly, showing off that lack of gag reflex he was known for. He expertly played with the actor's balls.

"MAN...oh man you'd make a killing in Hollywood just sucking dick.."

"Prefer to show off my other assets first," beamed Cody, releasing Stephen from his mouth and kissing the V-lines, "That's one nice cock."

"Man...I've never sucked a guy off."

"Not even some bent director?"

"Nope."

"Just mind the teeth and try and breathe through your nose.." whimpered Cody as Stephen wriggled down his body, "OHhhh man...good boy...fuck yes..."

Stephen couldn't cope. The guy was too hung. He preferred rimming a dude, he decided.

"Lift your legs man," he growled.

Cody obeyed him instantly. Oh FUCK YES. Stephen's tongue game was ON POINT. He writhed and whimpered as the actor truly ate him out once more.

"Ohhh...ohhh fuck yes...don't stop...don't stop...wait...Stephen...I...you wanna fuck me?"

Stephen looked up. The pretty face was etched in need.

"Have you...any...rubbers man?"

Cody thought. Shit. But then he did buy a pack for when he and Finn got it on. In his bag still...if he remembered correctly.

"Bag," he whimpered, "Hurry.."

Stephen found Cody's sports bag and began to rummage. Mmmmm. Cody was idly touching himself as he watched the hot actor hunt. YUM. YUM. He was SO lucky. A STRAIGHT (mostly) actor was about to fuck him. Would it be as good as his fantasy from earlier?

At last, Stephen located the open pack of Durex and also Cody's lube (not much left). He tore a sachet open with his teeth and kneeled down between those open long legs. Cody legit had the hottest legs he'd seen on a guy. Some women would kill for legs like that.

He used his free hand to stroke Cody's entrance as he rolled the condom on.

"Ohhhh..." whimpered Cody.

"Can't believe I'm about to fuck a pro wrestler.." grunted Stephen, uncapping the lubricant and coating himself.

"I can't believe Arrow is about to fuck me.." whined Cody, "By the way...I don't hiss in bed. Hehehehe." He rested his slim ankles on the actor's thick shoulders as Stephen lined up. He'd done anal with women before so this wasn't totally alien..

"OWWWW..." Cody hissed, "You have to prep me too!"

"Sorry man...rookie mistake..." Stephen pulled out.

"It's OK." Cody leaned up for some kisses.

Stephen coated two fingers with lube and began to finger Cody, enjoying the cute little screams that now left the raven-haired man's throat. MMMMM. EVen his FINGER game was perfect!

When he decided his opponent was prepped enough...he tried once more, Cody's smooth thighs against his torso...

"Ohhh..." Cody let out a small noise of pain on entry but allowed Stephen fully inside him, "Good man...good man...Ahhh...!"

"Fuck man...that ass is TIGHT.."

Cody clenched with a wicked smile.

"FUCK.." growled Stephen.

"You're about to have the fuck of your life. Be my HERO..." snarled Cody, before hissing Stardust-style.

Stephen looked freaked out as Cody pulled him close, arms locking around his neck. But then he'd be a fool to think Cody just lay there and took it.

And actually..that was fucking hot.

"Fuck me Stephen," Cody whispered in his ear.

Stephen began to do so, using his athletic hips to pound that smooth, firm bubble ass, and instantly COdy cried out in pleasure.

"OHH! OHH! Ahhh...ahhh...ahh.."

"LIke that?"

"Just like that...SO GOOD...ahhh..ahhhh...ahhhh...oh Stephen you stud...don't stop now!"

"Sounds like *grunt*...you haven't been fucked in a while man.."

"I haven't...I needthis...ohmygosh...ahhh ahhh..."

Stephen was fucking loving this. Totally new territory. A dude that fucked him right back. Cody was more like a chick than any other casting director the actor may, or may not have had to fuck for a part..

He leaned down and kissed Cody's soft pouty lips.

Cody mewled in his mouth.

He stared into Stephen's eyes.

THe actor shot him a loving smile.

Cody smiled back.

"Stephen...you're *SCREAM*...amazing!"

"SO are you man...fuck.."

"Then you can go harder...I can take it. Wreck me stud. Ruin me."

With a masculine growl, Stephen threw the raven-haired cutie onto his back and held his legs wide open.

"YES! I love being fucked like this!"

"DO ya man? Do ya?"

"FUCK YEAH. Make me scream Arrow."

So Stephen began to pound Cody like some cheap Hollywood hustler, the wrestler's screams filling the room and going straight to the actor's cock. Fuck YES! He should have made a move on Cody WEEKS AGO! What a hot little slut he was!

"STEPHEN...stop *AHHH*...stop a minute..."

"What's up...am I hurting you?" gasped Stephen.

"Uh uh...film this!"

Cody had the naughtiest grin.

Stephen smirked.

"Never wanna forget this.." he handed his phone to Cody who lustfully began to video them fucking as the actor resumed his hard and fast rhythm.

Cody made sure to hold the phone above so his face was visible...before filming Stephen...and handing it to the actor so he could film his cock going in and out of that ass.

"Man...roll over...I want to fuck that ass doggie."

"NO! Keep going like this!"

Cody yanked Stephen back towards him using his powerful strength, his thick arms possessively wrapping round the actor's neck...his nails digging into Stephen's already-abused back.

"FUCK!" the actor cried in pain.

"You're...the best I've had in ages.."

Kisses.

SPANK.

"Oh STEPHEN!"

Another spank.

Wow.

Stephen was SO into this now! Cody was just a complete mess. DOn't stop. Please don't ever stop. Cody didn't want this fuck to end! His prostate was taking such a battering. Stephen hadn't taken long to find his spot. Oh no sir. He'd had GAY men who'd taken longer to truly please him!

"Ohhh Stephen..so close..."

"You gonna nut? You haven't been jerking off?"

"I can cum without it. You're *GASP*...gonna *MOAN*...get an education..in *SQUEAL* gay...*MOAN*...sex.."

"You're such a chick...fuckin'hot bro.."

"Been told. Now shut up and make me scream!"

Stephen once more threw COdy down hard and held his legs open, truly going for it this time, both men soaked in sweat. Cody began to scream shamelessly, not caring if the whole of Brooklyn heard him. He was SUCH a slut for this man's cock. A straight married HOLLYWOOD STAR! What a coup.

Stephen was fucking loving how noisy Cody was. FUck yeah! Told him he was good! Told him he could screw a dude well.

"DOn't...STOP...fucking ...amazing...dick...so...close...ahhh...ahhh...ohmygosh...gonna...oh STEPHEN!"

COdy was so close...he couldn't help it. His ass was so sore...he could feel that pulling behind his abs...oh fuck he couldn't hold it...he was convulsing...he let out the loudest scream yet as he threw his head back and his cock erupted all over his body...Stephen gobsmacked at the sheer AMOUNT and how hard it left the hunk beneath him...

"Ahhh...ahh..." Cody was totally spent. What a fucking stud. What a man.

Stephen was close himself...he'd not expected Cody to cum first...hands free...how hot was that...fuck...oh God...he was going to...

"Gonna..."

"PULL OUT!" screamed Cody.

Stephen edged as hard as he could.

He pulled out.

"All over my fucking face," snarled Cody, grabbing his phone to capture this moment on electronic video forever.

---

The morning after for Raw, was one of several hangovers.

The Plastics had all decided to meet for breakfast regardless.

At the table in the hotel restaurant, was Paige, Summer Rae and Dean Ambrose. No Cody.

No Finn.

"Nice to see you back Dean," Paige remarked.

"Had a chat with Codes," Dean replied, "Straightened shit out."

"So where's Rollins today?" teased Summer.

"Under the covers, I'm letting my double-champ rest," grinned Dean, "Nice to have the US Belt back in our bedroom."

"Surprised he had anything left to use on you after the match with John," teased Paige.

"Colby always has time for me after a show," Dean smirked, "Oh look, there's Balor."

"MORNING!" camped Finn, flashing his engagement ring of course, "Oh. Where's Coddles."

Pout.

"Assumed you'd know," Paige snarked.

"Probably getting Arrowed," Finn sassed.

Paige shifted guiltily.

"Is it for real or a joke? Raya you better tell me this tea!" Summer ordered.

"Oh its real," Dean smirked, "Way he was talking last night. Amell made out with him."

"He did, I walked in on them," Paige confirmed.

"HE WHAT?! I MISSED THIS!" Finn squealed.

"You were busy with your fiance," Paige grinned, "Oh LOOK. Speak of the devil."

Cody had appeared. With an entourage. He was arm-in-arm with Stephen Amell.

Eden was arm in arm with Nikki Bella.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasss." Finn was in full on camp this morning. Coffee plus sex with Northern lad fiance...and the possibility of ripping his bestie to shreds..

"Nikki went there..." gasped Paige.

"Only a matter of time," Summer teased, "SUrprised it took them this long. I called it at Cena's birthday."

"Morning," Cody grinned, "Paige that's a nice bedhead you're sporting...OOOOFFF."

Finn had leapt onto him.

"Don't break him," Eden giggled.

"Oh I think Arrow already did," Nikki chimed on.

"Shush you.." Eden was being very coy.

Stephen was a bit unsure how to take all of this. He'd stayed the night in Cody's room...well the epic sex plus show had taken it out of him. But this morning...well...round two. This time taking Cody from behind. Just as hot as the first time. Cody's jock was buried in his suitcase.

But he was uncomfortable with all Cody's wrestling friends knowing about it.

"The Rhodes and their harem," teased Paige, "Nicole. I need all the tea."

"Later you," Nikki grinned, "How's your back?"

Paige was in considerable pain after the Alabama Slammer onto the outside matting. So Summer had done 'all the work' last night ;)

"She spent all night on it," Cody grinned, "What? Only doing what Sami inevitably will do..."

"Where is Samuel anyway?" Paige asked.

"I knocked the door and heard moans," Finn grinned, "Neville must be catching up."

"I gotta...make a call," Stephen grunted, "I'll catch you later man.."

"Of course Stephen," simpered Cody, "Thank you. For everything. And I mean..everything."

"No sweat man, I had fun. ENjoyed every minute," smiled the actor, and to Cody's joy, took the pretty face and kissed him on the lips. He nodded at all the others before departing.

"YOU.." Cody was hauled into his seat by Finn who instantly climbed onto his lap (oww..his arse was sore...so was Cody's!), "Spill the tea immediately bitch."

"Yes. I need it," Eden smirked.

"HEY!" pouted Cody, "Joshy needs to know.."

"He can wait, I want to know first."

"Yes Cody, you owe it to us," Paige grinned.

"Especially as you were bragging to me last night," added Dean.

"And you best tell us before Sasha shows up," Nikki chimed in.

"YES," Finn grinned, "Or she'll accuse you of 'cheating on me'!"

"I bet she's watching the video of you two again," PAige grinned, "Maybe it's what gets her and Becky in the mood."

"SHUT UP," Cody hissed.

"So GURL," Finn camped. He was way too hyper today. More like 14 than 34. But anyway.

"Fine, last night Stephen came to my room for beers and hangout," Cody began, "And then...he autographed some of my comics."

"Fangirl," snarked Paige.

"Oh shut up Saraya," Finn cut in.

Paige flipped him off.

He did it right back.

"Anyhoo," Cody continued, "We started kissing again...and then the clothes just...fell off. And then...hehehehehe..." He covered his mouth cutely.

"BORING!" FInn camped.

"Yes, don't leave out the best bits!" complained Paige.

"He can eat ass like a champ," sighed Cody, "Couldn't handle sucking me off though."

"Not surprised," Finn added, "You're huge."

"SSSSSSSSSSSSH Finny. Anyhoo. He loved me doing it to him. And then...hehehehe...well...I was on my back having my assgina murdered by Arrow. What. A. STUD. He's AMAZING. And then this morning...hehehehe...I bent over and got Arrowed again. I could barely walk earlier."

Eden bashed her head on the table. TOO. MUCH. INFO!

"Any pics?" grinned Finn.

"You're not seeing them," pouted Cody.

"Yes I am...YOINK." He snatched Cody's phone, tapped in 2511 and browsed the camera roll. Mmmmm. HOT AS FUCK. He was drooling.

Luckily the sound was off.

He showed Paige. Who then showed Summer. Who then showed Nikki. Who then showed Cody's WIFE.

"Next time, I'm joining in," Eden grinned.

"BRANDI," Cody giggled, before nicking her phone, tapping in 3006 and browsing. Ooooooohhhh. Interesting.

"Nice WhatsApp conversation hehehehhe," he giggled.

"LET ME SEE," Paige demanded.

"No," Cody said, "Private."

"Oh come on," whined the raven-haired Brit.

"Nope. Maybe in a few weeks," Eden exchanged a look with Nikki who blushed.

"Anyone for coffee?" piped up Dean.

"Lovely, thanks Dean," teased Paige.

The Lunatic Fringe rolled his eyes and reluctantly took coffee preferences from the table and padded over to the front to order.

---

At another table, the 'anti Plastics' brigade were gathered AKA the Manly Men. Wade Barrett, Sheamus, Cesaro and John Cena (Randy had some media to do this morning).

"So this is your last Raw for a bit?" John was saying.

"Yup, ain't gonna miss you twats one bit," smirked Wade.

"You'll be missing one in particular," grinned Sheamus, "Is lover boy going with you?"

"Seeing as he's bloody NXT CHamp, he's stuck here, wouldn't mind if he had dropped it to Owens," huffed Wade, "Trust me, I've been given the puppy dog eyes and sad face way too many times already this week. He bloody KNEW I was doing this movie."

"Can't blame him," added Cesaro, "Just got engaged and now he can't get laid for a few months."

"Oh he really looks like he's missing you at the moment Barrett," smirked John, gesturing to Finn who was on Cody's lap.

"Up yours Cena," snarled Wade, "Or you ain't coming to the wedding."

"Set a date yet?" asked Sheamus.

"Early days, but in talks with the future father in law," Wade replied, "We're definitely gonna have it in County Wicklow somewhere. Think its best, bloody nice over there and he's such a home bird."

"And now gay marriage is legal in Ireland, well timed," Sheamus put in, "As second best man I am in charge of the bar and reception."

"Oh gosh, how utterly surprising," John teased, "Where's the reception then? Some Irish country pub?"

"I'm sure you can invite the Duchess Of Fuzzybottoms and bring your tutu," clapped back Wade to sniggers from all, even John. The big hulk could always laugh at himself; "Legit cannot get over how much you sounded like Stephen Fry."

Sheamus snorted.

"Where the BLOODY HELL is Neville, I'm getting hungry," Wade continued.

"There he is, Zayn's got him in a lead and collar," John spotted the Geordie.

"Wouldn't surprise me if zats vot zeyre into," Cesaro said, with a wicked smile at his Irish beau.

"No Claude. You are not getting into puppy play because Fandango will be all over that," spat Sheamus, "He might like it. But I'm not."

"Shame. I can just see you in a pup mask and tail butt plug O'Shaughnessy," teased John.

Wade howled with laughter.

"Oh FUCK OFF," Sheamus hissed as Adrian Neville wandered over.

"Morning lads," he said, taking a seat, "What's new?"

"Discussing puppy play," John grinned, "And speculating whether Zayn has you on a leash."

"SHUT UP CENA. At least my fella has an ARSE."

"You are so lucky Randal isn;t here," teased John.

"I'm GLAD he's not," Wade grinned.

"Who's the final seat for then?" asked Sheamus.

"My tag partner," Adrian said, "I can't see him enjoying hanging out with that lot can you?"

He gestured to the Plastics, where Cody and Finn were currently enveloping Sami ina huge group hug.

Wade smirked.

"What's funny Stuey?" asked Sheamus.

"Nothing. Oh. Alright mate." Wade nodded at Stephen Amell who slid into the final empty seat.

"Sup," Stephen said, "Thanks for inviting me man."

"No probs," Adrian said, "Thought you could use some like minded folk."

"Where were ya last night anyway?" asked Wade, "We had beers out for you."

"Ah," Stephen mumbled, "Got..uh...called away. Agent."

"Bollocks," Wade said, "You were in Stardust's lair."

"HOW DID YOU...JESUS..." sighed Stephen, "Has he told the whole freaking roster?!"

"Oh. So something DID happen?!" Adrian cried.

"Oh come on mate, how thick are you?" chortled Wade, "I saw Cody's mitts all over him. You're telling me they hung back after the match to discuss comics?!"

"What the hell? HAve I missed something?!" spluttered Sheamus.

"Oh yes," Wade smirked triumphantly, "This fella here, and my tag partner.."

"Have been up all night shagging...is NOTHING sacred here?!" groaned Adrian, facepalming, "Jesus I hope Rami doesn't find out, he'll get on his soapbox. AGAIN."

"So you got to screw Regina George, you are one privileged man," teased John, "But I am not surprised. Even I could see the eyefucking."

"I was too busy worrying about being trolled by those dicks in the stands," Sheamus scoffed, "I bet Randy was fun to be with last night."

"Don't. He was bitching about all the divas something chronic," John sighed, "I sent him to media to use a breather."

"You have got a brain then," Wade teased, before turning to Amell, "So mate. Was it worth it?"

"Yeah.." Stephen said, "Certainly made this thing memorable. What happens in Brooklyn stays though, right?"

"We won't tell, the road stories we know could fill a book," Sheamus said, "Just don't believe every gossip site."

"He uh..gave me his jockstrap as a present," Stephen confessed.

"Oh BLOODY HELL.." groaned Sheamus, "Hope he washed it first."

"Yep, sounds like him," Wade teased, "Just don't wear it around the wife."

"I'm stashing it somewhere private," Stephen whispered, "But damn. Screwing dudes is hot."

"Preaching to the choir mate," Wade deadpanned.

"So all of ya?" Stephen raised an eyebrow.

"Yup," John Cena said, "Nicole is my beard."

"Who seems to have an interest in Stardust's beard..." Cesaro grinned.

"So you and Orton?" Stephen persisted.

"Actually he goes by Randy Cena on legal stuff now," John smiled, "And obviously, you know King Of The Ring is engaged to Prince Devitt."

"I met your other half last night," Stephen said to Adrian, before turning to Sheamus and Cesaro, "So what about you guys?"

Cesaro pecked Sheamus' cheek and put an arm around him.

"Zat answer your question Arrow?"

"Wow," Stephen breathed.

---

Back at the Barclays Center for Raw, the show so far had been memorable, most notably with a surprise return for the Dudley Boyz.

However, at this moment, the Divas match and MizTV segment had just finished.

The atmosphere as all six women involved went backstage was not good. The crowd had chewed them up and spat them out. Chanting relentlessly for Sasha, doing a Mexican Wave and chanting 'we are awesome'. Miz had been absolutely LOVING it. YAAAS BROOKLYN! He and Brad Maddox were waiting to stick the boot into the Bellas especially. Oh and Triple H's special snowflake Paige.

Alicia Fox had stormed off without another word.

Nikki Bella was in tears - the hate levelled at her from fans online had stepped up a notch and with that vicious crowd just now...she couldn't hold it in anymore. It was really getting to the Divas Champion.

"It's Brooklyn," Paige looked pretty fucked off as well, "Expect it sadly."

"Alright for you, they love you," Nikki sobbed, "I can't help it if they won't let me defend my fucking title!"

Brie was comforting her sister.

Paige put an arm around her before grabbing her phone to rant on Twitter. She'd get heat for it, but she didn't care right now. The smarky crowd may have thought they were just dissing Nikki, Alicia and Brie, but they were also dissing the entirety of Team PCB as well.

"As if working with fucking Miz wasn't already making it hell," raged Charlotte.

"PLEASE," came Brad Maddox's vile singsong voice, "Not even Daddy can save your flat ass now Boxlotte."

"YAWN. Get a life," Paige snarled.

"Awww is Hunter's special snowflake worried the true fans might be getting sick of her?" mocked Miz.

"You'll never get over with a true wrestling crowd yourself you fat cunt," snarled Paige, squaring up to him, the Norwich in her bursting forth.

"Raya..don't.." Becky held her back.

"I could take this stupid fake tanned fag any day of the week!" screamed the fiery raven-haired girl, "I am SICK of him and his big arsed cunt of a sidekick picking on women week after bloody week. I've wrestled MEN before. You try saying this shit in front of my brothers Miz and then you'll shit your pants."

Miz just laughed nastily in her face.

Cody and Finn, who had been heading over to find the girls anyway after seeing how much the crowd disrespected them, had turned up just as Miz got in Paige's space.

Instantly the white knights mounted their steeds and charged right in to defend all the girls' honour.

"OI! MIZ! Want your five grand?!" roared Finn, the Balor demon alive and roaring in his chest.

"YES! WHERE'S MY MONEY BITCH?!" screamed Miz.

"Right here, have a bunch of fives."

Finn punched Miz so hard in the face the cocky bastard and his stupid anklet gambolled gracelessly to the lino.

"GOD that felt good," the NXT Champion breathed, kissing his fist before Cody high fived him.

"I jizzed a little just watching you punch his fat ass face in gurl," Cody agreed.

Brad was no alone. Undeterred, the nasty bully decided to up his game.

He sneered viciously at Charlotte before turning to the curtain, where of course Ric Flair was with Vince, Stephanie and Hunter in gorilla.

"Look at Flair," he said, "What a drunken old mess. Looks like that embarrassing uncle at a wedding."

"You have NO fucking respect for this business," Cody growled, "Shading legends. No wonder they never put your implanted ass on the TV."

Brad was truly on a roll of malice now.

He stomped over to Nikki.

"Oi. Bitch. Yes you, Cena's cum rag, stop whining and hurry up and IMPROVE in that fucking RING!" he yelled.

Brie looked incandescent. Who even was this dick? And what was his obsession with Nikki of late?

"They HATE your inflatable plastic ass Bella," Brad continued, eyes flashing with pure hate, "You're a fucking paper champion and the sooner that belt comes off your undeserving waist the better. They only let you keep it because McMahon wants to erase AJ from the record books. She has you SO pressed and she gives ZERO fucks. She's got it all, could come back tomorrow and would be ten times more over than either of you BlowJob Twins could possible DREAM about. She has a HUSBAND who loves her, little girls look up to her, grown ass men chant her name. I mean, have we EVER heard 'we want NIkki' or 'we want Brie' chants? Awww. No."

"Nobody CARES about that arrogant little bitch," Cody snarled, "Oh WOW she appeared in some EA games trailer. Look at all the fucks I give. And you've got ten seconds to high tail the fuck out of here Ass Implants before I kick you from one end of the Barclays Center to the other."

Brad calmly shoved him back with one hand before continuing to rip into the tearful, cowering Nikki.

"Talent isn't sexually transmitted Nicholas," he went on, absolutely loving the effect he was having on the stupid airheaded bimbo, "You may as well just drop it to Charlotte right now. We know Cena squashed that. I mean, I know sticking the belt on an assless fridge relying on Daddy's signatures won't elevate it but at least Boxlotte has credibility. What are you? Oh yes, a glorified Hooters waitress who HAS ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO EVER CALL HERSELF A WRESTLER AND IS ONLY HERE BECAUSE SHE AND HER BLOODSUCKING TWIN ARE TOO TALENTLESS AND WOODEN TO BE LEGIT ACTRESSES!"

Nikki finally snapped. With a furious, piercing scream, she flew out of Brie's arms and got Brad squarely in the jaw with her signature fore-arm punch, sending him careering to floor to join the subdued Miz.

"YAAAAAAAAAAS Nikki," Cody whooped.

The Divas Champion hoisted her title up defiantly and strode away.

"At least Nicole remains relevant, those people out there probably don't even remember who you are," was Brie's parting shot to Brad as she followed her sister out.

The other Divas were surrounding the bullies, arms folded.

"You think we're intimidated by a bunch of girls?" snorted Miz, "My wife could take half of you out."

"HA! Maryse couldn't even handle taking a Wings Of Love," Cody snorted, "She fucking complained about Michelle and you can't even deny that. HER CLOTHING LINE WAS A FLOP! You're so full of your own shit Mess it's laughable."

"And who just got a knuckle sarnie from a GIRL?" Finn chimed in, "THat would be old Arse Implants...hope they didn't burst by the way."

"MINE IS ALL NATURAL!" screamed a red-faced Brad, "And AS FOR YOU BALOR.."

He leapt to his feet and got right in Finn's face.

Miz joined him, blocking Cody from intervening.

Finn was unintimidated.

"What? Seriously do you think you scare me?" he snorted.

"You are the definition of overrated," snarled Brad, "Oh WOW, he can do a foot stomp. Cesaro does it better."

"Well why don't you run off to TNA? Where all the other never-wases and has-beens go?" Finn sassed, "Never know, they might put a title on you there. For all 7 of its fans."

"TNA has more fans in one side of an arena than the entire 'Bella Army' and 'Balor Club' combined!" screeched Brad, "TNA doesn't just hire people for their looks, they hire LEGIT WRESTLERS who don't have to be pretty for TV."

"Explain Jesse Godderz then? One of the worst wrestlers I've ever seen?" Finn raised his eyebrows, "That's a fucking ex-Big Brother contestant. Reality TV reject. Ring any bells Miz?"

"LEAVE JESSIE ALONE!" bellowed Miz, "You call US smarks?! You're the biggest one going. I see you, creeping all over Samoa Joe, trying to win over the hardcore indie fans!"

"Hark at HER, acting like she knows who Samoa Joe even IS?!" snorted Cody, "Your delusion is hysterical Mess. You probably thought Maryse was a competent wrestler."

"At least my wife trained. More than can be said for yours fish face." snarled Miz.

"PLEASE? Anyone can do a DDT and flip their fucking HAIR," Cody cried incredulously.

"Oh come back when you have a gimmick of your own and not just trying to be your brother," Brad Z-snapped at him, "Bye Felicia."

Big mistake.

Cody grabbed him and put him in a headlock before launching him to the lino, using his superior strength to drive the bully's head down, Brad's legs buckling and sending him flat on his face. Essentially a DDT for real.

Cody then 'flipped' his short raven hair.

"I see you're where you belong now Ass Implants," he finished, "On the floor. With the rest of the trash."

"If you've concussed him BITCH!" Miz kneeled down to tend to his crony, "Bradley...Bradley..you OK?"

"Ow my head...that cunt's gonna die.."

"C'mon..get a rest and we'll report this. ASSAULT."

"Girl boom.." Cody began..

"Girl bye FELICIA." Finn joined in to finish the sentence.

"That was beautiful.." Becky grinned, "If you hadn't thrown the prick down I would have put him in a DisarmHer."

"I have never hated anyone in this business more than those three," snarled Finn, "Honestly punching Miz felt even better than sex."

"More satisfying than tripping him up?" asked Paige.

"Even more than that," Finn declared, "I don;t know who I hate the most."

"Hard to choose," Becky added, "Miz because of his delusions...the IWC loathe him as much as anyone else not from the indies."

"I think Maddox, he was actually cumming in his pants going for Nikki, never seen such hate," PAige hissed, "He's the WORST."

"And he's more fun to hurt because I'm not being responsible for turning Rat Skank into a vegetable, much as I'd like too," snarled Cody, "I've always despised Ass Implants the day he fucking signed."

"Didn't he work for OVW?" asked Becky.

"Yep," Cody said, "As did Ziggler's loser bro. I paid a visit back to OVW...I picked on Ass Implants there because I heard he had an attitude problem, was trying to tell other rookies how to wrestle and pissing off the coaches. Except DeMott who he ass-kissed. Our hate goes wayy back."

"Shame he couldn't learn to pick up a personality? Looks will only get you so far," Finn said, "He's SO basic I can't even."

"Let's stop talking about that piece of shit," Paige hissed, "And talk about WWE's upcoming wedding of the decade."

"YAAASS," Cody gushed, turning to his bestie, "So GURL. Date? Venue? I need to know my best man duties STAT!"

"Who said you were best man?" smirked Finn, "I do have brothers. I never asked, you just ASSUMED the role."

"Yeah CODY," chimed in Paige, "Not your wedding. His."

"Mean," pouted Cody, folding his arms, "Becky help, they're bullying me."

"I'm with Fergal, it's HIS wedding day," teased Becky, "Stop being such a controlling wee queen."

"I hate you ALL. I'm calling MY FUTURE HUSBAND."

Cody sashayed out with a childish pout going on.

"Give Stephen Amell my regards!" Finn called after him.

"SHUT UP FINNY."

The girls were creased up laughing.

"I think you legit wounded him," Becky remarked.

"Well old bossy knickers needs to NOT take over MY big day," pouted Finn, kissing his engagement ring, "Only been engaged 13 days."

"So. Have you set a date?" Paige asked.

"Yep...July 25, 2016."

"Oh you wee cutie.." Becky simpered.

"That far away?" teased Paige.

"Weddings shouldn't be rushed," Finn stated, "I want this day to be perfect."

"I think a Christmas one." Becky suggested.

"Oh YES," squealed Paige, "A year to the day you got it on with Wade?"

"Maybe, I'll think about it," Finn sighed.

"Hadn't you better go defrost the Ice Queen?" Paige giggled.

"The way he stormed out reminds me of you when someone says you're wrong," teased Becky.

"OI!" snarled Paige.

"See what I mean?" Becky grinned.

---

Cody was on the phone to Josh Mathews in the men 's room.

"So yeah," he was sighing, "Stephen was amazing..."

"I thought he would be," Josh said, seemingly without an ounce of jealousy, "It's what you need Coddles. I did the road for 12 years remember?"

"But...I feel such a slut."

"You had fun," Josh insisted, "I've already watched the videos of you destroying Balor and you and Amell over and over again to get rid of morning wood every day."

"Why aren;t you having fun with other men?"

"You never asked Coddles. You just assumed. Well you can add Spud to my list."

"Joshy...I'm so bad for not asking.." Cody felt guilty.

"Yeah. Wow. He's a little spitfire in the bedroom. He likes it hard and fast. He said after we were finished up that you were the luckiest bastard in wrestling."

"DAMN RIGHT," Cody said fiercely, "Stephen was divine...but he wasn't you. It was more the rush of a legit movie star fucking me. And well...Arrow. I bet little Spud couldn't handle your girth."

"Ha," Josh chuckled, "Funny you should say that...yeah he said he couldn't walk the next day. He now has new respect for you."

"Finny said the same about you. How weird is that."

"Who you talking to?" came a voice. Heavy West Midlands.

"Speak of the devil," chuckled Josh, "The other half."

"Can I talk to him?"

"Course."

Cody shuffled uncomfortably. He had finally met the housemates. Spud obviously knew Finn and Paige of old, having all competed on the British indie circuits back in the day. Actually they weren't the massive assholes Cody had assumed. Robbie E hated Corey now. Especially once Cody spilled all the tea on the nasty commentator. And to break the ice, Josh had shown Cody Spud's apperance on the BBC3 show Snog, Marry, Avoid.

"Hi Cody," came Spud's voice.

"Sup," Cody replied, "So. Did you have fun then?"

"You weren;t lying mate.." Spud sighed, "I'm lucky I didn't need stitches. You must have an arse of steel. He's BIG for a shortie."

"Yeah, OK," came Josh's voice, "Enough."

"Soz," SPud continued, "Just had to say that. How's Britani Knight?"

"Still being her typical crazy bitch self and love ha immensely," Cody replied.

"How's Devitt doing? Sorry for, you know, the whole Marty Scurll mess. I just assumed you knew."

"It's cool, FInny's engaged to Wade now. Kermit The Fat Frog and his coven can just take a seat cos they ain't gonna ruin it on my watch," Cody spat.

"Well I better get back," Spud said, "Nice to speak to you mate."

"You too. Laters."

"I detect resentment Coddles," came Josh's voice.

"Well...I dunno Joshy..." Cody began, "Like, if we keep sleeping with other guys, these promise rings mean jack shit. I love you...but...I just.."

"You have needs," Josh chuckled, "If it means porn like you keep sending then I'm all for it. Turns me on watching others fuck you if I'm honest."

"JOSHY...next time, I want you to WATCH!" hissed Cody excitedly, "I want you to watch me get dominated. Bark orders. Be your hot ass alpha self. Oh whoops, my mevlar's coming off...oh would you look at that I'm naked at work..."

"You little..." hissed Josh, "Get yo ass on Facetime NOW."

"Nope HEEEE HEEE!" A high pitched Stardust laugh.

"YOU TEASE!" growled Josh.]

"Sowwy. I can still be playful Joshy hehehehehe." But Cody was indeed naked, save for his boots, gloves and face paint. Mmmm.

"I bet," snarled Josh, "Amell will want another taste of the cherry."

"I hope so too. OH JOSHY I WANT YOU TO WATCH HIM FUCK ME!"

Cody was jerking his cock furiously.

---

Cesaro was on all fours. Moaning.

"Stephen...STOP...I haff...*MOAN*...to...see Carrano..."

Sheamus looked up from burying his head in Cesaro's solid bubble ass.

"Don';t obey the SUB, obey the ALPHA," spat Fandango, "You are not stopping until he blows his load."

"You...stuck a cock ring on me," moaned the Swiss.

Fandango smirked wickedly.

He had an even naughtier idea.

"Trunks off ginger," he spat at Sheamus.

"No!" The Money In The Bank winner got defiant.

Fandango sprung. He wrestled the huge ivory-skinned Dublin native to the hard, unforgiving lino.

"Take. Them. OFF," he hissed.

Sheamus sighed and decided to just do as the dancer said.

Fandango, who was ass naked except for a BDSM torso harness (yes he carried his tools on the road! Well when you're not on TV much save for Superstars you had to entertain yourself!), straddled Sheamus and easily lowered himself (he'd prelubed his ass) onto him, moaning.

"Sorry.." he breathed, "I needed this. The urges were strong."

"So VYE AM I RESTRAINED?!" spluttered Cesaro, frustrated as HELL with this damn cock ring!

"Because *MOAN*...oh good man Stephen...touch my G-spot...just like that...*MOAN*...you have been HOGGING our stud all these weeks. Greedy."

Sheamus was enjoying this. Letting Fandango do the work. He could just lay here. And get an eyeful of Cesaro's mighty fine body as a bonus to the hot, ripped dancer riding his cock.

And yes. The next step in this ongoing menage-a-trois was bareback. All three men had been tested on the downlow and come back negative.

Made for even more exciting fun in those hotel rooms. Or backstage.

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Go away.." Fandango breathed.

"We know you're in there!" came Titus O'Neil's voice.

"Kinda BUSY!" Sheamus snarled.

The door opened.

"Claude darling.." Sheamus purred with his best smile...

HUFF.

Cesaro pulled his trunks on and padded to shield the X-rated scene behind him from view.

"VOT?!" he snapped.

"Superstars meeting. Locker room," Titus said, "Oh MAN you guys need to just finish up already."

With a snort, the now former Tag Champ left them to it.

Fandango began to ride Sheamus fast and hard, moaning as loud as possible, thoroughly relishing the assault on his neglected prostate.

"MAKE ME CUM," he snarled, "You're not leaving until I orgasm."

Cesaro had SUCH a hardon. But he had no time to get rid. DAMN FANDANGO. Torturer.

Fandango was close already. Bottoming never lasted with him.

And he was such an exhibitionist that the thrill only increased. Fuck yes...he was getting there fast. He snapped and snaked his hips, running his hands over his Grecian body...

"Ohhhhhh yes..." he froze and convulsed before erupting furiously all over Sheamus beneath him, "MMMM...FUCK YES...oh god I NEED THIS...FUCK YEAH...mmmmmmmm..."

He basked in his post-orgasmic glow for a few minutes before climbing off of Sheamus and finding his ring pants, pulling them on over himself and reluctantly removing the harness.

"You're a selfish wee bastard," huffed Sheamus.

"Zat means you're ALL mine after ze show," growled Cesaro.

Sheamus picked himself up and struggled back into his trunks.

"Where's the bloody towel?!" he cried.

"No need, the boys will have to smell me on you," breathed Fandango, before pulling Sheamus into a fierce masculine kiss, "Thank you stud, I needed my cobwebs cleared."

"Pleasure," Sheamus snorted, "Let's go to this bloody meeting then."

"Feel free to stroke my thighs Stephen," Cesaro purred.

---

Well the threeway fun was at the end but we can see that Fandango is still in charge. Poor, suffering Cesaro though...LOL. No Wade for a while though now :'( Finn ain't gonna be pleased about that. Damnit WWE.

So Coddles and Dean have repaired their neglected friendship...and now we know why Zero got the boot ;) I couldn't resist, I'm sorry, plus I miss Ambrollins.

But CODDLES YOU NAUGHTY BOY. Actually I regret nothing! I still like to explore new things in this game and try new fic ideas out.

All the shit Brad said to Nikki was actual hate (paraphrased obviously but clearly based on), taken from the internet about her. I love all the divas and support them all, NXT, non-indies, hell, even Eva to an extent, but the constant Bella bashing is getting on my last nerve.

Can I just say how much life I got from Cool For The Summer being the SS theme?! FUnny it happened after the chapter on Finn's birthday went up ;) ;)

More story than lemon this time but I hope you all like it xx