Chapter 46
Thanks for the reviews :) Yeah I gathered all of you would want to know what will happen now Cesaro's out the picture! Sheamus is champ so he'll throw all his energy into that.
But what about Sami? :O Not only did he cheat (he didn't confirm to Neville they were over, he hung up before the poor sod could reply) but he didn't use a condom...bad bad boy.
Now..this is important. I am on a WWE hiatus until further notice. I still keep up to date with any WWE news of course, but I knew I had to take a break when the only pleasure I got from watching wrestling was thinking 'what can I use for my fanfic?'. Writing this is more fun than watching the actual product - Raw had become a chore, the storylines don't interest me - I like Sheamus a lot but wasn't interested in him as champ - happy for Roman, though. I like that Wade's still being used but just can't get into this League Of Nations thing; Cesaro's now out, Stardust is a jobber...the divas storylines are yet again doing the women a disservice, and don't get me started on the horrid promo they gave Paige re: CHarlotte's brother before SS. I may return to watching at Rumble.
So sorry it's still set in November at this stage! Hope you enjoy the story anyway, I still enjoy creating it! This will be the last one that goes up before Christmas so have a merry holiday season and see y'all in 2016! x
Armistice Day (11 November), Manchester, England
It was a cold, wet November morning in the city of Manchester.
Cody Rhodes AKA Stardust was in his hotel room, just preparing to head down for breakfast. Raw tonight. Some media. Workouts. Usual fun. Why did it always rain here?
He just sprayed himself with some cologne when his phone rang.
"You ready?" Eden emerged from the bathroom, hair, makeup and outfit on point as always.
"Yeah just give me a minute.." Cody unplugged his phone from the charger.
Sami calling
"Who is it?" asked Eden, hoping it wasn't Dillinger..not this time of a morning.
"Sami..wonder what he wants? Look, go down, I'll catch you up."
"OK." Eden pecked his cheek, one eye on her own phone, finger hovering over 'Nicole'. Hehehe.
Cody gave his wife a cheeky grin.
"Cody.." she said in that stern way that always got her big kid husband jumping to her tune.
"Sowwy," he said, "See you shortly..mwah."
"Mwah."
Cody answered.
"Hey...you're up late," he said.
"Hi Cody...how's Europe?"
"We're in joyous rainy Britain ready for Raw. How's the shoulder?"
"Forget the shoulder..." Sami sounded really down, "I've got something to tell you."
Uh oh.
This cannot be good.
Cody really hoped Sami hadn't found out about the Slam book. He was already pretending that the X-rated video gaffe never happened to spare Sami's mortification.
"Sami, look, about last week...the video..."
"Have good laugh did you?"
"No, Sami...please.."
"I know you and Fergal bitch about me. I'm sorry I'm not as pretty as either of you...I'm sorry you think I'm a joke."
"Sami, I never said..."
"You don't need to. I see it in Fergal's face whenever I see him here in Orlando. He'd rather be anywhere but around me.."
Cody gulped guiltily. Finn really was obvious. He was going to have words, no mistake.
"Sami, look...what's happened?"
"Ben and I are no longer together...well...more the point...I cheated on him."
"You WHAT?!" shrieked Cody, "Sami?! What the fuck?! Who with? Why?"
"I'm stuck in that fucking house all by myself, rehabbing, training my ass off, and he's on the road with his manly cool friends Sheamus and Barrett.."
"So?! That's no fucking excuse Sami. Why? I know Neville needs a rocket up his ass every now and then but he's always been good to you considering you're the first guy he'sever dated!" Cody cried.
"I'm SICK of having to teach him how to fucking be a BOYFRIEND because he still can't face losing his man points," Sami spat, "It's been two years, Cody. He won't commit. So I've had enough."
"You just wanted some D, Sami, that's what the issue is," Cody snarked, "Cut the bullshit and come clean. You just needed your ass fucked and couldn't be bothered to wait for the tour to be over."
His sympathy was limited - he was itching to get down and dirty with Tye but he could survive a bit longer. Cody hated cheaters.
"Excuse me," Sami sassed, "You are a fine one to talk. Who's the one who married a woman but still messes with men? Who's the one who cheated on Mathews with Stephen Amell?! Who's the one who screwed Fergal despite asking ME for help how to tell him to back off all those times?!"
"Leave it Sami, it's not about me."
"Don't be such a fucking hypocrite then."
"Do you want my friendship or not?!"
"Do you want mine? Fergal doesn't and you seem to do everything he tells you."
"Shut up," hissed Cody, "Now's not the time. Spill the fucking tea. Who? Who did you fuck?"
"Johnny Gargano.."
Wow. Sami did like short guys, Cody thought. But hey, Gargano (and his buddy Ciampa) were hot. Cody couldn't blame Sami.
"Is he gay? Bi?"
"Bi...kinda. He and Ciampa had a thing going...and...he knew how to fuck. Cody...you can get on your soapbox and preach your thing all you want but it'll change nothing. It happened and that was that."
"I'm sensing there's more..." Cody sighed, "You fallen for Gargano?"
"He stayed over and we fucked again in the morning," Sami confessed, "I needed a good fuck like no tomorrow. I was going crazy. But...er...this is the thing...we...Johnny...didn't wrap it. Bareback sex."
A horrible silence.
Cody was horrified.
That wasn't Sami at all. He wasn't a messy sleazy whore. Or was he? Was the good Muslim wife thing an act?
"You didn't.." he whispered.
"I did."
"How fucking STUPID can you BE?!" erupted Cody, "Seriously! Do you even know anything about Gargano's history?! He could be poz and you didn't even bother to ask! Hell, YOU could be?! You better get yourself fucking TESTED pronto Sebei or I'm telling Triple H!"
"YOU WOULDN'T DARE..."
"Wouldn't I? That is something fucking Graves or Mess or Ass Implants would do! Know your status! Only stop wearing condoms if you're in a CLOSED RELATIONSHIP! WHY SAMI?! WHY?"
"Thought it might impress you and Fergal. Might make you think I'm worthy of your attention again." Sami admitted.
"Oh my..." Cody was sickened. Really? It had come to this? Sami putting his health on the line to IMPRESS him?! Was he really that loathsome a person? Finn wasn't getting out this one lightly. Cody was going to tear the NXT Champion a new hole for this. Much as Cody loved Finn, he knew what a bitch the Irishman could be.
"And you're not impressed?"
"Sami. I'm disgusted. Appalled."
"THEN WHAT THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO DO?! I'VE DONE NOTHING BUT BE A FRIEND AND YOU AND HIM HAVE STABBED ME IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BACK!" roared the redhead, exasperated, "I fucking BROUGHT Fergal here and he's just thrown me aside because of my shoulder! All because he was so desperate to climb onto your dick."
"Yeah yeah...I'm gonna talk to Finny..."
"Yeah right. Bet you'll have a good laugh about me."
"No Sami. I don't agree with the way he's backstabbed you. I see no need for it. But anyway. Why did you do it without a rubber?"
"Because we just ended up in bed and neither of us had one."
"So?! You can get pleasure without anal! Sami, I've not had anal with Shawn yet! And we've been official for a month or so now."
"A record for you isn't it?" scoffed Sami.
"Shade me all you like but I want a relationship not just sex. Maybe you should do the same."
"Yes well, mutual jerkoff and a bit of oral wouldn't cut it," Sami was unrepentant now, "I wanted my ass fucked and that was that. I'm single now Cody, I'm sick of being seen as the good little girl guide. I want to have some fun and you and Fergal can't do anything about how I choose to live my life."
"So two years with Neville meant jack shit? You wanted to coup a straight man? That it?"
"Maybe."
"You're a slut, Sami. A selfish, grasping slut."
"Boo hoo. Deal with it. Now if you'll excuse me I need to finish my Scruff and Grindr profiles."
"Ugh. Enjoy being just another 'bottom who can accom' in Orlando. Another faceless hole to jizz in. You won't find love on those apps and you'll go back home alone every night after putting your body on the line. You'll end up a twisted bitter lonely shell, just like Graves."
"Good to know Cody. Finished?"
"Whatever. Bye."
Cody hung up.
What a fucking mess. Seriously drama just followed him everywhere! First having to deal with a furious Dean over Seth's injury, and now Sami showing evident true colours! He really thought Sami wasn;t one of Those Gays. Cody knew he was no angel but at least he was honest about what he'd been...what he was now. How Sami could rag on Corey when he was exactly the same, Cody was mystified. But then it hit him - he only really got to know Sami when he was devoted to Neville. He knew nothing about Sami's sexual past...he never really got into it during their friendship...Cody knew about the fling with Cesaro and the near-miss with Finn but that was it. Sami could have been a massive slut before signing with WWE. Maybe he and Finn used to go out on the prowl for dick together? And now Finn was engaged, everything Sami supposedly wanted with Neville...was Sami jealous? Trying to prove a point?
Cody huffed and grabbed his ever-present box of Boo-berry cereal, tucking it under his arm and placing his Off-Duty glasses on his pretty face before heading down to breakfast.
Paige, Summer Rae, Eden and Finn Balor were sat at the table in the hotel restaurant, waiting for their leader to emerge.
"Oh there he is," Paige remarked, "Must have lost his kiddie cereal."
"I was instructed to bring it or else," Eden joked, "He's not a happy bunny without his artificial blueberry fix."
"Hey," Cody said, taking his seat and placing his box of cereal on the table.
"Dillinger want some phone sex?" Finn quipped with a cute smile.
"No, Finny, I need to talk to you. Important stuff."
"Can't it wait?" complained the NXT Champ, "I've just ordered Eggs Benedict."
"Oh she so fancy," Cody teased with a small grin, tipping a king-sized amount of his luridly blue, sugar-laced cereal into the pathetic hotel bowl before loading it with milk.
"How can he eat that crap and stay so slim," lamented Summer.
"Because good things happen to bad people?" Paige teased, patting Cody on the head.
"Oh shut up Saraya," Cody said thickly through a full mouth, earning him a reproachful look from his wife.
"You know if you eat too much of that stuff, your shit turns blue?" Finn said loudly, "I hope you douche thoroughly sweets cos that ain't pretty."
"EW!" squealed Summer as Paige rolled her eyes.
"FINNY! I'll tip this over your head in a minute!" pouted Cody, "Firstly, making inappropiate remarks at breakfast has always been MY thing, and secondly, how dare you imply I don't douche!"
"CODY!" snapped Eden, "Enough."
"Yaaaas girl, you tell him," Summer chimed.
"THAT," said Finn triumphantly, "Was for embarrassing me in front of me ma. Told you I'd get you back for that."
"Look how limp his wrists are," Paige grinned, "So boys. How did it go?"
"Actually had an awesome time," Cody said, "His mom's the best cook in the world. SHe made this cake...oh wow, if that's what fruitcake is meant to taste like maybe I'm converted."
"Porter cake is LEAGUES above that horrible dayglo shit you Yanks call fruit cake," Finn scoffed, "Cherries are not meant to be luminous green. Blech."
"There was cake. And I missed this?" Paige complained, "Where's Emma and her cheesecakes when I need her?"
"Girl, eat too many of those and you'll lose the abs," Summer smiled, tossing back her golden locks.
"I think Saraya just spaffed in her panties," observed FInn.
Eden covered her face in despair.
"Cody, throw your cereal over his head," Paige barked, "I'll buy you a new box once we're back in the US."
"Having said that, I do miss Lucky Charms," Finn sighed, "And now I live in Orlando where they're not a rip off but I can't have them..."
"You chose to eat clean, Finny," Cody said, "Mmmm...look at all these lovely sugary, carby, dirty, marshmallows."
Like a good big kid, he ate the cereal bits first and left the marshmallows till last. Cody did have a lot of funny little ways.
"Enjoy the midday sugar crash," Finn said as Cody slurped them from the lilac-hued milk.
"CODY! Stop slurping, you're not at home now!" ordered Eden, to giggles from the others.
"Did he slurp at Mama Devitt's table?" Paige teased.
"No. He decided it would be HILARIOUS to tell STORIES about me instead," huffed Finn, "He did an impression of me like I was bloody Louie Spence or something, all wrists."
"What stories..." Paige smirked.
"About the sex wee incident...Mania 31?" grinned Cody, "When Wade was walking down the ramp...he was all.."
"YOU DARE.." Finn fumed.
"'I legit did a sex wee in me trunks'" Cody drawled in an eerily accurate (if camped up a notch!) impression, complete with the animated hand gestures Finn often did without realising!
Paige, Eden and Summer screamed with laughter.
Finn pouted and huffed hard.
"That's SO him...I can't even.." spluttered Summer.
"Yeah OK bitch, it's kinda lost its comic appeal the fifth time you do it," sassed Finn, "I could take the piss out of you but I'm nice like that." HARRUMPHH.
"I'm impossible to impersonate," Cody said triumphantly.
"'Yeaaaah we're happpy free, confused and lonely in the best way," Finn sang, in a bassy, out-of-tune voice, "It's miserable and magical...Ohhh YEAAAAH." His voice cracked.
"Have to say," giggled Eden, "THat is you when you sing honey."
"Yeah I know," put in Paige, "I had to save him on karaoke once."
"Bitches," pouted Cody.
"22 is one of my absolute FAVE Taylor tunes and you murdered it at Wrestlemania 29!" Finn pouted.
"Wah wah wah," Cody clapped back, this time in a perfect imitation of JBL.
"So what's this 'important' news?" Finn asked, grinning amiably at the attractive waiter as his eggs benedict arrived, "Have you set the anal date yet?...oh thank you."
"You're welcome sir," the waiter smiled, in a rather camp Mancunian accent.
Paige and Summer shared a look.
"SHUT UP!" hissed Eden at him.
"Oooh sowwy," Finn teased, as the waiter left, "I think he was flirting with me."
"Flirting? If he'd been any more obvious he'd have felt Finny's crotch," Cody smirked.
"Lemme check if he's on Grindr," Finn said, "What? You can use the app for FRIENDS."
Cody was side-eyeing him SO hard right now.
Finn opened up Grindr. Hundreds of messages because he hadn't checked it since he and Wade reconciled. And that was months ago now.
Sure enough.
New message. It was indeed the waiter.
Hey :) you're FIT *hearteyes*
"Should I reply?" asked Finn.
"NO," barked Cody, "Delete that app at once. You're ENGAGED."
The waiter re-appeared with the girls' orders at that point.
And Cody got to his feet.
"Excuse me," he said to the waiter, "Do your job and stop trying to hit my best friend up. He's engaged and isn't looking for NSA or fun. Try someone else."
Eden rolled her eyes. Cody was back in Soapbox Sadie mode. Clearly something happened upstairs on the phone.
"Cold up there on your high horse?" snarked Paige, before shooting an apologetic look to the waiter, "Please excuse him, he's just got the hump because he's not his arse fucked since September."
The waiter just nodded with an awkward smile before leaving.
"PAIGE.." hissed Cody.
"Well that'll teach you," she grinned, "Maybe he and Wade invite guests."
"He'd be more Stuart's type anyway," Finn shrugged, "His trousers were so tight I could see the lines of his jockstrap. Bottom. Anyhoo. Sweets. What's the important stuff now Saraya has whipped you off your soapbox?"
Cody sighed. May as well tell the others, especially Paige about Sami's antics.
"It's Sami," he said.
"Ooh is this tea?" Summer asked eagerly.
"Yes. Boiling hot," Cody said, "I was only gonna tell Finny but you may as well know. He and Neville have split up."
"WHAT?!" squealed Paige, "The golden couple? What the hell over? I know Neville's a bit senile but come on Samuel."
Finn just bitchily concentrated on his food.
Cody side-eyed him again before continuing.
"From his point of view," he said, "I can sort of understand. Neville needs a firework up his ass half the time. He should have treated Sami better. However, it's what Sami did last week that's the killer."
"Who did he shag?" asked Paige matter-of-factly, "What? It';s obvious? Samuel went and got some extramarital D."
"Yes, he did," Cody said.
Oh now Finn was listening.
"Well come on then, who?" Summer persisted.
"Johnny Gargano. Which would have been fine...but Gargano barebacked him. I know, right? Sami's a reckless slut. And he has the NERVE to shade others for it?"
"Told you he's not as saintly as he appears, but would you listen? NO," Finn said triumphantly, "You all bought his 'good little Syrian wife' spin didn't you?"
"Well...yeah...has he been cheating on Neville all this time?" gasped Paige.
"Neville's dick game must have been strong enough to calm him down and stop him chasing Cesaro," Finn shrugged, "He may not have been around as much as I have but his indie hitlist is sizeable enough. I was right. Sure, he's had my back when nobody else has, but...come on. He's always been about what Sami wants."
"Since when did you hate him so much?" Paige challenged.
"Since I got sick of hearing 'oh poor me, Neville won't wife me' for umpteenth fucking time," Finn was unrepentant, "There's only so much self pity a boy can take."
"You're a man Finny," Cody hissed, "You never let me finish. He did it...to impress me and you. Because he knows you've stabbed him in the back."
"You told him about the book?! Oh thanks a fucking bunch! You two-faced..." erupted Finn.
"Pot, meet kettle," remarked Paige.
"Shut up," snarled Finn fiercely at her before glowering at Cody, "So why did you tell him about the book? Check Miss Conscience out over there! HA!"
"I didn't," Cody said through gritted teeth, "But he's not stupid. He's always adding to the WhatsApp chat and I'm the only one who replies. He said he could tell you'd rather not be around him at the Performance Center."
"Because all he fucking harps on about is Neville, Neville, Neville."
"And all you talk about is Wade, Wade, Wade!" Cody shot back, "That's the man he loves, Finny! Don't be such a bitch! Why are you being like this? Who cares about the stupid burn book? A grown-ass man just lost his boyfriend of two years and fucking risked contracting HIV to fucking IMPRESS YOU! And you still couldn't give two fucks?!"
"Meh, he wants to be like Rat Skank, let him," Finn sassed, going back to his eggs, "No skin off my nose."
Awkward.
Paige raised her eyebrows.
Summer just shook her head.
"I think we'll head out for a coffee," Eden said, "Better leave the boys to it."
"Yeah," Paige said, "I'll...er..see you at Raw?"
"Yeah, I'll call you," Cody said, looking daggers at Finn who was shadily eating away like nobody was there, totally not giving a toss.
Cody gestured to the girls to leave. It was time to have it out with his stubborn best friend.
"You can drop this 'bad bitch' act now Devitt," he snarled, "It's just you and me."
"What do you want me to say?" spat Finn, "Awww poor Sami couldn't keep his knickers on around an indie wrestler, the poor wee mite?"
"Just a shred of empathy would suffice," Cody huffed, "Why are you so anti-him all of a sudden? You not forgotten how much he's done for you? He protected you and your reputation! He even GOT you signed! He had your back through every vicious breakup you've ever had when everyone else hated you! He even introduced US! He held you at Cena's party when you made an ass of yourself yet again! And this is how you repay him? How will you repay my friendship then? Sell a story to Dave fucking Meltzer?!"
"I wouldn't.." protested Finn, "I wouldn't do ANYTHING to risk losing you.."
"So why you throwing years of friendship back in Sami's face, huh?!"
"Because being friends with you has really flagged up his flaws."
"He's a human being, Devitt. Not a faulty iPhone. You know, sometimes you can be a really nasty piece of work."
Cody was growing more disgusted. Finn really could be intolerably cruel sometimes.
"Go on then Runnels," snarled Finn, "Abandon me. Just like everyone else DOES."
"Shut your little pity party down right now bitch," snarled Cody, "This is NOT about you. What's gotten into you?! All that drama back in Dublin with Sheamus? Are you legit not happy unless you've got someone to fucking demonise? Don't answer. I want to know WHY you've suddenly decided to throw Sami under a bus?"
"Because...because...I don't know..." Finn stuttered, realising that he'd been forced to look inside himself, and hated what he saw.
"I get you've been treated like crap many times," Cody said, "But so have many people. They don't backstab and bitch 24/7. "
"I wanted to impress you.."
"Try again Devitt. Not gonna wash. Don't even try to pin it on me. It's your stankass attitude that's the problem, nothing to do with me. You're just trying to be an unapologetic bitch. Nothing more. You like having power over others, and you hate the fact that I'm right."
Finn just scowled but went bright red.
He silently picked at the remnants of his now-cold Eggs Benedict, feeling truly told off. Cody had completely disarmed him.
Cody could see his younger self in the elder Finn. He used to be a shameless bitch with a head cheerleader complex. He could spot those traits from miles away. Though whilst his own past bitchiness stemmed from just being young and cocky, he suspected Finn's caustic exterior had plenty to do with his past, from having to hide his true self in Nineties Ireland, to slaving through the indies across the world, to being used and abused by countless men in wrestling who just wanted his body for a quick blowout whereas he was looking for love.
Finn's lip trembled.
And his body began to shake.
Cody sighed. Where the heck was Wade when you needed him?
Old freaking Trafford to look at famous soccer shit or something. And meet Wayne Rooney.
"Hey," Cody whispered, "Don;'t cry."
He went to hug his best friend.
"You're right...I'm a piece of shit aren't I? Always lose everyone because nobody likes me."
"Don't be such a teenager..get a grip," Cody said, deciding tough love was the way forward, "Just tell Sami you're sorry. And be HONEST. Say you found his banging on about Neville insufferable. He may not like it but he needs to be told too. You're both as bad as each other, you know that? He's overbearing and like a fusspot mother hen, whilst you've got even bigger Regina George Syndrome than I ever could have had!"
"Well.." sniffled Finn, "When you're constantly told to be a real man, and that you're only good for a one night stand all the time..."
"Finny, I know your past," Cody said, "But you can only use that as an excuse so much. You need to drop this attitude and thinking everyone will turn on you. Sami's had your back for years. You won't lose me. Wade won't dump you. Just chill the fuck out and enjoy what you've got - shit-hot over, NXT title, a gorgeous hunk of a fiancé, an amazing family..and the best friendship group in professional wrestling. Apologise to Sami when you touch down in Orlando. Just think about the good times you and him have, rather than focusing on anything he does that annoys you."
"I do that when I don't see people for ages," Finn sighed, "Absence makes my heart grow colder instead of fonder. Cos I'm around you so much..."
"Look, let's go out for a bit," Cody said, "What you wanna do? While Wade goes and does manly things like go to soccer stadiums?"
"It's not that. It's the CLUB," Finn pouted, "If it was Spurs I'd hapily let him. But I had to fall for a Northerner didn't I? I'd like to go visit the Corrie set."
"Oh...that syndicated soap that's like fifty plus years old?" Cody asked, "Suppose we can...get Carrano onto it."
"And, can we go out on Canal Street after Raw?" Finn gave him puppy dog eyes.
"We'll see," Cody smiled, before getting the waiter's attention, "CHECK!"
Raw, Nashville, TN
Sheamus was backstage. Newly crowned World Heavyweight Champion after a fairly mediocre Survivor Series. But hey, he couldn't complain. Haters gonna hate. He hadn't held a big title for years...2012? He couldn't actually remember.
This title win gave the big redhead something to concentrate on. Because he, like Dean Ambrose, was looking at a long 6 months at least without his beloved on the road, and not that Sheamus would EVER admit this to his masculine friends, but he was missing Cesaro like crazy. Missing the silly tellings off the big Swiss would give him...the way Cesaro used to straighten his collar and make sure his clothes were dapper enough before going out in public. The way Cesaro would slag off instant coffee...and of course, that hot fucking furry body impaled on the end of his hard cock every night...but that wasn't for now. Not at work.
Good job Fandango was still being underused, because the Irishman was NOT here for his pestering. Why did they agree to this threesome? Fandango was a decent distraction and he was a good conduit to winning Cesaro back...but now, after the Euro tour..he just didn't appeal to Sheamus anymore. He was goodlooking, interesting and fantastic in bed, sure. But Sheamus had everything he needed in Cesaro now.
"Alright mate," grunted Wade Barrett.
"Yeah, man this is shit...big win and Claude's on the bloody shelf for the next god knows how many months," huffed Sheamus.
"I'm trying to keep me nose clean and me legs from breaking myself," Wade agreed, "Seems like every bugger here's getting injured."
"You get injured and I'll have to deal with your pretty drama queen girlfriend," Sheamus teased.
"You kidding? He'll drop his title to nurse me thank you very much," smirked Wade.
"I bet he owns a nurse's uniform," Sheamus grinned.
"He is not a bloody cross-dresser...please do not give him an excuse to snip yer balls off," Wade warned, "I'm only gonna warn ya the once mate."
"I need something to take my mind off the fact I can't get a shag on the road," SHeamus shrugged, "And your fella's so easy to wind up. He was like that when we first met."
"Surprised you didn't go there...when was it again?"
"03," Sheamus said, "Back in the Dublin wrestling schools..wasn't such a gobby little tart then and I had no idea he was bent. But he still used to get stroppy with folk."
"Don't, we've got a double date with old painted-chops and Dillinger soon," Wade sighed, "At apparently the best pizza joint in Orlando."
"Double dates never go well," Sheamus warned, "Remember when Claude and I went on one with you and the girlfriend?"
"Oh don't remind me...forgot Cesaro and I used to bitch at one another."
2nd December 2015, Orlando, FL
The Sunshine State? That was a lie today as rain was hammering down on the streets of the Florida city, and on the roof of the Toyota Camry rental car that was waiting at a red light.
"Do you really think this will work?" Wade was complaining.
"It was your boyfriend's idea," Cody replied, "Shawn said it's two blocks from here."
"Could murder a fucking pizza," Wade sighed, "I nearly dragged Ste out here with us. Poor sod, winning the title just as his fella's gone out with an injury."
"It's a double date Wade," Cody said, "You really think Sheamus is gonna want to be sat with two couples?"
"Guess not mate."
"Stop! That's the one - Mario's."
"How original," snarked Wade, indicating to pull off onto some on-street parking spaces, "Ugh bloody hell..hate parallel parking."
"Let me. You useless ape," teased Cody, "You should downsize at the next rental...get a cute little car like Finny's."
"Don;t you bloody start," huffed Wade, climbing out of the car into the rain as Cody shuffled across into the driver's seat. He watched as the ravenette managed to parallel park the Camry in his usual studied, precise manner. Cody climbed out smugly. He had plenty of practice with his own pickup, a mid-size sedan was childsplay.
"Hurry up," the Brit said, holding his jacket above his head as Cody climbed out.
They headed into the small Italian restaurant and scanned the room for the table. Tye Dillinger and Finn were in the corner. Finn waving with a big grin.
Wade and Cody made their ways over. Finn and Tye had been making polite small talk but obviously, save for matches at NXT house shows, they hadn't really spent too much time together since Finn fucked him and fucked off on his birthday way back in July. COdy had tried to thaw the frost between them a bit by telling Tye (with lots of puppy dog eyes) that Finn was sorry for what he did (he wasn't) and that he didn't want any drama for the double date.
Finn leapt onto Cody.
Tye raised his eyebrows.
"Finny.." mumbled Cody.
"What? Missed you?"
Cody prised the NXT Champion from his person so he could melt into the muscular arms of the six foot plus studly Canadian.
"Shawn.." he whimpered.
"Hey you," chuckled Tye, hugging the cute ravenette close.
"Hey," Cody beamed, kissing Tye shamelessly in front of all the other patrons (two families...it was pretty dead in here) and the wait staff. What? Like ANYONE would mess with them with two big studs like Tye and Wade there...plus Cody himself was fairly jacked.
"Stuart...that jacket is dry clean ONLY," nagged Finn, removing it so Wade's muscular arms were shown off to perfection in the tight black tee he'd chosen.
"Only one I had," Wade grunted, taking the seat by the window. Finn sat opposite him, whilst Tye sat next to Wade, and Cody took the last place opposite his lover and beside his bestie.
"Well," Cody grinned, "Tops on one side, bottoms the other."
"Oh BLOODY HELL.." sighed Wade, "He's off already."
"Someone had to break the ice," Cody said, taking Tye's hand and holding it on the table. Awwww.
FInn was very quiet. Something had occurred to him. He had slept with every man at this table..
"So Dillinger," grunted Wade, "Best pizzeria in Orlando?"
"Yeah man," Tye said, "So what did you all make of Survivor Series?"
"Let's not talk shop," Finn sighed, "Stuart...I don't feel well..."
"Finny..." Cody guessed what was bothering him.
"Love.." Wade said, "This was your idea."
"I know but..."
"Finny, who cares if every one of us at this table has been with you?" Cody said, "What? Someone had to say it, the big pink elephant in the room."
"Now who's a whore.." Finn pouted.
"Sod the fucking past," Wade growled, "Let's get some beer."
"Sounds like a plan man," Tye said.
"You'd think with how dead it is in here a bloody waiter would come over by now," Wade said, "Nurse!"
He stood to catch the waitresses' attention, as all three of them were stood at the till chatting.
"Stuart.." FInn admonished.
He picked up one of the children's menus off the side.
"Why are you looking at the kids menu?" Tye smirked.
"Because FInny's the smallest?" giggled Cody, patting his cute bestie on the head, "Should be me, I'm the youngest."
"They have things to colour in," Finn said, "I;m getting crayons."
"Oh BLOODY HELL!" Wade facepalmed.
"I'm the NXT Champion, I get what I want," Finn pouted.
"Saw you were out plant shopping with Sami," Cody said, "Please tell me you and him have fucking made up. You were unbearable the other week."
"OK keep yer jockstrap on sweets..." Finn sassed, "Yes...once we came back to America and he was at the PC...guess once I got chatting to him, I realised I did miss him. He's ready to come back and slay. He's coming to Britain with us."
"Wow you have changed your tune," Wade remaked, "Honestly, the amount of tantrums he's thrown when I've been asking if he'd made it up with Zayn.."
"The struggle was real," Cody agreed, "I'm glad Sami's HIV test came back negative."
"Oh seriously?!" Tye said, "Can we not talk about sex? Just for one meal?"
"You're no fun," FInn complained.
"Nurse!" Wade raised his voice as a waitress walked right past the table.
Finn side-eyed his fiance and shot the waitress, who looked confused, his dazzling smile. Heart fluttering as she recognised him instantly...and realised next to him was Cody Rhodes, and opposite was King Barrett and Perfect 10 Tye Dillinger...she tripped over her apron as she went to serve their table.
"Salad bar here is unlimited refill," Tye announced, "Oh and the pizzas are massive."
"I have room," Cody grinned, "Makes a nice change from Icon meals day in, day out."
"And artificial blue cereal," piped up Finn, "You said the salad bar was refills? But what about the starters?"
"You won't need them man," Tye said, "Cody? Wanna share?"
"Hmmmmm..." Cody read the menu..what to have. These decisions shouldn't be rushed.
"It's a posh Pizza Hut then really innit?" snarked Wade, before turning to Finn who was still poring over the menu, "Now, do you want Stuffed crust or not?"
"We..don't do stuffed crusts here, it's not a chain," the waitress said, somewhat haughtily.
"Please excuse him, he's uncultured and used to shitty chain restaurants," Finn said, "We'll share the Pizza Milano...extra ham and spicy sausage...one side without olives please...can we do that?"
"Sure.." the waitress was a huge Finn fangirl and posted about him all the time on her Tumblr..she was hardly daring to believe he was here at her work place - he was even hotter in person!
"Oh and may I have some crayons?" Finn sucked his thumb, trying to do a Cody impression.
It worked...she swooned.
"Of course.." she giggled, before turning to Tye and Cody.
COdy was still umming and ahhing.
Tye knew if he hurried the ravenette he'd get no sex! So he decided to make the decision for him.
"Can we share the Pizza con Prosciutto Crudo?" he said.
"Shawn.." pouted Cody, "I wanted the Quattro Stagioni?"
"If you want, we can do half an half for an extra $2.50," the waitress said, indicating this on the menu.
"There we go so pick ya face up bro," smirked Tye, "Half the Prosciuttio, half Stagioni then please ma'am."
The waitress took the menus and left.
"You rushed me," Cody folded his arms, "I hate being rushed."
"Apart from in the bedroom," chimed in Finn.
Tye rolled his eyes. If only! He respected Cody's feelings and knew Cody was avoiding full sex to prove that this was a real relationship...but even a gent like the Perfect 10 had needs. And he wanted in Dat Ass very soon! 2006 was a LONG time ago and mutual foreplay and 69s were no longer cutting it!
He got to his feet to fetch some salad.
Cody followed him like a lovesick pup.
"Thought I'd get the silent treatment," grinned Tye.
"I don't see you often enough," Cody simpered, "Don't want to waste time...can't wait to go back to your place again...love your house."
"Our house," corrected Tye, "Jordan moved out when I started dating you. He said he preferred to room with Gable seeing as they're tag partners now. And cos he didn't want to be hanging round when you came by to visit. So it's now our house...when you're in Orlando."
"And you're always welcome in Texas, Brandi won't mind...not now she has eyes for the former Divas Champ hehehehe," giggled Cody.
"You cool with that?"
"Of course...I'd be a total hypocrite otherwise...we should have held the garlic."
"We're dudes...we can cope with garlic breath," chuckled Tye, loading his salad bowl up, "Been weird seeing Balor again out of work."
"I'm glad you don't hold a grudge...my boyfriend hating my bestie would be awkward," Cody said, bending over the salad bar, the jeans shaping his bubble butt deliciously.
Tye spanked it, unable to resist. He hoped those jeans would be off later and that ass would be on his dick. They'd waited long enough!
Cody moaned and almot dropped the croutons he was doling into his own bowl everywhere.
"Ronnie Arneill...you bad man," he camped.
"Can't help myself," Tye smirked, "Damn I really need to see you more."
"Do a Finny and come on the road," Cody said, "I won't mind hehehe.."
"Whatcha got on under those pants?" whispered Tye.
"Black Sukrew jock..." Cody smiled naughtily, "WHich I thought would look just perf on your bedroom floor."
"Oh man I have the biggest boner right now," the Canadian hissed.
"Me too Shawn..." giggled Cody.
"Enough to...?"
"Maybe. If you're a good boy."
"You play hard to get," Tye complained.
"I'm just a tease," grinned Cody, "Doesn't mean I'm not craving it. I want to slutdrop so hard on your dick.."
"SO romantic.." snorted the Canadian.
"I'm 50 per cent romantic and 50 percent nasty, all depends on my mood," Cody smiled, "C'mon Shawn, before FInny comes looking for us."
"I still can't believe you fucked him," Tye said, "Not jealous! Just that you went top...willingly."
"Sometimes even I get the urge," Cody grinned.
"Better hope the urge to bottom doesn't hit me then," Tye smirked, grabbing Cody's ass once more, "Damn, you have the best ass in wrestling.."
"And it's all yours," Cody simpered, "Oh and Brandi's."
"You took a long time," FInn accused as they returned.
"Probably a blowie in the toilets," Wade teased, "Put those bloody crayons away Fergal. Why didn't you just bring your Lego?"
"No!" Finn was colouring the pictures on the menu in, "Not getting pizza sauce over my precious bricks. And anyhoo, the waitress loves me. So NER."
"Means we might get a discount, don't knock it man," Tye said, "Oh man, I am so glad Maddox has gone. Long time coming. Graves is so mad about it. Means he leaves me alone at taped shows."
"They had a night out to celebrate," Wade snorted, "Literally, a release party. Them and their loyal faghags."
"Paige, Bex and Brie Bella are not just 'loyal faghags' Stuart," Finn said, "Bex is my former student."
"And Ass Implants getting fired is the best thing that could have happened to WWE," Cody said, "His going out moment? Being Tombstoned on Jimmy Fallon in a turkey costume. Shows how much of a joke he was. I bet Nikki was thrilled."
"She took you to see Taylor Swift didn't she?" Tye said to Finn.
"YAAAAAAAS. She did!" gushed FInn, "Still not over it. Cena was so cagey when I quizzed him on Orton too."
"Marrying in secret. I'm calling it," Wade said.
"Totes," Cody said, "Now Finny. Tell us about Taylor even thought it was like six weeks ago. I know Nattie is so jealous that you got to go."
"Perfection," Finn sighed, "Meeting her after was just...ahhh I legit DIED. She was SO nice too. She even posed with my title providing I do not publish the photo."
"Or she'll see you in court," Tye smirked.
"HEY! That was some stupid meme started by anti-Taylor gays on the internet," pouted FInn. "It's not funny and I'll coup de grace you off this table if you shade her again."
"Calm down," Wade sighed, "Bloody hellfire, I'm engaged to Chris Crocker."
"Who actually got kinda hot in later years," Cody said, "I've seen his porn. I'd let him inside my ass."
"That screaming queen's a top?" Wade spluttered.
"Yup, well, if I can top," Cody grinned, "So can anyone."
"I thought we agreed no sex talk at the table," Tye complained.
"Like you weren't telling her what you'd like to do to her fanny once you get her home," sassed Finn, "I could smell the sex wee and snatch juice from here."
"FERGAL!" growled Wade, "Wash your bloody gob out!"
He gulped his beer, so embarrassed.
"That was fucking gross man," Tye agreed.
"Finny's trying to be me. Copycat. Back up bitch!" Cody Z-snapped his bestie.
"Too soon?" giggled FInn, sipping his water.
"Too bloody soon," Wade said, "That's by far the most disgusting thing you've ever said."
"Out the bedroom anyway hehehehe," Cody teased.
"You gonna tell his parents if you see them again?" Tye grinned.
"You do that Cody and you WILL be wearing your tea. Maybe I'll pour it down your knickers for good measure," pouted Finn.
"And then I'll scream like you do when Wade blasts your assgina open," Cody clapped back.
"At least mine's getting blasted open. Yours has dried up from lack of use bar taking a dump," Finn finished, with a Z-snap of his own, "Must be so depressing being underused. Oh and not doing much on TV."
"Fucking hell..saucer of milk, table two?" Wade said incredulously. Wow Finn had sharpened his claws today.
Cody could handle Finn's acid tongue. It was just their banter.
"I like to think I can find other pleasures in life apart from dick," he shot back, "Oh and Lego."
Tye just looked very uncomfortable. Cody and FInn were a law unto themselves whenever they were together.
"Pretty awesome Zayn's healed," he said.
"He's actually got interesting again now he doesn't bang on about Neville all the time," Finn sniffed.
"FInny.." Cody sighed.
"Just saying..." shrugged Finn, "He's actually happier sleeping around. Fair play to him I guess."
"He can't be happy," Tye said.
"That's what I said to him," Cody added, "But I guess Sami needs to find himself again. How's Neville these days by the way Wade? Since they split he doesn't talk to me at work."
"Well he took being dumped badly," Wade said, "But he's less on edge...wants to focus on work and mates and beer. Zayn pussywhipped the hell out of him, soz lads but its true."
"No lies told, poor Pac couldn't even go for a piss without Sami's permission. He likes to have men he can control. Pac only dated lasses before him so he was the ultimate blank canvas to mould into subservient boyfriend...but that's none of my business." Finn sipped his water shadily.
Oh dear. An awkward silence surrounded the table.
Cody's phone buzzed.
Message from Tye:
Hes such a bitch *grimace emoji*
"Shawn.." Cody mouthed reproachfully.
Tye shrugged. He was trying so hard to forgive Balor for using him in the summer, but the NXT Champion really wasn't doing himself any favours tonight. And he could even tell that Barrett was starting to lose his patience.
"I'm going for a wee," Finn announced, climbing to his feet.
"Go and change your tampon while you're at it," snarked Wade.
Finn threw him a look that could curdle milk before sashaying huffily to the mens' room.
"I am, so sorry," Wade sighed, "I don't know what's up with him today."
"Think he's feeling like a bit of a Slutty McSlutWhore because he's had every single one of us at this table, so probably acting the big bad bitch to cover up his shame," Cody stated, taking Tye's hand across the table once more. The Perfect 10 brought it to his lips and kissed it. Awwwww.
"Why is he so anti-Zayn?" Tye asked, "I legit thought they were old buddies."
"Did you know about Sami and Gargano?" asked Cody.
"What?!" spluttered Tye.
"I obviously didn't tell you in all my calls and Facetimes," Cody said (Wade gave a snort), "Yeah, Sami dumped Neville and then ten minutes later, round pops old indie buddy Gargano...bam Sami's on his back getting Gargano's babies sprayed in him."
"Oh for fucks sake!" complained Wade, "One Fergal's enough! I thought you were meant to be the voice of reason of the pair of you!"
"When it comes to sex, I spray it, not say it," grinned Cody.
Tye choked on his beer. Cody's inimitable sass was actually a big turn-on for him. Balor tried SO hard to be Cody, and the Canadian really noticed it when they were together - the NXT Champion often would emulate Cody's expressions, the way he sat, even the way he would move his arms (only Finn's wrists were a touch more limp and fey than the more muscular, Southern ravenette). But nobody could be quite the sass queen Cody was! Tye had known the kid for a decade.
"Okay mate, THAT was un-necessary," Wade complained.
"I didn't even know Gargano batted for our side man, wow," breathed Tye, "I suspected he and Tommaso Ciampa..."
"Yes they were fucking apparently," Cody said.
Buzz.
WhatsApp message from Sami.
I found Mojo Rawley on Grindr haha
Cody rolled his eyes. For God's sake..
"What's the matter with you?" asked Wade as Finn returned.
"Sami. Acting like a whore."
Finn read Cody's phone over his shoulder.
"Nobody buys it," he sniffed cattily, "And I bet Rawley fucks like he wrestles. All power no action. But then again the desperate will do anything to impress."
"Oh man..." Tye facepalmed.
"Fergal, put a bloody sock in it if you can't say owt nice," Wade scowled.
Luckily the pizzas turned up at that point. Finn turning on the charm with the waitress yet again who was practically passing out.
"Enjoy your meals," she said before scurrying away to fan herself down several degrees.
"Where's the chilli flakes?" Wade complained, before looking in the direction the waitress had gone, "Nurse?"
"Stuart!" snapped FInn, "These are proper Italian pizzas. Here's a crazy idea, why don't you taste them without dousing them in bloody chilli. You're worse than the natives."
Wade considered himself told off, and muttered mutinously to himself as he started to eat his pizza.
Tye reached over to a nearby empty table and swiped the shaker of chilli flakes.
"Here ya are man," he said.
Wade took it and doused their pizza with the red flecks.
Finn shot him a look that could curdle milk.
"You know Finny," Cody remarked, "You shade Sami a lot, but you are so like him."
"Thank you!" Wade said, with his mouth full (yet another scowl from Finn!), "The other day, when I was at Old Trafford, there's me meeting Giggsy, then he rings me up to give me a bollocking...I had the piss taken out of me by Ryan bloody Giggs because he thought I had an Irish wife."
"You have..." Cody grinned, "OW!"
Finn had kicked him under the table.
"What did you do that time?" snorted Tye.
"I hadn't replied to his WhatsApp pictures of the Corrie set," Wade groaned, "Oh and my protein powder had spilled all over his ring gear."
"But I was expected to sex-wee-my-trunks over Old fucking Trafford when I support SPURS," pouted Finn, "And, how many times, supplements and ring attire do not go in the same bag. Especially CHOCOLATE whey protein. Imagine how THAT looked when I took me trunks off!"
BIG huff. Big chomp of pizza.
Cody was giggling.
Oh Finn.
He could be such a bitch sometimes but yet so cute at others. It was so hard to be annoyed at him for long.
Sami Zayn placed his phone on his bedside table as Mojo Rawley came in, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel.
Sami was still naked in bed and his release drying on his furry stomach. And Mojo's release dripping from his ass...so yes, he had found Mojo on Grindr. And invited him back for some seriously hyped sex. Without a rubber. Man Mojo could fuck.
"You wanna shower man?" asked Mojo.
"WHen I get the feeling in my legs back," grinned Sami, "I hope I don;'t have to take any back bumps for a few days...you've torn my ass in two."
"Thought we were gonna break the bed...man you like it hard," the one half of the Hype Bros remarked, dropping his towel and slipping his boxer shorts on, "And you're sure it's cool I nutted in you?"
"I asked you to breed me," Sami hissed, pulling Mojo to him for a fierce kiss, "So yes. It's cool."
Tye Dillinger hauled Cody into the bedroom in his Orlando home and their lips smashed together, whimpers emanating from the ravenette as he gave himself fully to this. At fucking LAST. The double date wasn't a total hot mess and there were a few laughs...but this was what Cody really was waiting for.
He staggered back onto the bed, pulling Tye on top, continuing to kiss deeply and hungrily. His hands disappeared under the Canadian's shirt and he twisted the hard nipples on those sculpted pecs. MMMMMM.
"Fuck man," hissed Tye, "Someone's getting vicious."
"I told you Ronald.." snarled Cody, "Tonight is the night. I cannot wait any longer."
"There was me thinking it'd be nice and romantic," snarked the Perfect 10, though his cock was straining in his boxer briefs and jeans. Cody was such a SLUT in the bedroom. And he fucking loved that.
And Cody wished Tye wouldn't say that. Just let things happen and no pedestal expectations. Live in the moment now it was finally here. Cody had donned the jock with the pure intention of finally hitting the home run tonight. And to stop Finn from dragging him over being 'frigid'. PLEASE.
Best power bottom in WWE was not a title easily claimed, bitches.
And Cody was picking up his crown and putting it back on his head tonight. He was going to show ALL the basics how to take a dick.
Tye pinned the horny ravenette to the bed and ripped the Lacoste polo off of Cody's ripped torso. Mmmm. Every time they got steamy the Canadian couldn't fail to be impressed by the former Stardust Kid getting jacked. The Cody of 2006 was such a twink by comparison. THough he still had those gender-defying legs.
Cody was mewling wantonly as Tye undid his belt and whipped his jeans down those aforementioned pins. Oh FUCK yes. That jock was barely containing him.
Once he;d got Cody almost naked bar the jock, Tye paused to rip his own shirt off, his seriously impressive, tanned torso gleaming in the bedroom light.
Cody instantly rolled onto his stomach, arching his back, displaying his round, satin-smooth bubble butt, perfectly framed by Sukrew's finest as he deftly unzipped and unbuttoned his Canadian lover's jeans.
"I want that fuckin' ass.." growled Tye.
"You're gonna get it Shawn."
"Just fuckin' call me ROnnie."
Cody was too busy unwrapping his prize to listen. He tore the jeans and boxer briefs down Tye's thick thighs in one and his hot, expert mouth enveloped the weepingly hard cock.
Tye growled and grunted as he got well and truly orally serviced...Cody was the best cocksucker he'd ever met. He prised the pretty head away.
"On all fours," he snarled, "Show me that hole."
"Yes Ronnie.." moaned Cody in anticipation, obeying his beloved. Why did he waste SO much time on shrimpy little Josh Mathews just because the nerdy TNA announcer had a thick dick? I mean COME ON! Tye Dillinger was fucking PERFECTION.
THey'd done more than enough foreplay in every session they'd snatched together thus far. Time to finally fuck. No more sugar coating.
Tye wriggled out of his remaining clothes so he was fully naked and began to rub his leaking cock against that smooth, tight pink entrance, Cody backing his ass up like the textbook bottom he was.
"Mmmm...oh fuck yeah, juice me up.." he whimpered, "Ohhh Ronnie...yes..."
SMACK.
"Oh FUCK.."
"I'm gonna wreck that fuckin' ass.."
"Good man...*whimper*." Cody was definitely feeling nasty tonight. He reached for the lubricant, under the bed as always. And the poppers. He took a huge hit of the drug before handing it to Tye who also sniffed.
"Ain't gonna waste it cos the way I'm feelin' right now," Tye growled, "It'll be over in ten seconds.."
He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a cock ring.
Cody grinned naughtily. YAS. THat was what he talking about. He had a lot of pent-up frustration himself. THis fuck was gonna go on ALL NIGHT if it had to. He may not see Tye for like a MONTH! Make the most.
"MMMMMMMMMMM!" he squealed as Tye's finger entered him without warning. He wriggled his slim hips in ecstasy.
"Feel good?" Tye grunted.
"Uh-huh..more please..."
Tye began to finger fuck his pretty partner with more force...Cody was so fucking hot. The tight heat was addictive.
He removed his finger and leaned forward, burying his face in the baby smooth skin of that ass...oh YES..he fucking LOVED eating Cody out. He could do it for HOURS man.
"Ohhhhh YES...ohmygosh don'tstop...sogood...eatthatfuckinhole.."
Cody pushed his ass right against Tye's face...yes...rim him good damnit.
Tye spat on Cody;s hole.
He reached for the lube.
He'd waited nine fucking years to get back into this ass. Rimming and fingering it had worn so fucking thin. He needed to stick his dick in. He squirted a generous amount of the Liquid Silk onto his fingers and began to efficiently prep Cody, enjoying the squeaks and mewls of anticipation.
Hurry up Tye. Cody was aching to be filled again. Last person to fuck him was the wonderful Stephen Amell...oh Stephen...no bad Cody. No thinking of studly actor exes. Not now.
He arched his back some more, ass right up and proud.
Tye wanted to imprint this moment to his memory forever. About fucking time. Long overdue and all that baloney. He coated his cock with the lubricant. The head was so swollen with testosterone, supported by the ring. Oh yes. He could pound Cody until the raven-haired vixen could take it no longer. And still have enough in the tank. He slowly took aim...pushing against the entrance, Cody reaching around to hold his cheeks apart to help Tye enter him easily.
"OWwwww..." Cody whimpered as the sharp sting tore through him...the breakage of the self-imposed dry spell. He should have got busy with dildos but life on the road had been so busy lately..
Tye pushed in some more. Oh fuck it, Cody was a red blooded man. He thrust in so those soft cheeks were now flush with his pelvis.
"FUCK YES!" squealed Cody shamelessly as he was well and truly impaled. AT LAST! Fuck him like a hustler damnit. Blow his cobwebs out.
"I've missed this fucking ass.."
"Then make up for nine years Arneill. Fuck me stud...yeah...OH FUCK YES!...ahhh...ahhh...ahh...oh fuck yes don't stop...SO GOOD...SO FUCKING GOOD!...yeah slap that ass...Owwwww fuck yeah it hurts so GOOD!...FUCK ME...fuck me harder Arneill...that's it...just there...OHMYGOSH THAT'S MY SPOT...aahhh! AHHH!..."
The bed was crashing against the wall and threatened to compete with Cody's cries of pure pleasure and Tye's snarling masculine grunts. Oh yes. Cody was the hottest fuck in pro wrestling and always was...nobody matched up...he took dick better than most porn sluts...and Tye loved spanking that bubble butt as he fucked it.
But he knew Cody was best when he was on top and in control. He was of course a cowboy at heart...
Cody snatched his phone and took a selfie as Tye thrust deep in to spear his prostate yet again.
He Telegrammed it to Finn with a wink emoji.
"Phone DOWN!" barked Tye, snatching it and pulling out.
"Oh REALLY?!" Cody sassed, wrestling him to the bed and whipping off his jock, his weeping cock springing free.
"You ain't topping me," smirked the Canadian playfully.
"No I fuckin' aint." Cody's Georgia coming right back out.
Cody straddled Tye, and wiggled his hips in a terrifyingly accurate imitation of Christina Aguilera in the video to Dirrty, showing off that ass before slutdropping right onto Tye;s cock far too easily with a strangled scream.
"Oh YES! now you're fuckin' talkin'!" snarled the Canadian, "RIde that dick like ya did in 06 man!"
And ride it Cody fucking DID.
Nails digging deep into Tye's sweaty pecs, the ravenette's super-talented hips worked overtime as he took everything he wanted from the stud under his writhing 220 pound form. 21 or 30, he could still ride dick like no other man Tye had had.
"FUCK YES...don't fuckin' stop..."
"Can't *GRUNT*...ring on.."
"Ahhh...ahhh...gonna ride this dick till it kills me..." Cody's hands left Tye's chest and clasped above his head, his hips now doing all the work...his prostate was so abused he really couldn't take much more...he needed to cum SO badly...the jock had constrained him to stop him from doing so when Tye was doing him from behind...but now...precome was copiously leaking all over Tye's abs...
He paused, savouring the feeling of being totally at the peak of male-male pleasure...before lifting himself off Tye.
"Whatcha doin' man?"
Cody removed the cock ring. Before lowering himself back on.
"If I'm gonna jizz...you're jizzing WITH me Arneill...nnnnnnn...mmmmm...yeah...oh yeah...oh YES...FUCKING YES...ahhh...ahhh...fuck me...fuck me...fuckme!FUCKME!...ahhhhhh! AHHHHHHHHHHH..."
Cody's orgasm was rocketing through his body...he was convulsing...he was SO close...too close...he tried to edge...
"Iwanna..cum..." he whined between screams.
"Go for it man...fuckin shoot that nut..."
"Mmmm...nnn...aaahh...ahhh...ahhhhhh..." Cody let out a deep-seated scream that rattled the window panes as he finally, satisfyingly unleashed months of pent-up passion all over the Canadian stud still buried within his body...it felt like it was never going to end and he didn;t even hear Tye's bellowing roar as the Perfect 10 drove right up into him, he too going over the edge just watching Cody lose his shit like that..
That was the best sex Cody had had in years...Tye even knocked STephen Amell off of top spot. And that would have taken some doing.
This was just like their 2006 fuck...ending with Cody shooting his load unaided all over Tye and promptly sending Tye to the same place.
Cody giggled and gasped, leaning down to kiss his lover.
"I love you.." he whispered hoarsely, "Wow...oh fuck..."
"Feel better?" hissed Tye with a grin, totally spent and satisfied.
"Perfect 10 indeed.." Cody smiled, "ROnnie Arneill you are amazing...I love you."
"I love you too Cody."
"Kiss me hehehe.."
"Mmmmwah...ugh! Man you're fucking gross...don't flick your jizz at me!"
"Sowwy hehehehe." Cody giggled.
"Still a fucking hosepipe.." smirked Tye, "Everytime I get you off it's re-enacting Scary Movie 2."
"You love it," Cody sassed, "I'm not sure I have the energy to climb off your dick though. Can you assist me?"
"Too tired out keepin' you on the boil man," chuckled Tye.
"Well I'll just have to stay here till you get hard again hehehe."
13 December 2015, Boston, MA
Paige was visibly...light-headed as she sat in Cody's hotel room the night after the TLC pay-per-view wrapped. It had been a busy blur the past few weeks but finally she could drink the tea from the naughty ravenette as he finished telling her about the best night ever.
"That's enough to make me want a go," she giggled, "Don't tell Summer.."
"Hands off Saraya, he's mine and mine only," Cody said, "I knew it was right waiting for Shawn."
"You needed a good shag more like," Paige smirked, "And please don't bitch slap me...it's nice hearing just you talk for once, without Finn here trying to copy you. No tea, no shade."
"He seems to have backed up a lot lately," Cody said, "Though I miss him on the road, sometimes he gets a bit much..."
"I can't believe Tye tweeted that gif of Christina and tagged you in it...he was lucky the dirtsheets didn't get hold of it," Paige laughed, "Even though it's totally you."
"Dancing like the Dirrrty video used to get me laid every single time I went out in the OVW days," Cody said proudly, as his phone buzzed, "Oh look, Fergal Devitt sent an image on Telegram. I wonder what that could be?"
He opened it.
A photo taken in front of a hotel mirror. Finn on all fours on the carpet, arched back, ass up, and Wade behind him, all ripped and sweaty, face contorted obviously mid-thrust, Finn grinning as he held the phone to capture said image.
"Let me see.." Paige giggled as Cody blushed.
"FInny finally got me back," he said, "No you can't see it!"
"I'm going to anyway...yoink.."
She sent back a selfie, doing her usual tongue-out pose. That'll put Finn off! Haha.
"He'll HATE you," giggled Cody.
"He loves the attention," Paige said, "So do you. We both know you and he would leak fuck pics to TMZ once your careers go to shit."
"Probably," admitted Cody, "Imagine the headlines...well Finny basically outed himself the day he debuted his entrance...every move and pose screams 'I take dick'. Hehehehe."
Buzz.
Telegram again.
Fergal Devitt sent a photo.
A photo of semen splatters on the carpet.
Fergal Devitt said, 01:38am:
Look what Stuart made me do *water drop emoji* *devil emoji* *wink emoji*.
Totally unfazed by Paige seeing it, it seemed! Oh Finn.
"I think he still wants a piece of you," observed the enchanting raven-haired diva.
"Oh I'm sure," Cody said, "Well he's had both Shawn and me.."
"THat is still just super weird," Paige groaned, "Men.."
"Sometimes it's like that." shrugged Cody, "I dunno. We can't really hide anything from each other anymore can we?"
"Who was a better shag? Him or Tye?"
"Why do you ask?!" Cody pouted.
"Just saying.."
"Shawn. For starters with Finny..I had to TOP. Harrumph. There is just no comparison - Canadian stud who's the perfect gentleman and the most wonderful man to walk this earth...versus a messy Celtic queen whose hormones only seem to balance once a month? I mean DUH?!"
"If that's what you call your bestie what the fuck do you call me?!" spluttered Paige.
"The pale gothy hot mess...your words Paigey-poo," Cody grinned cutely so she couldn't slap him.
"Well...if anyone's a hot mess these days.."
"...It's Sami," sighed Cody, "I can't believe he's becoming what he hated. And barebacking it. I mean, why doesn't he just get the hideous biohazard tattoo and be done with it?"
"Won't be good for his career, especially as he's due to come back next week," Paige said.
A knock at the hotel room door.
"Summer's not due back yet is she?" asked Cody, "Or did you order Room Service?"
"Nope...I bet it's Finn come to boast about how much Wade made him cum or something," snarked Paige.
"Nah, Finny would just barge in unannounced and tell us anyway," Cody said.
Another knock.
"WHo the hell is it...if these are fans I'm superkicking a bitch," complained Paige, going to the door.
She was not expecting to see the person on the other side.
Actor Stephen Amell. And he looked (and smelled) like he'd hit a few whiskeys.
"What the...fuck?" she hissed.
"I know he's in there, Goldust told me," Stephen said, "Let me in...I need to talk to him."
"How did you even...? You can't! You're bloody married." Paige was trying to not let Cody see who it was. The ravenette did not need this. Not now. Cody was saying before he went into the blow-by-blow account of his and Tye's first full fuck in nine years that he was sick of being the unintentional drama llama of WWE and wishing it wouldn't keep following him (they'd been discussing Dean Ambrose winning the IC title at the time) everywhere he went.
"Who is it Paige?" asked Cody, browsing his phone idly.
"Nothing...just some fans.." lied Paige, before turning to Stephen and lowering her voice, "Go back to Hollywood Amell. He doesn't need you back in his life. You were just a fling. That's all!"
"You stupid little girl, you know nothing about the times we shared," STephen said. Oh he was definitely drunk.
"I do know that I can ring security and have you kicked out this hotel. WOn't want that splashed across TMZ and the gossip sites would you?"
"Fuck them. I just need to see Cody."
Now Cody's ears pricked.
That voice.
He knew it anywhere.
His heart began to race.
He padded over to the door.
"It's nobody..." Paige said, pushing it shut hurriedly, right in the drunken actor's face.
Stephen began to hammer it.
"What's going on?!" asked Cody, "I heard my name. It sounded familiar...who is it? Dustin? Tell me what's going on Paige."
"It's just a deluded fan...you know the sort of nutters that sneak into hotels..." Paige tried to laugh it off as the knocking continued, "PISS OFF! I will call security!"
"What's going on...you're hiding something," Cody accused, "Paige? Who is outside that door? Is it fucking Josh Mathews because if so, he can go and throw his whiny little ass into the Atlantic with the rest of his failing promotion."
Knock knock! Knock knock!
Stephen was getting desperate. He would stay here ALL night if he had to. All he knew was, he'd let a good thing slip through his fingers and he wanted Cody back. He didn't know just how much he'd enjoyed being with the ravenette until he'd long gone and Dillinger had sent out that tweet the other day. It was bad enough seeing Eden's tweets...Stephen had followed Tye on Twitter as soon as he'd found out the Canadian had started seeing Cody. Why was Cody associating with such a low-card NXT jobber?! He could do SO much better than that!
Stephen didn't care who knew anymore. He pulled his phone from his pocket to fire up Twitter.
amellywood RealPaigeWWE i wont go until you bring me StardustWWE and im serious
Paige's phone went.
Cody always turned push notifications off for Twitter so his didn't go, and he wasn't on the app right now.
Oh shit.
Paige didn't know what to do. Stephen was going to keep making a scene, both in this hotel and on social media...how much longer could she barricade the door?
"Help!" she squeaked.
"Lock the door?" Cody said, "It's a hotel Paige. All doors have locks."
"Oh...right..." she blustered before doing so.
BANG! BANG!
Stephen just knocked harder. He was so busted he didn't care he was a big Hollywood star, in a hotel corridor, banging on a pro wrestler's door, drunk as trousers, married with a child, wanting to confess his love for a male wrestler. What a mess. But all he wanted to do right now was see Cody's pretty face. Profess his love and apologies for ending their intense fling just before fall.
"I'm gonna go call security," Cody said, "You stay here...not safe if it's a crazy out there."
"No...no...they'll go away.." Paige said, now crapping herself in fear.
"I don't think so," Cody reached over to unlock the door, ready to go tear this asshole a new one for stepping over the line of fan of the product and into insane stalker land. He really had no time for these types of fans. He'd grown to love Twitter but hated the way many fans felt so entitled to harass wrestlers via it. Cody was old-school like that. Hence why he referred to Stardust as a real person on his private Twitter. And don't get him started on smarks or any fan who used wrestling jargon at him...
"Cody...I can't let you..."
"They said my name...suppose it's my duty to be a good superstar," Cody sassed.
BAM.
The door was forced open suddenly, knocking Paige off her feet.
And Cody was stood, face to face, with the man that stole his heart in the summer.
Stephen Amell.
Reeking of bourbon.
And still as stunning as ever.
Cody froze.
What the fuck?!
He looked over at Paige.
"DId you...did you set this up?" he hissed.
"No...why do you think I was trying to...?" gasped Paige.
"Stephen...what in the name of GOD are you doing here?!" Cody's voice was small but loaded with emotion.
"Cody..." Stephen tripped as he staggered forward, falling onto Cody. The ravenette just about managed to keep the sozzled actor upright.
"You've been drinking...what's the matter...why are you...how...why...what the actual fuck?!" Cody was sturggling to process exactly just what on earth was happening.
"I needed to see you.." mumbled Stephen.
"You could call or WhatsApp...like we usually do."
"You don't wanna talk to me anymore..."
"I reply to your tweets. Hashtag Nicky Clan?"
"Not the fuckin' same Cody..."
"Oh here we go, I suppose you've had a fight with your wife and decided to fly all the way out here to tell me you want me instead huh?" Cody snarked, dripping with hurt and derision. WHY HIM?! Why did shit always magnetise itself to him? Could he EVER catch a break?
"I do want you...I always wanted you.."
"Well you CAN'T. HAVE. ME," Cody;'s voice quivered, his blue eyes shining as he got in the actor's face, "I am married. And committed."
"To a nobody in NXT.." Stephen spat.
SLAP.
The actor found himself staggering backwards after a colossal bitch slap - Cody's patented one.
"I've moved on Stephen. You're too late," he snarled, "Go back to your little Hollywood family and leave me the fuck alone."
"I love you Cody Runnels.."
A ringing silence fell.
Paige was playing with her hair as she took in the scene that had unfolded in her hotel room after a pretty heavy night - she had challenged unsuccessfully for the Divas title after all - Cody was glowering at his SummerSlam opponent and brief lover, whilst Amell was swaying slightly, eyes glazed over, whiskey-breathed and fraught, so far removed from his usual cool, collected demeanour.
Wow.
All she knew was...she was tired and needed her bed.
She had to turf them out pronto.
And Cody knew that this was deeply unfair on the young English girl.
"We can't do this here," Cody spat, "Paige needs to go to bed. Out. I'll see you tomorrow.."
He steered Stephen out of the room and into the corridor.
Now what the hell was he even meant to do now?!
Well as a few of you liked the Coddles/Amell pairing...I couldn't resist bringing him back for a cliffhanger...what do you think poor Coddles will do?
Probably my break from watching the product has shown here but honestly, I can't get behind it these days. Plus how many of the cast (John, Randal, Seth, and now Cesaro) are off the scene? I love writing this fic but not watching the material it's based on. Hopefully Rumble will liven things up!
Hope you all liked this anyway! Have a merry Christmas x