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.

45. Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Thanks for the reviews! I didn't realise the Coddles/Amell one-shot pairing would gain fans after he moved on! :( Still, anything can happen in WWE. Is the prospect of Coddles/Dillinger that bad? Both hot, both have history in RL and in the fic series...! C44 marked Josh Mathews' last appearance. Considering the prequel fics were centred around him it's a big thing. At least to me LOL.

How will Dean cope now Seth's out with an injury? Will he stay loyal...

As I write, WWE are in Europe, and have been back to Dublin. Expect plenty of Finn and the usual crowd! Hehe. I know Coddles wasn't at the Dublin show...but this is fiction! Sometimes I can deviate from canon events!

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2 November 2015, Raw

Cesaro was losing the will to live. WHY did they have to put him against Miz tonight? He was chugging along quite happily, looking forward to a tour of Europe with his beau Sheamus (Fandango was barely here these days so they were practically a couple of old again) and then BAM. He's put in a match with his ex. And Miz was loving it.

"You miss me really Claudio," the pest wheedled as Cesaro made to storm out the room they were using to cover spots.

"Like a hole in a parachute," snarked the Swiss, "You disgust me."

"Whatever. You LOVED fucking me and buying me things," Miz grinned, "THat's why when the Kardashian Sisters picked on you, you came running back."

"Anyvun can make a mistake," hissed Cesaro.

"Come on Claudio.." Miz grabbed his arm.

"I'm done here, you're experienced enough," Cesaro spat, "Just work a fucking match."

He had an idea for the match to really piss Miz off.

Miz sunk to his knees.

REALLY?!

Cesaro was so grossed out. Learn some fucking self-respect.

"How about I get some of that tension out?" the Ohio native smirked, "Come on Claudio, you used to love me sucking you before your matches."

"In. Your. DREAMS."

Cesaro stomped out, slamming the door behind him.

RATS. Miz stomped the floor petulantly. He wanted DICK, damnit. Nobody on the roster was putting out these days. Brock Lesnar had gone off the boil and wasn't interested in him anymore. Miz had offered him dinner like SO MANY times and still he said no!

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"What's up with your face?" chuckled Sheamus as a fuming Cesaro stormed past him.

"Miz. Keeps on touching me vere he shouldn't," snarled the Swiss.

"Come on," grinned the Irishman, "We knew it was gonna happen. Just report him for sexual harassment!"

"How? He's basically screwing half the higher ups on a daily basis!" spluttered Cesaro, "They von't do anyzing. You pushed me away this morning."

Huff. Folding of thick sinewy arms.

Sheamus howled with laughter. A tall tough guy like his beloved Swiss acting all pouty shouldn't be this funny.

"We would have missed our plane."

"SO!? You're always TOO TIRED, or wanting to go out for drinks with CENA."

"Cena's buggered off on leave, which means my free drink well has run dry now. Making the most. He did keep to his promise of buying me drinks for losing me arse virginity."

"Vell NOW he's gone, you can spend more time vith me, your boyfriend."

"I thought I was?"

"I mean...just us. Dinner dates, movies and stuff. Be a REAL couple, Stephen. Fandango's barely on ze lower card zese days. Ve should make ze most."

"How about," Sheamus rasped in his ear, his big ivory hand caressing that long muscular thigh, "After the show, I take you to the hotel room and fuck your arse all night long."

"You better keep zat promise Stephen, I don't know how much longer I can go vithout.."

"It was your idea to stop shagging at work," shrugged Sheamus.

"Because ve've dodged ze bullet too many times. And maybe I vant it in a bed again."

"And you will get it in a bed."

"I haff zis new jockstrap."

"Oh it just keeps getting better," Sheamus purred, kissing him.

"Oh for GOD'S SAKE," came a Northern English growl, "You two MAKE ME SICK!"

The smirking face of Wade Barrett greeted them.

"Pot, meet kettle," teased Sheamus, gesturing to Finn Balor, who was beside Wade, looking as precious as ever in his Balor-Club tee, smart grey jacket and skinny jeans. The NXT Champion had a large bouquet of roses in his hand. Well it was the first time in a couple of weeks..and Wade knew he'd lose his fiance to Cody shortly..!

"When will YOUR man buy you flowers Cesaro," Finn grinned.

Wade smirked bigger. At least he knew this time Finn wasn't being malicious.

"I'm gonna kick your skinny arse Wednesday," Sheamus threatened with a grin.

"You are bowing at my feet ginger," clapped back Finn, before giving Wade puppy dog eyes.

Wade rolled his own eyes.

"Yes love?" he groaned.

"May I go see my best friend?"

"Go on then," huffed Wade.

"You can have manly time with the lads?" Finn simpered, "You even have my permission to go for beers with them after the Dublin show..."

"Good lad," teased Sheamus, slapping Finn hard on the back, "Couldn't squeeze a half shandy in tonight could ya Stuey?"

"Sorry mate, we're going to Guinnessland tonight straight after," Wade said, "And we're taking old painted-chops with us."

"Yaaaaaassss.." sighed Finn happily.

"Painted chops? Oh...Rhodes.."

"He's coming to meet my family," simpered Finn.

"OK is there something I should know?" asked Sheamus.

"Nope," Wade barked, "Bloody fun this is gonna be on the plane..."

"You better have all our stuff ready when Raw goes off air, or else," Finn threatened playfully.

"Or else WHAT?" Wade growled, also teasingly.

"You are not coming near me for the next three days...which is a shame as right now I have these tiny knickers on.." Finn said shamelessly, "Cody told me to buy it...a jock thong combo...gives me a right banging arse.."

"In other news, water's wet and tomorrow's Tuesday," snarked Sheamus, "You pick some right classy birds, Stuey."

"Jealous much?" clapped back Wade, "Fine, off you pop trouble."

"Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks!" trilled Finn, planting a sloppy fat kiss on Wade's lips before skipping away happily to find Cody.

"Slip some helium in his tea?" Sheamus teased.

"Oh don't...he's such a queen whenever RHodes is in the vicinity," sighed Wade, "Have you heard them speak these days...it's like a whole sodding new language! I need some valium to get me through the bloody flight tonight."

"Sounds like you could use a break," Sheamus slapped a friendly arm around his best mate and former fuck, "Neville's got a face on too."

"Women," groaned Wade, "Present company excluded, Cesaro."

"Only because if you bracket me vith Zayn und Balor I vill break your legs," smirked the Swiss, taking Sheamus' free hand.

---

In Catering, Cody was sat with Paige, Summer, Becky and Sasha. Filling them in on the latest tea with Tye. He'd visited Orlando at the weekend. He and Tye had just spent lots of time together...and Cody had even managed to keep his legs shut. He was going to wait. Prove he was not a slut anymore. But he and Tye had done everything else in between. Hehehehe. Just full sex was on hold. Everything else was allowed..

"So when's your chastity belt coming off?" Sasha teased.

"When I can't wait any longer, I'm being a good Christian boy," Cody grinned.

"Oh PLEASE," Paige smirked, "I bet you're itching for a shag."

"Yes I am," Cody admitted, "So you ladies better calm the PDA down and stop making me jealous!"

"Nope," Summer took the lead and devoured Paige's lips.

Becky did the same to Sasha.

"Help, I'm trapped in a snatch patch," moaned Cody.

Paige slapped him on the back of the head.

"Mean." He pouted.

Tap tap.

"Who's that.."

"Hey!"

"FINNY."

Big hugs. Cute giggles. Finn leapt onto Cody's lap.

"OOOF...watch it, bony-ass."

"Just missed you is all. Oh. Hi Bex. Sasha. Paige. Summer."

Cute waves.

"So Fergal, you told Cody about Halloween?" grinned Becky.

"Yes GIRL, you were being SOOO CAGEY on Telegram!" Cody prodded Finn in the chest.

"I had to tell you in person, was sworn to secrecy, but let me say, I FUCKING LOVE NIKKI BELLA AND JOHN CENA... THEY ARE THE BEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD!"

"Wait..." Cody gasped, "They took you to see Taylor in Tampa didn't they?"

"YES GURL. THEY DID! Omigod...she's even more amazing live than I could ever have DREAMED..."

"Why wasn't I allowed to come?" pouted Cody.

"Because you were busy. With your wife."

"We ALWAYS do Halloween Finny...but if you TOLD me you were going to the 1989 Tour.."

"They picked me up on the day. Totally surprised me. Nikki said it was a thank you for having her back against Rat Skank and his cronies. Sowwy...you know nobody here loves TayTay like I do."

"True but I'm your bestie girl.."

"I'll make it up to you?" Finn tried his puppy dog eyes again.

"You're not munching my fucking tray bitch. Get off my pole."

He playfully pushed Finn off.

Who climbed right back on, deadweighting himself.

The girls just exchanged looks.

Sasha was smiling as always. Why weren't they still a couple? She could see they so blatantly wanted to be together! Why did nobody else see it her way?

"Stop it," Becky nudged her.

"What? I can't look at cute boys?"

"Not when I'm here."

"Possessive are we Quinn?" piped up Paige.

"Up yours, Bevis."

"No thanks, don't know where your fingers have been."

"LADIES," Cody gasped, "Behave. It's unbecoming."

"We've been around you too much," added Summer, "Well girl, I better go find Tyler."

"Yes please do, Mess is on the prowl according to Cesaro," scowled Cody.

"Tyler wouldn't touch that with somebody else's," FInn said.

"I don't know," Summer sighed, "Tyler seems to be talking to him a lot."

"GROSS. MESS," spat Cody, "Let me know if that ratchet ho goes near Prince Pretty again so I can come intervene."

"WIll do," giggled Summer, tossing her hair back and sashaying fabulously away. Paige checking her arse out shamelessly.

"Legs shut Bevis," teased Becky.

Paige gave her the finger.

"Where's your BMX girl?" asked Finn to Cody.

"Oh YES, PBS, gonna have love ya and leave ya," Cody announced.

"Be warned, you ride those bikes in the Divas locker room again, the cattle prod will come out," Paige threatened.

"You wouldn't hurt us Saraya, we're pretty," Finn pouted.

"Wouldn't I?"

"Nope. Love you Paigey-poo."

"Oh bog off the pair of you."

"YOINK!" Finn pulled Cody up off his seat and led him out of Catering, "Just wanted to get you alone."

"Why?" Cody looked worried, "We've got a big flight later.."

"Because I've missed you. Also I want to see the Slam Book."

"No updates Finny. I feel bad we put Sami in..."

"Sami should stop being such a whiny, self-obsessed bore."

"Finny don't be such a bitch. Omigod, you'll never guess who Mess tried to chat up the other day?"

"SUrprise me? Something male and breathing?"

"Braun Strowman. I mean GIRL. That stupid fat queen's dick vision must be like 20:20 these days."

"Oh GROSS," Finn made a being-sick noise, "I can almost see why he's crawling up Tyler's back hole if he's going for Strowman. I hope Tyler doesn't cave in and harpoon the fake tanned whale. Has he really been through every vaguely attractive man in this company?"

"Most likely. Plus the ugly, old and fat ones...I think he propositions Carrano on a bi-weekly basis," Cody said, "Power can make anyone seem hot if you're a game player like Mess. And like I said mama, my sources are all over WWE. It helps being a second generation WRESTLER...not 'superstar'."

The two A-listers headed back to the Superstars' locker room so Finn could put his roses somewhere safe, before making their way out of a side door where Finn's BMX was locked up.

"WHere's yours?" asked Finn.

"Just here," Cody pointed his out, black with gold stars. Even the wheels were sprayed gold.

"Cosmic," Finn approved, "Awww cute, you've even got the Stardust logo on the front."

"Yup, custom job," Cody climbed on, "Even Brandi likes it."

"So GURL.." Finn camped, straddling his own BMX, "Spill the motherfucking tea! Any developments with Tye?"

"Whilst you were shaking your booty to 1989," Cody replied, "Shawn was eating my ass like a fucking cupcake...man...he rimmed me for what felt like an entire evening."

They pedalled around the parking lot. It was cold out here in Denver, but not unpleasant.

"When are you just gonna let him pound that pussy?" Finn giggled, "Not like you to keep those legs crossed for this long."

"When I'm ready," Cody pouted, "I hate waiting but I want to do things properly this time. Show him I'm serious about him. He's teased me with his cock numerous times...was *this* close to just slutdropping right on that slab of meat Finny...the struggle is REAL.."

"I bet," Finn teased, "Last night, this morning...we have covered most positions in the gay kama sutra. THanks for buying us those cock rings. I love wearing Stuart out before I allow him to cum."

"You wear the pants don't you girl. And your title while Wade blasts your back open?"

"Yup. I need to buy some Brasso soon though...the NXT belt is filthy. Otherwise my mother will jump the barrier when I come out at the Dublin show, march me backstage and polish the thing herself whilst telling me off for not looking after it."

"Yes I know Finny, the photoshoots you do with it...I'm sure it was gold once...hehehehe."

"I can't help it sweets. I love being fucked in it. And you DARE tell my family that in Dublin.."

"You sure you want me hanging around? I mean, its the first time since Wade popped the question..?"

Cody hurriedly put the brakes on his bicycle and skidded to a halt. Finn stopped closed by. The younger man sparked up a cigarette.

"Yup. You'll love them. They'll be so nice to you.."

"But I'm not your boyfriend...what about Wade? Is he cool with it?"

"He'll be too busy with me brothers - they want to make sure his intentions for me are legit..." He flashed his engagement ring.

"So Finny," teased Cody, "How are you going to keep me from spilling ALL the tea on you? Hehehehehe. I bet you act the good little boy when your mom's around, when in reality we all know you're just a jezebel incapable of shutting her legs."

"Stuart will kick your arse from here until eternity if you embarrass me in front of my family," scowled Finn.

"Finny, you're not intimidating girl. You just look like someone's stolen your Lego when you do that face."

"HARK AT HER!" squealed FInn, "When you try and act all butch you just look like one of Nattie's cats when they get fed late."

"Meh, who wants to be butch anyway," Cody sniffed, "I let my ring work do the talking."

"Oh and your wrestling too," Finn sassed.

"Forget to wash the lube out your hole earlier? Try not to impale yourself on the end of the saddle."

"At least mine's seeing a dick, you frigid old maid."

"Love you Finny."

"Love you too Cody."

"I never thought I'd have a best friend who I could be myself with again," Cody sighed, "Finny, I love that you're as big a queen as me."

"I've always been a queen," Finn shrugged, "Brothers were so surprised when I started training to wrestle. They thought I'd be a wee hairdresser or go into theatre. Even though I watched wrestling all the time and it was ALL I talked about...Pfft."

"You were so cute as a kid," giggled Cody, "I remember seeing your school photo with your sister on Instagram hehehe. Same adorable smile. Bet you were mentally shading the photographer's outfit."

"Yeah I was. Black top, blue jeans with BROWN shoes?! I mean GIRL, I know it was Ireland in the Nineties but still...get some style if you're gonna take kids school photos. Oh by the way, I found a great photo of you when you were a teen...with your dad..."

"Is it the one I think it is..."

Finn scrolled tumblr to find said photo. Yeah he had his own tumblr. Mostly hot Wade photos, comic book stuff, or awesome Lego posts. Oh and plenty of Cody too. Hehehe. He found said photo, of a young Cody in his Lassiter football gear with Dusty, hand on hip.

"Love it...you look SO sassy," he giggled.

"Cos Dad was telling me off," pouted Cody, "And yes I thought it was gonna be that one...Anyhoo, Finny, let's share cringey photos when I meet your family."

"Oh no..they'll get the bloody albums out," groaned Finn, "They did it when Stuart met them, all the most EMBARRASSING ones too. Stuart thought it was hilarious - he took the piss so MUCH I couldn't EVEN. Like since WHEN WAS I THE JOKE?!"

"Because they love you, I get the same from Teil and Dustin at every family gathering.." Cody grinned.

---

Dublin, Ireland, 4 November 2015

The rented Opel Insignia pulled up at the arena in the Irish capital that wet November afternoon.

Inside it were Wade Barrett, Finn Balor, Cody Rhodes and his wife Eden. It had been an interesting 24 hours. Yesterday, Cody had been introduced to the Devitt clan, much like Wade had 6 months previously. Eden, whom they'd collected from the airport en route, had been a touch miffed that Cody had gone to Ireland early without her but he did promise to make it up to her!

"Don't miss the bloody rain," Wade was snarking. He'd taken on driving duties. Oh this had been a fun old drive. Taylor Swift playing on the radio courtesy of his mischeivous fiancé's phone the entire way. And he wished someone would tell Cody he couldn't sing for shit.

"I didn't want to come to work," Finn pouted.

"Me neither," Cody said, "Your family are amazing, Finny. Could have talked wrestling for hours with your dad."

"Told you you'd love them," grinned the NXT Champion, "And they all liked you. They're at the show tonight as well. You playing wrestling figures with my wee nephew was adorbs."

"So do the kids know Uncle Finny is marrying a man?" Cody asked.

"In time," Finn said.

"Weave on point," Cody gestured to Finn's trimmed hair. The Irish cutie had naturally visited his favourite barbers whilst they were in the city. And then Finn made the barber do Wade's hair and beard as well before ushering Cody into the chair. He'd LOVED showing them around Dublin too. It was one thing back in the spring to show his fiance around, but to show his bestie too...yaaay.

"I'm still full," complained Wade as he switched the engine off, "Your mother's white pudding..."

"Is the best in the world," Finn finished, "Duh. She even made me a Porter cake to share with my friends at work...my mother is a Queen."

"Just like her son," teased Cody.

"Wait, there's cake?" complained Eden.

"Brandi," wheedled Cody, "I know it sucks Nikki couldn't come to Europe..."

"Well Tye couldn't so we're both without," she smirked.

"THis is so weird, a husband and wife complaining their bits on the side aren't with them," snorted Wade, "Suppose we better go in. I bet Ste's itching to stick the boot in."

They all climbed out of the car and out into the rain. Cody chivalrously carrying all his wife's luggage into the arena. He made Finn open the doors for her too.

"I'll let you play with your bestie now," Eden giggled, "I have a call to make anyway."

"Yes. You do. Your GIRLFRIEND has a lot of rehab to do honey," Cody beamed.

"THis is WEIRD," Wade groaned.

"See you later honey," Eden pecked Cody before clip-clopping away in her Louboutins.

"So," Cody turned to Wade and Finn, "How many times did you fuck in Finny's childhood bed?"

"Twice," giggled Finn, "Poor Stuart was so uncomfortable.. I had to fall for a strapping six foot plus hunk didn't I?"

He pecked his beloved on the cheek. HE WAS SO HAPPY. Nothing could kill his good mood today. He was HOME. He had his FIANCE with him. And his BESTIE. And a first-time match with fellow Dubliner Sheamus. And Becky was on the card too! Finn was officially on CLOUD FECKING NINE.

"And I had to be engaged to a screamer," smirked Wade, "I had to gag him or he would have had the whole street woke up."

"Spill the tea, I want deets," Cody grinned, "I couldn't hear anything from the couch downstairs."

"Fuck off you nosey pervert," Wade hissed.

"Missionary first time, on me side the second," Finn grinned shamelessly.

Wade was getting a semi just recalling it. If he wasn't still full from breakfast...

"COme," Cody grabbed Finn's arm, "I need to piss."

"Such bloody girls," Wade snorted.

"AND?!" squeaked Finn, "You weren't saying that when we were fucking. You said you like me being fem. Said it turns you on more."

"Oh go and change your twatting tampon," Wade groaned.

Cody hauled Finn towards the men's bathroom. They headed inside and straight to the urinals.

"So GIRL," Cody beamed, "Now there's no family members to earwig and its just us boys..DEETS PLEASE."

"He called me his princess," sighed Finn, eyes sparkling, "Because the bed was so small and he was trying and failing to quieten me...we just kissed the whole time we were doing it...I wrapped my legs around him...no claws this time...and oh sweets...I came so fucking hard. He had to kiss me otherwise I would have screamed the house down. When we were cuddling after, he just got all big softie...he is when we're alone...hehehehe...and then said I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever met...a Celtic Princess."

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" cooed Cody, "I promise I won't embarrass him with this tea."

"I'll tell EVERYONE, I'm King Barrett's PRINC-ESS," Finn shrugged, "I'm fem and proud. I've never been able to truly be myself until now. I have you to thank."

"Why me?"

"And PAige actually. The whole Freaks and Geeks thing. Our business values the manly man. The jock. The hot blonde girl with big tits. You can't be gay. You can't be camp. You can't be geeky or 'different'. Despite us oiling up and wearing wee trunks...but you and Paige just don't give a fuck what people think about you. The Dashing gimmick was AMAZING. Still my favourite one of yours. And the moustache too...you took all the jokes about looking like a nonce, Miami Vice...Errol Flynn etcetera...and didn't give two shits. You rocked the 80s tache sweets...and most importantly...you made friends with me, for me..not because of how I look or because I'm Prince Devitt. When I came to Survivor Series last year with Sami, it was not only to try and get some dick...but it was so I could meet you. I wanted to be friends with you."

"Awwww.." Cody sighed.

"I never thought I'd be engaged to fucking Wade Barrett and best friends with Cody Rhodes," Finn smiled, as he washed his hands, "I'm living the dream."

"And you're NXT Champ...a star in the making...shit-hot over wherever you go," Cody said, "And you're back in your homeland."

"And I got to see TAYLOR," Finn continued, "Someone up there LOVES me right now."

"But if I didn't know you like I do," Cody said, "I wouldn't think you were this supercute fabu queen who quite rightly rules the roost. I'd have assumed you were just like Sheamus."

"I can turn on the lad act anytime," Finn shrugged, "First defence mechanism growing up in Ireland. I got into wrestling because I felt different from the other lads. You know what I really want to do while we're here..."

"What?"

"Go out on Canal Street."

"The Manchester gay village? Been before. It's alright actually, great to get into Brie mode...all sorts of bars."

"I did the gay scene here when I was a wee twink, it's not bad, but never done the Brighton or Manchester ones. Done Soho and Birmingham though."

---

As the boys exited the bathroom and padded to Catering (the BMXs were back at their homes in the States), a red whirlwind accosted them.

"Well HELLOOOOO Fergal!" came a heavy Dublin burr.

"BEX!" squealed Finn, "Omigod isn't it just GRAND to be HOME?!"

"I'm still trying to take it in," Becky replied, "I don't care if I'm winning or losing tonight. I'm wrestling HERE...as a WWE Diva."

"We've made it," Finn sighed, "It's our homecoming."

"So," Becky grinned, "How was Meeting the FOckers, Cody?"

"His family are awesome and his mom's food SLAYS," Cody gushed, "His nieces and nephews are ADORABLE and made me broody...Bray is a pretty town...and it was SUPER CUTE to see Wade part of it all now too. They were open as well, it wasn't like the obligatory gay son 'and pal'. It was Finny AND WADE. As a couple."

"Apart from when he and Stuart made everyone laugh at me," Finn pointed an accusing finger at him.

"What did you do Cody?" giggled Becky. "Did you tell them what he likes to do with his belt?"

"No, because Wade threatened to put me in hospital if I did," Cody smirked, "I told them the sex wee story."

"OK am I going to want to hear this?" Becky raised her eyebrows.

"NO.." Finn pouted.

"Yes," Cody silenced him, "We were talking about Wrestlemania, and then I just let slip what Finny said after the ladder match..hehehehe."

"What did he say?"

"'I legit did a sex wee in me trunks watching you come down the ramp darlin'", Cody did a terrifyingly good impression of the Irishman who scowled and blushed, "They were complimenting Wade on his ripped body and he was telling them about how he changed his diet and shit..hehehe. I just had to tell them what Finny said.."

"No you didn't," mumbled Finn, "And you didn't have to impersonate me with EXAGGERATED LIMP WRISTS to them either! They all think I'm a messy queen now."

"You are though, Fergal," Becky smirked, "And that is totally something you would say."

"That's what his youngest brother said!" Cody giggled, "Wade confirmed it and Finny was SO PISSED. Hehehehe."

"You're lucky you didn't end up wearing your cup of tea," Finn retorted, "You do NOT tell stories about me in front of me mother. Imagine if you had to tell Vince you had scalds on your FACE and couldn't paint up? THEN you'd feel like a wee twat wouldn't you, HMMM?!"

Big harrumph and folded arms. Becky was doubled over in mirth. Oh Finn. He was just too cute.

"Take the butt plug out Finny, they all thought it was funny," Cody patted him on the head, "You know Becky, I think they should DEFINITELY have the wedding here."

"No wedding talk!" snapped Finn, "Honestly Bex, he and me bloody sister...wedding this, wedding THAT. My wedding BITCH."

"Oh dear," sighed Becky, "Cody, looks like we have a wee Bridezilla on our hands."

"You're supposed to be on MY side, oh former student of mine!" Finn pouted, folding his arms and huffing.

"Someone's got to slap you back to earth," the Lass Kicker teased," Oh by the way, you're facing Sheamus."

"Quelle suprise," snarked Cody, "Insert Meryl Streep Groundbreaking gif here."

"Knew it," Finn said, "I've never faced him in the 15 years of my career. Perfect time."

"He better not screw up that pretty face," Cody said.

"He goes too hard on me and Stuart will kick his arse," Finn simpered.

"I thought you liked it hard," Becky teased.

"Rebecca Quinn slash Knox, I am STILL your former coach and you will not speak to me that way," Finn wagged his finger at her, "Fifty push ups. STAT!"

Becky just laughed at him. He scowled comically.

"Awww someone swiped his Legos again," she crowed to Cody who was also laughing.

"My life DOES NOT revolve around Lego." Finn huffed.

"No it revolves around Wade murdering your assgina on a daily basis," Cody grinned.

"Er," Finn Z-snapped him sassily, "Remind me when you last got dicked bitch. Oh yes, SEPTEMBER."

"I think she's got sand in her vagina," Cody said, "I'll take her away before she scratches eyes out and snatches weaves."

"Might be for the best," teased Becky.

"You don't take me. I go where I please. Still mad at you for embarrassing me. BYE."

Finn flounced off, so like a teenage girl having a tantrum that Cody and Becky howled with laughter.

"Oh my days..." Becky was spluttering, "Is it his time of the month or something?"

"Probably nursing a few sprains...he and Wade did the nasty twice in his childhood bed hehehehe," Cody said, "Or maybe he's got a bad case of post-sex wind still...hehehehe."

"I HEARD THAT! IS NOTHING SACRED?! YOU BITCH!"

"That can't have been comfortable for a big lad like Wade," Becky observed, "And EW!"

---

Wade was catching up with Sheamus in Catering. Well actually bragging about two times in a single bed. He was as bad as Finn himself, only he wasn't such an over-dramatic queen about it!

"So I don't have to worry about him trying it on with me then?" the red-haired man grinned.

"He wouldn't touch you with a bargepole."

"I would," Sheamus decided to confess. Well, no Fandango to keep him in line. And he probably should tell Wade about the little fantasy he'd once had about his fellow Dublin native.

"Most lads and girls would, that's the problem..." Wade huffed, "Every bloody where we go, people want a piece of him."

"He's a very good looking lad," Sheamus shrugged, "You landed on yer feet with him mate. He's a keeper. And from one fellow native to another, you hurt him and I will break yer legs. You're in our house tonight."

"Oh GOD you sound like bloody Paige.."

"I heard your wee boy screams like her."

"SHUT UP.."

"No...legit. Remember last time he was at Raw...Claude and I roomed next door...but fucking hell...we started competing. Rollins was right. Competitive fucking is one hell of a rush."

"Thought I could hear crashing and grunting."

"Surprised you could over Balor's screams."

"Yeah well, I'm obviously an amazing shag ain't I?" smirked Wade, "So...you would, would you?"

"Yeah...I know it'll never happen, and it was just a crappy wank fantasy."

"Oi! My fiance is more than just a crappy wank fantasy. So what, you wanted a piece of him once. So what was happening in this fantasy?" Wade had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face now.

"Er...it was more a sex dream...I had him in a school uniform..cap and everything...and I caned him."

Fuck. Wade was hard in a flash. He'd LOVE to do that to the naughty Finn. And he bet Finn would play the HELL out of a schoolboy role.

"Anyway mate, how was it? The revisiting of the family. With the best mate in tow?"

"Actually, bloody good fun. They were a lot more chill. Though, his fucking brothers need to stop thinking I'm gonna change me fucking mind...the food was fucking ace...as usual...and then Rhodes made Fergal blush in front of his mam."

"Oh GOD...what story did he tell?"

"The sex wee one."

"Oh what when he came in his pants watching you do your Mania entrance...bless him. I owe him a shandy or two for having to admit to that in front of his Da!"

Sheamus was chuckling. Poor Finn!

"He went SO red..." snorted Wade, "Rhodes nearly ended up with his tea splashed up him. Nah. I feel bad for ever knocking the kid. He and Fergal are dead close and I ain't even jealous about them banging. And his family liked the kid too. So did all the little kids."

"What about you...does it make you want them when he plays with his nieces and nephews?" asked Sheamus, "I mean mate, this is legit now."

"Yeah...Fergal tells me whenever he gets to hold fans kids or indie wrestlers kids etcetera, he gets dead broody and imagines it's mine and his kid."

"Bless his cotton socks," Sheamus rumbled, straightening his signature flat cap, "Suppose I better hunt him down for the match. It's gotta be bloody good. First time we're facing each other in our home city..."

"Oh NO," snarled Wade, getting to his feet, "He'll be with you when he's ready Farrelly."

"Why...oh...I see," Sheamus smirked teasingly, "Well someone needs to fill in for Cena as chief pisstaker..."

"You dare...this is payback for the time you got wanked off under the table as I was fucking WALKING OVER! Have fun Skype sexing Cesaro while I get some of the real thing."

Wade strode away, mainly to hide the boner raging in his jeans. All this recalling of last night...and Sheamus's fantasy of caning Finn had lit a real fire under the King Of The RIng. He was going to fuck Finn in the 3 Arena in his home town. Add to the list of awesome places they'd had sex. Over the bonnet of a rental in a truckstop somewhere in Illinois a while ago was pretty awesome...anyway.

---

The Brit didn't have far to look as a he saw Finn appear out the gents, in his ring gear, looking as hot as ever, Balor-club tee on and NXT Title around his waist. He shot his beautiful smile as he beheld his fiancé.

"Hi darlin."

"Where's the sidekick?" growled Wade.

"With Bex. They were TAKING THE PISS OUT OF ME," pouted Finn, "They're mean Stuart." Trembling lip, puppy dog eyes.

"Take it like a man Fergal," Wade smirked.,

"I do. Every night." Naughty grin.

"Yes you do..." Wade clamped his lips to the NXT Champ's, enjoying the adorable whimpers filling his mouth. He needed to get in that hot arse NOW. Sod wanking and sucking. He was gagging to feel the tight heat and hear those gasps and screams again.

He made to take FInn's trunks down.

"Careful..*MOAN*...they're new darlin.."

"Sure they can make you some more..." Wade ripped them down those muscular legs fiercely... too fiercely...suddenlt his ears were filled with the sound of synthetic fabric tearing...as a new hole appeared in the garment..right down the seam at the back!

"STUART!" Finn had his hands on his hips. Except the effect was lost with the hard cock on show!

"Your arse is always open, what's new?" smirked Wade.

"Yes but MY FAMILY are coming to the bloody show. You thoughtless...heavy-handed, single-minded, pig-headed, insufferable OAF."

"Oh shaddap and kiss me you old washerwoman," snorted Wade, taking the pretty face and silencing the strop with some heavy, masculine kissing, Finn giving himself fully back, unable to stay pissy at Wade when this fucking stud that was ALL HIS stimulated his mouth like this.

Wade lifted FInn up and pushed him against the wall, the smooth legs opening on instinct. The Brit began to jerk Finn's cock. Finn slapped it away.

"Lower please.."

Wade shrugged and began to stroke Finn's hole instead. Sated whimpers and mewls filled the Brit's ears.

"Ohhhh Stuart...yes...just touch me darlin..."

"Good boy.."

"Stuart...please...can you take my title off?" Big innocent green eyes. Finn sucked his thumb (way too Cody-esque for Wade's liking) to complete the effect.

"Sure love.."

The precious belt was unclasped and laid on the floor.

Finn reached inside his kickpad for some lube. He had heard about Cesaro keeping his supplies in his boots..he tore it open with his perfect snow-white teeth and handed it to Wade.

"Let me fucking unzip.." chuckled the Brit.

"Hurry..I need you.."

"You already had me this morning."

"Need you again."

"Hungry little arse."

"All for you. Husband to be."

Soppy kisses as Wade undid his belt and jeans, freeing his cock at last. He lowered them to his knees so he could feel Finn's soft skin against his. He took the lube sachet and began to coat his fingers.

"Ahhhhhh..." Finn's eyes rolled back as the Brit's finger slipped in his ass once more. He wouldn't need much prep, they'd been having so much sex lately.

Wade efficiently coated his weeping cock before aiming...gently...gently...watching Finn's face as he pushed the tight entrance...and then...a broad smile lit the pretty Gaelic features as Wade felt that addictive tight heat once more.

"Yeah..." moaned FInn in ecstasy, "Feels...*aaahh*...so..right..."

"Gonna fuck ya against this wall like the slag you are Devitt..."

"Oh YES PLEASE...fuck me like I'm some lass you picked up in Preston at a club...YES! Oh yes STUART...don't stop! Ahhh...ahhhh...yeah...fuck me...fuck me..."

He was being extra vocal. He almost WANTED to be heard getting pounded in the arena that had played such a role in his life and career.

Wade spanked that pert arse cheek as he continued to fuck the little Irish harlot...urging those erotic screams from his throat...come on Finn, you know you want to scream!

He shifted his position and lifted Finn up a bit more...using all his brute strength...and thrust in deep.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

Yes.

He'd hit the spot.

He used his core strength to stay buried in the desperate NXT Champion whilst he pushed his jeans and boxers to his ankles before fucking Finn like a common backstreet hustler, the feminine high-pitched mewls echoing off the breeze block walls, ably bassed by Wade's growls and snarls of pleasure. Finn's voice seemed to get even higher during sex these days. Not that Wade complained. Ever. I mean, who WOULD?

Finn just couldn't stop squeaking, squealing and mewling with joy...his spot was being smashed and he could NOT GET ENOUGH. Yes. FUck him! Fuck him some more!

He could feel it building up...his abs were tightening...he was thundering close...he needed to release SOON. He couldn't cope anymore. His arse was being stimulated almost the point he couldn't take it much longer. His legs wrapping tightly around Wade, their conditioning enabling them to hold a pretty incredible positon. God bless being athletes.

"Stuart...I wanna cum.." Finn whimpered, pleadingly.

"Go for it.." snarled the big Brit.

FInn just continued to mewl and whine...and then as his orgasm began to shoot up his legs...the mewls and whines became high-pitched 'ahh ahhh's...which then rapidly became screams as his dam came ever closer to bursting...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!""

Finn convulsed wildly as he exploded all up his Balor Club tee...even though he'd already had it fucked out of him this morning...fuck he was full of it today.

Wade continued to wreck the beautiful bubble arse...growling and grunting mannishly as always...he made to pull out.

"Fucking cum in me.."

"Sorry Fergal.."

Finn pulled Wade to him, staring fierecely into his eyes.

"You better be...now fucking impregnate me stud."

FUCK YES.

Wade just sneered and contined pounding the spent Irish beauty, and it wasn't long before he growled his pleasure into Finn's mouth, holding his beau tight as he drove deep inside him, making sure he blasted every shot within.

Finn giggled adorably between sated gasps as Wade softly pecked his lips.

"Feel better?" grunted the Brit.

"Much better. Stay inside me.."

"No man...you gotta go see the big ginge."

Wade pulled out of his beau.

"Do I have to? I can wing it..."

"Off you pop."

Finn pulled on his ruined trunks.

"But Sheamus will see my naked arse thanks to you." POUT. HUFF. Folding of arms.

"Oh well, he'll get over it," smirked Wade.

"How am I meant to get these sewn up?! What am I going to wear while they do it? I don't have any knickers!"

"Shouldn't be such a tart then and pack some pants."

"I'll ask CODY if I can borrow some of his. Insufferable OAF."

Finn stomped off, leaving Wade chortling smugly, not at all sorry. Well, if Finn's perfect smooth bubble butt popped out in the match, he wasn't going to complain!

---

Finn slapped open the door of the gents and barricaded himself in a stall just as Cody walked in, whistling the theme from Arrow to himself.

"I know that's you," Finn said from inside the stall.

"So there you are Finny. Still pissed at me? Hehehe."

"Hang on...can't do two things at once..."

Cody giggled. He knew what Finn had been up to. The SLUT. Hehe.

"Now you've had your boipussy torn up, you gonna be less pissy?"

"No. Fucking Stuart Bennett is a thoughtless PIG. He ripped my BRAND NEW trunks in two!"

Cody doubled over with laughter. Oh bless.

"And let me guess, someone didn't pack underwear?"

"No! So now I've got to wrestle Sheamus, for the very first time EVER, in OUR home city, with me arse hanging out!"

"Like that stopped you before girl. They must have seen your New Japan matches when you get that hot little booty out."

"My nieces and nephews will be here you bitch."

"Sorry Finny," Cody teased, "I couldn't hear you over that humungous post-fuck fart you just let off."

"I fucking hate you."

The chain flushed and the NXT Champion emerged, scowling adorably. Cody just wanted to ruffle his hair and pet him. He was just the cutest little thing. How was he 4 years older?

"Look," Finn turned to show Cody the rip in his trunks.

Cody sprung an unwanted semi. No matter how much his heart now belonged to Tye Dillinger (and Stephen Amell...slowly but surely he was getting over that), he still couldn't forget the night he spent with Finn. Dat ass.

"Help me," Finn gave Cody his best puppy-dog eyes, "Please?"

"You can borrow my Sukrew briefs," Cody said, "They're black."

"Oh you're an ANGEL," Finn gushed, and he pecked Cody on the cheek, "Seriously sweets, I knew you'd never let me down."

"No kissing.."

"Sorry...where are these briefs? I've got to see SHeamus to go through our match and I don't want to pop out when setting up spots.."

"My bag," Cody said, "Come on you.."

He led his cute bestie back to the locker room, FInn still complaining about Wade. Cody just shook his head and smiled. They may as well be married already! Once they were in the locker room, the ravenette located his sports bag and began rummaging for said black briefs. Ah...there they were.

"Why's the waistband all frayed?" asked Finn with a smirk.

"Shawn took them off me with his teeth."

"And he didn't fuck you?"

"No. Talk about restraint...my ass was fucking DRIPPING."

"Ew. Just stop being such a prude and let him spread your legs."

"I want to make sure he's here for the long haul. But having said that, I'm *this* close to getting a vibrator."

"For fucks sake," huffed Finn, whipping his trunks off. Hey, Cody was an ex shag, he'd seen this arse before.

COdy gawped.

No. Bad Cody.

Stop looking.

Finn turned. And gave him the smallest of winks.

"I still watch the videos when I'm alone in Orlando," he whispered, "You were an amazing fuck."

"So were you," Cody admitted, "Sorry...I was out of line. Shouldn't be looking."

"It's fine sweets, I'm not bothered. Are you ashamed about what we did?"

"No.."

"Good. Because I'm not. We had sex once and people can just deal with it. You should just ask Dillinger to blow your cobwebs out good and proper. Take control. Tell him he's not allowed to leave until he's made ya cum."

"Stop it...*whimper*...I'm twitching enough back there as it is.." moaned Cody, "Ugh I'm so fucking frustrated."

Finn pulled on the briefs Cody handed him. Mmmm. Did they suit him or what?

"Finny, take your merch tee off and give me your best Andrew Christian model pose."

And pose Finn did. Sultry pout, working that body. Cody took a photo and sent it to Wade.

"You should be a model," he said.

"I was, in Japan. Modelled underwear. Oh thank you so much. You're a life saver. Wanna come see the fam again after the show?"

"I'd love to...as long as Wade's there. No preferential treatment Finny."

---

"Dean, stop it. It can be fixed," sighed Cody as a frantic Dean Ambrose paced the locker room later that night after the show had finished.

Dean was in a state. He just wanted to get out of this damn arena but he couldn't. Not without an update on what happened earlier in the show...

Seth Rollins had been stretchered out after his match with Kane. His knee had given way during a powerbomb spot and it looked pretty serious. The WWE doctors were talking torn ligaments.

Dean was ripping out his hair in clumps. They told him he wasn't allowed to go with Seth to hospital. And he was fuming. Muttering to himself. Kicking walls and wires boxes.

"Why? Why did he try and powerbomb that fucking great battleship?!" snarled Dean, "I kept telling Colby to quit the strongman shit and focus on the technical but NO! He has to keep trying to impress everyone. And now look...he's ripped the shit out his fucking knee! How long will be out for?! 3 months? 6 fucking months?"

"If it's a torn ACL...potentially a year...that's what happened to Lay," sighed Cody.

"A YEAR?! WHAT THE ACTUAL...I have got to be on the fucking road without my fucking boyfriend for a YEAR?!"

"Dean. Don't be so selfish!" scolded Cody, "Do you think Seth's happy about it? He'll have to surrender his title for this!"

"NO!"

Dean fell to his knees.

"Hey...c'mon.." Cody said, "Pull yourself together."

"WHY?! HOW!? My boyfriend has just got himself put on the shelf for a fucking YEAR and lost his number one spot!"

"Come on Dean, it's the nature of the business, you know that and I know that. He's only human, and to be honest, he's looked shattered lately.."

"We were gonna have a date night tonight and everything...and now it's all fucking ruined!"

"Don't be such a god-damn drama queen," Cody huffed, "Stop thinking with your ass for once in your life."

"I saw you still drooling over Balor...you're a FINE one to talk."

Cody folded his arms.

"If you're gonna be a bitch Ambrose..."

Dean kicked the bench in front of him so hard it rattled. All that served to do was make him stub his toe and he cursed some more, hopping to try and relieve some of the sudden blast of pain from his foot.

Dr Sampson poked his head into the locker room.

"Ambrose? There's a car outside...you're needed at the medical facility in Dublin..Rollins is gonna need surgery."

Dean was white as a sheet.

"Surgery..." he spluttered.

"Come on," the doctor said, "We'll explain on the way to the hospital."

Without another word to Cody, Dean followed the doctor out, desperately worried about Seth.

Cody shook his head. Bless Dean. He doted on Seth. Especially since the two-toned Iowa native had been champion. The Lunatic Fringe was always the first to get online and defend him against smarky haters. The amount of accounts Dean had on wrestling sites to cape for his man. Bless him.

The ravenette hoisted up his sports bag and padded out of the locker room, eager to hit the hotel. His extra curricular trip to Ireland had only served to make his European schedule even more gruelling. He was definitely a homeboy at heart though he did appreciate other countries. It was going to be a busy tour for the Georgian. Without Tye Dillinger. And because of the time difference he couldn't even ring the Canadian perfect 10 up for cheeky FaceTime sex. Harrumph.

"Cody darlin..over here.."

Cody paused to see Finn and Wade, flanked by Sheamus, and a henpecked-looking Neville.

"Hey," he said, "Just had to mop up lunatic fringe tears...Dean's in a real state."

"Can't blame him, that knee twisted right out from under Rollins," Sheamus remarked, "Saw it happen on the monitor...looked nasty."

"Poor sod," Wade put in, "Er mate...Fergal wants to ask you summat."

"What's that?" asked Cody, "Hot as fuck match by the way..."

"I'm still trying to get my boner down," Wade smirked before grunting as Finn thumped him for being crude, "Sorry love.."

"You better. Still mad at you for ripping me trunks."

"So what does Finny want to ask me?" giggled Cody.

"Double date," Finn beamed, "You, Dillinger, Stuart and me. Up for it?"

Cody shrugged.

"Sure," he said, "But let me tell you this girl..it ain't happening until Shawn blows my hole apart and that's that."

"Fair enough," Finn grinned, "Pick yer face up Neville."

"What's up with your face?" smirked Sheamus.

"Oh just The Wife...rung me up after my match to give me a bollocking, apparently I didn't water the plants before coming out here and half of them have carked it," Neville sighed, "Oh and I lost his favourite hat."

"Oh dear," Cody tutted, "Someone's not getting any cookie for a week."

"What's new?! He never fucking puts out these days!" the Geordie erupted, the long-burning exasperation unable to be contained any longer, "Seriously we may as well be bloody married! I can't go NEAR Rami these days without him pushing me away, giving me all this crap about rehab."

"He's had a poorly shoulder for years, give him a break," Finn said.

Cody bit his tongue. As if Finn cared about Sami's well-being anymore!

"He called me a sex pest the night before the Euro tour started!" complained Neville, "I tried to do the things he liked...stroking his balls and stuff..."

"Oh THANKS MATE," huffed Sheamus, "I don't need a mental image of you stroking Zayn's big hairy bollocks..."

"You seen them then Sheamus?" giggled Finn. He of course knew Sami was a little furry down there. Sami was a true otter - or fox, because he was a redhead.

"Yes Ste, how would you know?" teased Wade, "And you're doing Cesaro, so you should be used to hair!"

"I saw him in the nuddy at NXT once, he was changing and didn't care that people saw him," admitted Sheamus, "Remember, when I had that angle with you (he looked at Neville) and that sket Graves when you were tag champs?"

"Ugh I'd rather forget," Neville sighed.

"Mate, you need to fucking grow a set," Wade said, "When we go back to America, you are gonna march your Wife upstairs, rip his pants off and shag him so fucking hard he can't walk. You're a man aincha? Act like one and assert it. You let Zayn walk all over you, mate. You're so far under his thumb."

"Stueys right man, Zayn says 'shit', you jump on the shovel," Sheamus agreed, to catty sniggers from Finn and Cody. Well mainly Finn.

"To be honest," added Cody, with a reproachful look to his bestie. Sami could be annoying but he was going to have to have words with the Irishman soon about how bitchy he was being about the Montreal native; "Sami is probably hoping for that. Reverse psychology. He's trying to get you all worked up so you can't stand it anymore and just pound him silly. "

Which is what Cody himself was hoping with Tye! Get Tye so desperate to fuck him that he threw Cody down and...you know the rest..

"What? Oh bloody hell.." groaned the man that gravity forgot, "Jesus he's worse than most women with these head games!"

"You've been with him how long?" Sheamus teased, "It must be a thing with lads who take it up the arse."

Wade snorted.

"AND?!" Finn had his hands on his hips as he rounded on his fellow Dublin native suddenly, "What's the problem with feminine lads Farrelly?! I'm sorry we're not all beer-swilling Neanderthals upholding jaded Irish steretypes like you!"

"Finny..." sighed Cody, pulling the angry NXT Champ back.

"Calm down Fergal," hissed Wade.

Sheamus looked confused and a touch affronted.

"I was only joking..." he muttered.

"Yes, well," snarled Finn, "I don't take too kindly to fem-shaming. Feminine guys EXIST. Deal with it."

"But you've got a beard, play Lego and support Spurs.." Sheamus spluttered, "You're hardly feminine mate.."

"Ste, shut it mate," warned Wade, sensing there was about to be a MAJOR bitchfit from his fiancé after this freshly-dropped clanger.

"I spent YEARS hiding myself from oafs like you who are so scared of breaking their fragile masculinity," snarled Finn, still hands on hips and really looking like a good angry woman, "Hurting chauvinist pigs in the ring is one of the best parts of wrestling. I suppose you can't possibly do anything without adding the words man or bro in front of them first to protect your precious manliness. You manspread in catering. LAst time we were in a pub you called the wine 'brosé.' Bitch PLEASE. You opened your big white legs to Fandango and LIKED IT."

Sheamus scowled and hissed through his nose, unable to form a response in time.

"Fergal, leave it out," sighed Wade, "I was there remember..just stop having a paddy when there's no need."

"Wow, what have I started," Neville ran his hands through his long hair, "You can tell he's good mates with Rami..jesus...it's like having him here."

Cody SO wanted to say that Finn had stabbed Sami in the back but he was liable to get bitch-slapped hard with the mood FInn was now in! He appreciated why Finn got so offended by Sheamus' tactless remark after their conversations earlier on, but sometimes Finn needed to just CHILL the fuck out and stop finding drama to create.

"I'm going for a PISS." Finn stomped off.

"Change your bloody tampon while you're at it," muttered Sheamus just as Finn was out of earshot.

"Shut up.." growled Wade, cracking his knuckles, "Or I'll knock you out..stop aggravating him for fucks sake."

"OK...OK...can't a lad make a joke anymore?" complained SHeamus, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph..!"

"You know how people taking the piss out of camp lads winds him up," Wade accused, "I get it you're annoyed cos Cesaro ain't here tonight but you'll see him in a few days. It isn't Fergal's fault so stop picking on him."

"Cesaro's just as bad or getting there," Neville put in, "Well he's not Devitt level but he's always telling Sheamus off."

"Claude is nothing like him!" Sheamus protested, "Jesus I bet he sits to piss an'all!"

Cody was observing the big pit Sheamus was digging for himself...FInn had returned just as the red-haired Irishman said that. And oh did he look MAD. He caught Wade's eye and the big Brit just shrugged.

"How I empty me bladder is none of your business," Finn hissed, "I am *this* close to slapping you but because you're my fiancé's best friend I'm letting it slide. Shade me again, Farrelly, and you'll PAY."

"What will ya do?" Sheamus decided to fight fire with fire, "Hit me with your handbag?"

"YOU...!"

The NXT Champion went scarlet as RAGE filled him.

Cody was trying SO hard not to laugh, as was Neville.

The King Of The Ring decided to step in before Sheamus got his eyes scratched out. He pulled Finn back from Sheamus who actually cowered. Which given his size and general appearance was not something one would expect to see when faced with a small, lean figure like Finn.

"Fergal...it was just a joke...banter...will you PLEASE stop overreacting to every single thing?" sighed Wade, "One..it's embarrassing...and two...Ste's not got some agenda against you. Calm the fuck down."

"You can sew my trunks back together seeing as YOU RIPPED THEM," Finn was really on one now, "It's because you hang out with cavemen like HIM (he prodded SHeamus in the chest)."

"Jesus I said I was bloody sorry," Wade huffed, "What's got into you?"

"Clearly someone wasn't up to scratch earlier," chimed in Cody, who was now finding Finn's tantrum amusing rather than intimidating. He was such a little diva sometimes!

"OI!" barked Wade, "Nose out RHodes."

"Lads, for fucks sake, you're acting like kids.." moaned Neville, "I get enough of this at home!"

"And they say fellas are easier than lasses," Sheamus agreed, "Glad you're on my side Nev."

"FInny," Cody said, "Stop being such a little drama queen. Sheamus wasn't being cunty. And the trunks were an accident and they can be replaced. Your family were spared the sight of your naked ass in the ring. Stop finding things to get pissy over and just chill. Please?"

He went to hug the angry little NXT Champion and he felt the red mist evaporate as the the warm body touched his.

"How? How does he do that?" Wade sighed, "I'm supposed to be marrying the little sod and yet I can't get him to stop acting like a little bitch. Soon as Rhodes opens his trap..."

"Handling fabulous queens like us requires a dose of finesse," grinned Cody.

"You're buying meals for the rest of this tour Stuart for that," Finn said triumphantly.

"Fine, whatever you say love," surrended Wade.

Buzz.

Neville's phone went. WhatsApp.

Picture from Sami.

On the bed. Ass up. In a red and black jock. Oh FUCK yes. That was more like it.

And a message.

Miss you Ben *sad emojis*.

"Er lads, I gotta call.."

"Again? What for this time? Did you forget to say I love you?" snorted Sheamus.

"None of your business...Paddy..why don't you go ring your Swiss bit of skirt?!" Neville clapped back.

YAAAAAAAAS NEVILLE! Finn squealed and clapped.

"That's the most balls you've ever shown," snorted Wade.

Neville's phone went off again.

Video on WhatsApp.

"Gimme.." Finn snatched it.

OK. Sami looked hot, Finn would admit...

"Let's see.." grinned Sheamus.

"Cunts, all of you," complained Neville.

All four men watched the video...Sami whimpering like a slut, writhing desperately before peeling off his jock, and now COdy understood why Finn begged Sami to fuck him...that was a legit nice cock. Sami was a hot otter. Those long downy legs spread.

"I've seen enough!" Wade spluttered. He was going to need severe brain bleach after that!

Sheamus also backed off.

The head plastics however, continued to watch their supposed third amigo begin sucking two fingers and inserting them into his pert pale ass.

"Ohhh Ben..."

"Atta girl Sami," Cody whispered, "Show your neglectful husband to be what he's missing."

"I'll have THAT!" Neville was scarlet as he snatched back his phone.

"Oh but we wanted to see Sami playing with his snatch," Finn grinned mischeivously before squealing in pain as Wade clipped him round the ear.

---

Orlando, FL

Sami Zayn was achingly horny. His cock was leaking all over his toned furry stomach.

Come on Neville. Send him a return video! Please! He was DYING to just blow a load. He was gagging for sex. This rehab was playing havoc with his libido. Whenever he needed attention most, Neville was on the road. Whenever Neville was home (and treating their house like a god-damn HOTEL!) Sami never had a shred of sex drive. It just wasn't FAIR!

Fuck it.

Sami reached under his bed.

He'd been shopping recently. CloneZone to be exact.

A large dildo plus some tingly lube. If he couldn't get what he craved from his Northern English beloved, then toys will have to suffice. Neville was thousands of miles away and WhatsApp jerk videos were not cutting it anymore. Sami wanted to be fucked. His ass needed filling.

He coated the toy liberally with lubricant.

His hole was prepped enough from all this fingering.

He placed the toy on the bed before peeling his jockstrap off. Slowly his legs opened wider as he lowered his lean, muscular, rusty-furred body onto the sex toy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...yes..."

Yes. In first time and his G-spot rubbed. Oh GOD yes. He missed being fucked so much.

He set his phone to record and placed it on the corner of the bed. He could see himself on the screen, naked, and writhing like a porn star.

"Ohhh Ben...fuck me...pound my fucking ass.."

Sami was unleashing his inner slut. Hell, he;d even let other men tag team him! And this toy was smashing his neglected prostate. He began to ride hard and fast, trying not to put too much strain on his shoulder.

He was fisting his cock frantically. God he just needed to get his rocks off. But it wasn't the same as two thick muscular thighs smashing against his round ass cheeks...Neville's cologne and pheromones assaulting his nostrils, that rough thick accent emitting manly growls and grunts...those fingers pulling Sami's short red hair...

He slapped his own ass.

"Spank me Ben...fuck me like a whore..fuck my ass...Fuck my ASS!"

He was at home alone. He was going to be as loud as he fucking wanted.

And because he was so frustrated, it wasn't long at all before with a jubilant scream, his lean, muscular, hairy body convulsed and he exploded hard all over himself, the duvet..

"OHHH FUCK YES.."

To finish the scene, he dipped his finger in a glob of his release and licked it wantonly. Oh yes.

Gasping, Sami leaned over, totally sated (well as much as he could be without his beloved Geordie beneath him) and hit the stop button.

But because his post-coital flush rendered his fingers a bit numb...it slipped...and he'd opened the wrong conversation...the dormant 3 amigos group chat...

NO! Delete! Delete!

Too late.

The blue ticks appeared.

---

Neville was in his hotel room in Dublin early next morning..

He was laying back on his bed, a much-needed release sprayed across his ripped abs.

Wow, Sami.

He really fucking missed the nagging redhead. And his mates were right. He was so sick of being henpecked by Sami. He was going to march the redhead upstairs the moment he arrived back at their Orlando home and fuck him through the mattress. Give Sami what he craved. Sod thbe shoulder. The doctors said he was making excellent progress and may be cleared back for in-ring competition soon.

He decided to Facetime his boy.

"Hey Ben.." Sami was beaming adorably.

It was nice for Neville to not be subject to yet another telling off about some other undone household chore! And Sami was shirtless..always a nice start to Facetime.

"Alright?" smiled the Geordie.

"Did you like my video?" a cute coy giggle.

"Yes...very much...didn't need to do much work to get off.." smirked the Brit.

"Me neither Ben. I really miss you. How was the show?"

"Pretty good. Rollins did his knee in."

"I saw something on Twitter. Man that must suck. How are the boys?"

"Yeah they're fine...planning a double date with Barrett and Dillinger when they're back. They keep saying Balor's just like you."

"Who's they?"

"Barrett and Sheamus."

"Ben. I'm sick of you listening to those two Neanderthals!"

OK that was it. Time to plant the seeds of change..

"I'll be mates with who I bloody well like Rami! I'm sick to the back teeth of you telling me what to fucking do!"

"No need to take that tone with me, Benjamin Satterly. Might I remind you that I'm actually still fucking pissed at you for losing my green hat! I bought that off a market a decade ago! I'll never get another one like it. You killed my ginger plant and my young lemon tree because you cannot be bothered to get off your ass and WATER them when I'm out going through pain to rehab this damn shoulder!"

Oh jesus. Did Sami EVER stop nagging? This was going to be tougher than Neville first thought!

"I'm not your bloody servant."

"YOU HYPOCRITICAL BASTARD! I'm not yours! Who washes and irons your underwear?! Who cooks ALL your meals?! Who keeps the house clean whilst you're on the road despite having to fucking train to keep away the ring rust and try and get this fucking shoulder healed?!" roared Sami, exasperated, "Who makes sure you've always got fresh ring attire?! Who darns your damn entrance cape because you can't be bothered to take care of it? ME?! THAT'S WHO, BEN?! I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND, I'M YOUR FUCKING DRUDGE! WHY DON'T I JUST WEAR A HIJAB AND BE YOUR GOOD LITTLE MUSLIM WIFE?! OH THAT'S RIGHT, YOU DON'T WANT TO MARRY ME BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL ASHAMED OF BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH ANOTHER MAN!"

Neville was recoiling at the tinny speaker amplifying Sami's ranting piercingly. Ow.

Sami was sobbing. His frustrations had just exploded completely...he'd bottled them for so long...the slutty video had loosened the damn...and then it had just burst. Testosterone was raging through his veins like lava.

"I'm sorry.." mumbled Neville stupidly.

"Sorry isn't good enough..." Sami sobbed, "Ben you obviously don't want to commit to me. i'm obviously holding you back. It's fine. If you want to end it...it's cool."

"Don't talk shit.." the Brit huffed.

"You don't want to marry me. That'd be too much trouble for you..." Sami wept, "You can sleep in the spare room until you find your own place. You don't have to be near me. Just...pay me some rent. Our relationship has been cracked for a while and I was stupid not to see it..."

What?

Neville couldn't even bring up a decent response. All he knew was, he wasn't dressed for this kind of talk. He hastilly hunted for his jogging bottoms and pulled them on along with one of his gym vests. Sami was clearly extremely frustrated both with his status and their lack of a sex life due to Neville being on the road.

---

Back in Orlando, Sami was sat shaking in his armchair, sobbing hoarsely. He had to end it. He knew people made fun of their relationship. Finn and Cody didn't want to know him. Especially now they'd seen him naked and riding a dildo. They'll just laugh at him and put it on the internet. He wasn't thick. He'd gotten a vibe that they were excluding him. Neville just found him annoying. And repulsive.

So he felt it was best to just cut his losses and end their two year relationship. Set Neville free. He still loved the Brit, but he could see he wasn't happy with him.

"Rami...c'mon let's talk about it.." came the heavy accent from the phone.

Sami hung up.

Knock knock.

Oh if this was fucking Corey Graves come to stick the boot in...

Wiping his eyes, he stomped to the door.

"Oh, sup El Generico." Johnny Gargano, a good friend of Sami's from the indies and had appeared on NXT recently, "You OK man?"

"No. Just broken up with Ben."

"Oh really? Man that's shit," Johnny said, "Over what? Did he cheat on you over in Europe?"

"No...we just came to the decison *sniffle* it wasn't working," Sami croaked, "Come on in.."

"Thanks man," Johnny stepped inside, "Wanna grab a beer? Take your mind off of it?"

Sami side-eyed him.

"Oh...shit...yeah...Muslim.." mumbled Johnny.

"How long you in Orlando for?" asked Sami.

"Just another couple of days then back to Cleveland," Johnny said, "Just wanted to see who was about."

"I was about to hit the sack," Sami said, "Unless you want to game a bit?"

"Nah man, if you wanna be alone I understand," Johnny replied.

"No...I'd actually like some company," Sami almost pleaded, "Please? I'm so bored and alone...this fucking shoulder."

"How's it healing up?"

"Actually well...doc says I could be back VERY soon," Sami smiled, "Not that anyone gives a damn. My so-called 'amigos' have turned on me."

"Sucks when you're on the shelf," sympathised Johnny, walking into the lounge and sitting on the couch.

"SHoes," Sami snapped.

"Oh...sorry man."

He removed his sneakers. Sami tutted and picked them up to place them neatly by the front door. Such a housewife.

He padded back into the lounge and perched next to his old indie buddy.

"So any news on joining?" he asked, "Or was it just a one-time thing?"

"THink it was a one time...still working so all good," Johnny replied, "So many fans on Twitter keep asking me if I've signed with WWE long term."

"You're probably better off as you are," Sami said, "Anyhoo, I don't want to see any more of my old buds from the indie circuit be pursued by Rat Skank."

"Rat Skank? Ahhh...Stirling Keenan. He used to try and bed me back in the day. Always turned him down."

"He never takes no for an answer. I think he's banged every male in the company bar Vince himself."

"He's gross, man."

What happened next...Sami couldn't explain. All he knew was that he was leaning across the couch and claiming Johnny Gargano's lips with his own.

He was emotional. Lonely. Frustrated. Irrational.

And there was a gorgeous man on his couch next to him.

Seemed legit.

And to his delight yet shock, Johnny was kissing him back. The handsome indie wrestler could see as plain as day that Sami just wanted some attention. Stuck alone in that house between rehabbing and hard training...no wonder he'd been driven crazy...the road often wrecked relationships.

Best not to think too much and just make the most of this oppertunity to get laid, Johnny thought. He was single. And now so was Sami.

Sami seemed to pull the straight guys a lot. Was it his nature? His sparkling eyes and adorable smile? His furry, toned body?

Sami whimpered and moaned against Johnny's lips, reaching forward to stroke the front of the indie star's jeans.

"Fuck man ya want it?" growled Johnny.

Sami just smiled...and nodded.

"Upstairs," he whispered.

"You sure man...I mean...you just had a breakup?"

"I also haven't had sex in fucking ages Johnny."

"Fair enough man." smirked Johnny, getting to his feet.

Sami's sweatpants were tented visibly.

Johnny gave him a mischeivous grin.

"OK man, looks like ya do want it," he teased, "COuld take someone's eye out with that."

"Come on Johnny before I change my mind."

Johnny followed Sami up the stairs and into the bedroom. Impossibly tidy. Sami kicked the door shut before devouring the indie star's mouth yet again. He'll fucking show those two-faced bitches Cody and Finn that he was just as good, damnit. After ALL he'd done for Finn over the years!

Was he using Johnny?

Maybe.

All he was thinking right now was to get his clothes off and a dick in his ass.

"You been with guys before Johnny?" he asked between heavy kisses.

"Uh-huh."

"Really? You always told me the thought made you sick.."

"Only Keenan. Because he looks like he probably has every STD going."

"He probably HAS every STD going."

"Plus man, you're hot. And legit one of the nicest pro wrestlers in the biz."

"Too kind," Sami simpered, "Shirt off Gargano."

Johnny smiled warmly as he peeled his shirt off.

Mmm nice body.

Sami kneeled down and licked up Johnny's abs, grinning naughtily up at him. Yes. He was going to CHEAT. Be a slut. Why not? He was SICK of being good wifey Sami. He wanted to be a bad boy for a change. His image was so squeaky clean.

And anyway. Please.

Adrian Neville looked like a fucking RAT. May have a hot body but what a butterface.

Johnny Gargano was hot as fuck.

Wow Sami's inner bitch had burst forth.

Did he give a fuck? Nope.

He kissed Johnny some more.

"Hey," he purred, "You may as well tell me...Ciampa?"

"Buds with benefits," smiled Johnny, "That obvious huh?"

"You two were ALWAYS together at the PC," giggled Sami, groping the bulge in Johnny's jeans and deftly unzipping.

Johnny was caressing Sami's tented sweatpants right back. He knew how to please a guy alright. And he and Tomaso Ciampa were only fucking on a casual basis.

"Yeah man, we used to often fuck in the promo room," Johnny grinned.

"Hot!" whined Sami, unbuttoning Johnny's jeans and pulling them down his muscled legs.

"Fuck yeah man, take 'em off."

Sami then dropped his own sweats, revealing the jockstrap from his naughty call to Neville hours ago.

"Fuck man, you always wear those?" breathed Johnny.

"Not as much as I'd like," Sami smiled, "Johnny...?"

"Yeah?" More kisses.

"You top or bottom.."

"Top..."

"I guessed Ciampa would bottom.." giggled Sami, "Good because I am too."

"Not surprised man...your ass is fucking hot...especially in that jock.." Johnny breathed, spanking it.

"Mmmmmmm..." Sami moaned, "Spank me some more.."

He crawled onto the bed. Arching that back like the slutty bottom he was. Ass up and proud.

Johnny was only getting harder. El Generico, Sami Zayn...whatever he was called had always been hot. But because he dressed, well, like an old guy day-to-day his good looks were often masked. Literally when he was El Generico.

Johnny shed his boxer shorts and climbed naked behind Sami's perfect, furry ass.

"I like hair, don't get guys who shave," he said.

"Me neither," Sami sighed as Johnny ran his finger between his cheeks...oh YES...AT LAST! Someone was touching him! "Ohhh Johnny...yes...touch me...just keep touching.."

"Sound like you've had a real dry spell," Johnny breathed, continuing to stroke Sami's hole and crack...before moving lower and ever so slightly caressing the pale red hairs on Sami's balls...something Tomaso liked having done..and Sami whimpered loudly. Clearly he liked that as well. This should be fucking hot. And he'd wanted to fuck Generico for quite some time. He hadn't even considered when he'd decided to go see his old buddy that he'd end up in his bedroom within ten minutes of crossing the threshold!

Sami pushed his ass back further.

"Johnny...do you eat ass?"

"Yeah mean, fuckin' love it."

"Then fucking eat me out man...OHHHHHHHHHHHH YESS! Fuck yes! Mmmm...yeah go on eat my fucking otter ass.."

Sami wanted to be slutty. Wanted to shed his good-girl image permanently. But UNLIKE his nemesis Corey, he wasn't going to chase everything male and breathing or try and break up relationships. Only single men. Single GAY men. Have a bit of fun. He was only 31. Still young.

Johnny snapped the jockstrap elastic against Sami's pale skin as he continued to rim the high flying former NXT Champion.

"Ohhh yeah..." Sami gasped, "I haven't been licked out in fucking ages.."

He was making sure he didn't slip into Arabic.

He wriggled around before peeling off his jock, his weeping cock springing free. He pulled Johnny to him, connecting them at the lips again and wrapping his long legs around the shorter man, moaning constantly. He sounded frustrated, and Johnny could tell that Sami really just wanted a good hard fuck. He could sympathise. A man with balls so blue they were almost black. He knew that when he saw it.

He made to grab Sami's cock and rub it against his.

"Johnny..." whimpered Sami, "I have lube...in the drawer."

"Cool man...not want to suck dick or anything?"

"Just grab the lube sweetie."

Sami grinned up at him.

Like the sly fox he was...as soon as Johnny's muscular thighs were in front of him as the indie star opened the bedside drawer...Sami pounced, taking the impressive hard cock into his mouth.

"Ohhh FUCK man...you sly bastard.." grunted Johnny, "Fuck yes dude...suck that fucking dick...yeah man...you want it? Huh?"

Sami nodded, shooting wanton eyes up at him as he greedily feasted on this pint-sized stud's cock. Mmmm fuck yes. He was such a bad bitch. Talk of the PC tomorrow this will be.

"Man..." Johnny was rummaging, well trying to but Sami sucked SO DAMN GOOD, "You...have any rubbers?"

"No..." Sami released his cock, "Fuck Johnny...I don't think to buy them...Ben and I stopped using them ages ago."

"It's cool man, want me to get you off anyway?"

He began to jerk Sami's cock.

Actually.

When would he get another chance to fuck him?

He reached for the lubricant.

And began to coat his cock.

"Johnny?" Sami raised his eyebrows.

"I'll take the risk. I want to fuck you anyway," Johnny grunted.

"Bareback brotherhood huh, you do surprise me Gargano.." grinned Sami.

"Man I feel naughty.." smiled Johnny, passing Sami the bottle of Durex Play.

"So do I...all the better," Sami had a wicked smile as he coated three fingers and reaching between his legs. His hole was still a little tender from the dildo ages ago...but he still was going to prep himself.

Fuck society. Fuck Cody and Finn. Fuck Neville.

He was gonna have some naughty fun with this hot friend from the indies.

And nobody was gonna stop Sami Zayn from getting what he wanted right now.

No fucking BODY.

He raised his long, downy legs and placed them on Johnny's tanned shoulders.

"Man you're so fucking HOT," Johnny grunted, "I've wanted to fuck you for years, man."

"Now's your chance," purred Sami, moaning as he continued to finger his hole, coating himself liberally with lube.

Johnny couldn't take his eyes off this hot redhead.

Sami passed the lube back to him. Johnny applied more to his hard cock, jerking it idly to stay hard.

He leaned in, taking aim. Sami was a lot taller and broader than Tomaso Ciampa. But the principle was the same. Slowly...slowly...he pushe dinto the tight entrance, the wispy strawberry-blonde hairs tickling a little...

"OWwww..." Sami squeaked in pain as the tip went in. Even though he'd trained with his sex toy earlier...it was the first time in what seemed an eternity that a man had put his dick there...

"Want me to stop?" breathed Johnny.

Sami shook his head.

"Just...been a while...more.."

Johnny pushed himself inside deeper...what a tight fucking ass. Sami held his cheeks open to make more room...FUCK YES!

His eyes rolled back as he whimpered in triumph...Johnny was all the way inside him now. No turning back.

"C'mon Gargano, FUCK ME," he mewled.

"Whatever ya say man."

"And don't be fuckin' soft about it. Fuck me like you MEAN IT."

Johnny began to pound the taller redhead hard and fast. Oh fuck yes. What a good, willing whore the ex-masked high flier was! And the noises he was making!

"OHHH! FUCK! OH FUCK YEAH! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK YES!"

Sami was unleashing his inner whore. Oh this felt SO FUCKING GOOD! YES. He could almost understand why so many gays were slutty. The new world of possibilities...he was SO getting a Grindr profile after this. Orlando was a big city.

"Feel good man?" growled Johnny between grunts of pleasure. He'd not fucked a guy without a rubber before...this made it even more sensual...and it turned him on more that he was breaking Sami's dry spell. Sami sounded SO grateful.

"OH YES! Don't stop...please don't stop...oh yes! Fuck me! Feels SO GOOD! FUCK! STOP A MINUTE!"

"Why?"

"Pull out," snaled Sami, "Do me doggie. You wanna look at this ass and slap it?!"

"Fuck yes man, you know how to fuck." Johnny pulled out.

Sami eagerly wriggled onto all fours once more, chest down, ass up. Like a true bottom slut. Johnny kneeled behind him, grunting appreciatively at this beautiful furry bubble butt. Now this was a view and a half. He slipped back inside Sami with a bit more ease.

Sami let out a scream.

His spot was smashed dead on this time. OH YES. Now he was talking.

He moved Johnny's hand from his trim hip to his head, indicating he wanted it hard and rough.

"Pull my fucking hair. Make me submit."

"Sure man..."

SPANK.

"YES! Again!"

Spank.

The bed crashed against the wall as Johnny truly went to town on the needy redhead...fucking Sami like a cheap ring rat he'd picked up after an indie show...and Sami was fucking LOVING IT! Cursing, screaming, fucking Johnny right back with his agile hips...beauty of having a high-flying moveset...fuck Sami was so frustrated he couldn't stop his abs from burning...it was shooting up his thick ivory thighs...he was getting close...oh FUCK YES Johnny was going to make him cum!

"GONNA...oh fuck I'm gonna..."

"Fuck dude you close?"

"Uh-huh...ahhh...ahh..." Sami let out a much-suppressed scream and convulsed, spraying thick ropes all over the duvet...hands free. Oh YES! Fuck this was the orgasm of his life right now...all his built-up tension was bursting forth..yes...he didn't want this to fucking END..

"Oh fuck man..." gasped Johnny, feeling it boiling up inside of him, his climax catalysed by witnessing (and feeling) Sami explode like that, "Sorry dude...I'm gonna fuckin nut...oh fuck I can't...sorry man..."

"Cum inside me and don't fuckin' stop till you're empty."

"OHHH FUCK !" Johnny cried, driving deep inside Sami and unleashing three days worth of not-jerking-off deep inside the willing, muscular ass.

Sami clenched his hole to ensure he received every fucking shot.

Gasping...Johnny stumbled clumsily onto Sami's sweaty back.

Sami giggled, totaly sated.

Johnny slowly pulled out of him.

"Ohh man," he sighed, on total jelly legs and collapsing beside Sami, "You got a towel?"

"Just...give me a minute Gargano.." Sami panted, rolling onto his back and laying next to his new conquest.

A few minutes passed as both men tried to get their breath back.

That was an intense fuck - two cases of blue balls colliding.

All Sami knew was that Johnny Gargano was a much better fuck than Adrian Neville ever was. The Geordie's inexperience with fucking men truly showed after a session with a guy who sort of knew his way around a male body. Johnny might be only slightly bi but still, what was good enough for Ciampa was good enough for Sami!

Sami pulled Johnny to him for a kiss.

"Oh Johnny," he sighed, "I needed that so much."

"I could tell man, anyone would think you'd gone fucking celibate," grinned Johnny, "Wow...that was wild."

"You know how to fuck," Sami smiled, "What was I doing, wasting two years with a fucking NOVICE for?"

"I'm not that experienced with dudes myself," Johnny replied, easily spotting the post-breakup denial stage setting in, "But maybe because I've wanted to fuck you for a few years.."

"Would you like to stay the night?" asked Sami.

"Aw man don't wanna impose...you've just had a breakup."

"And I've just had the best sex in at least two years, Johnny. Neville can go back to vag for all I care. Stupid jug-eared rat."

Johnny winced. Ouch. But hey, why not be here for his old indie friend? If it meant another chance to fuck that ass...and he knew Sami was a good cook.

Sami may well be asking Johnny to stay the night, but that was because they were already friends as opposed to casual hookup. He didn't even care what he'd risked by allowing Johnny to fuck him bareback. But it felt fucking good. Tomorrow he was purchasing Grindr Xtra and making a profile. Seeing what Orlando had to offer him. But he was going to be safe from then on. It was just one of those things that happened. This will get him through the rest of his journey back to the ring alright.

---

NAUGHTY SAMI :O :O

Of all the people to behave that way, I know...but I thought the running gag of put-upon-Neville had run its course a bit and I miss Sami's cute little face :( Plus, do I get smark points for including Gargano? He's hot after all and I thought it would spice things up. He's not stupid, he knows that his amigos have backstabbed him (well, Finny has).

Sorry no Sheasaro smut, especially now Cesaro's out with an injury :( :( Fandango's gonna relish getting Sheamus to himself...if the big ginge can stop making faux pas in front of Finn LOL.

Due to clashing schedules with the Other Half, spoilers (OH is a long time Taker fan and had the PPV spoiled for him) and being generally busy with other stuff this past month, I never watched SS or the following Raw (I heard it was a bit lacklustre save for Sasha vs Becky...girlfriends match ;)), so at this point I do not even know who the new WWE WHC is. All I know is, they'll get the full blast of Dean's resentment over Seth. I'll find out on Raw tomorrow. If it's Sheamus...oh dear...haha. No Cesaro, Fandango trying to get his arse...and angry Dean. Poor fella.

Sorry it's been an unfeasibly long time since the previous update, as you can see, severe writer's block. Which is why most of this chapter took place at the Dublin show!

Hope you like it anyway xx