CHapter 47
We pick up where 46 left off...enjoy the show peeps!
Boston, MA, 13 December 2015
"Well?" snapped Cody.
"C'mon Cody," Stephen breathed, "I know you feel the same about me."
"No. I do not. I am in a relationship with Shawn."
"That's not even his name."
"It's MY name for him and was his ring name. I'm also married Stephen. As are YOU."
"Never stopped you before. Didn't stop you flirting with me all the way through our feud...didn't stop you opening your legs in the first place."
SLAP.
Once more the pissed-up actor was holding his cheek with a fresh red hand mark on it.
Cody was scowling. His chest heaving in and out under his smart waistcoat and checked button down.
"You could have turned me down Stephen."
"Yeah I didn't did I?"
"Oh so you just thought you'd stick your dick in me to shut me up?! Thanks a fucking bunch. Asshole."
"Cody please...I never said that...why would I be here now?!"
"I dunno. Maybe you got bored of fucking your wife."
Cody turned to stomp away down the corridor. He was SO done. Apparently having a normal life (as normal as could be for a WWE superstar) wasn't something he was allowed. Could he take just ONE break from drama, be it his own or other people's? Grr.
Stephen took off after him.
"Leave me alone Amell!" Cody snarled, breaking into a run.
"No! Not until you listen to me!"
"Well maybe I don't want to!"
Cody kicked open a door to the stairs and began to sprint down them two at a time, the athletic actor easily keeping up with the pro wrestler. Cody was frantic. He was trapped in a hell of his own making. Just when things were moving on in his life...back comes the past to haunt him. WHY?
And playing on the speakers on the stairs was Mariah Carey.
All I Want For Christmas Is You.
HA.
Cody almost found that ironically hilarious if he wasn't trying to run from the man who stole his heart in August.
And in thinking too much, the ravenette stumbled and fell.
"ARGH!"
He fell ungraciously onto his ass.
And Stephen caught up with him.
Cody had nowhere to go.
Stephen helped him up. And as their hands touched...
Cody whimpered as electricity shot through his 220 pound body. Why? Why was he still so attracted to Stephen? Even after the incredible times he'd been having with Tye of late?
No Cody.
Stop it.
It was ten days until the holidays.
Why was his life going down the toilet yet again?
Stephen was a little flushed from sprinting down however many floors after Cody.
His grip on Cody's hand tightened.
"You can let go now," the ravenette mumbled.
"I don't want to."
"Stephen..." Cody whimpered, "I can't...we can't..."
"Fuck everything and just tell me you love me."
WHY?!
Why now?
It was 2am. It was Raw tomorrow.
Although Cody hadn't been on the card...he was still accompanying Eden on the road (after all Nikki Bella was still rehabbing!).
And right now here he was, on the stairs of a hotel in Boston in the middle of the night, struggling with his feelings for Arrow star Stephen Amell who was professing love for him.
Stephen was staring at him, awaiting the reply.
Cody couldn't do that to him...he knew that if he said no...
For one, he'd be lying.
He wasn't over Stephen. No matter how much he tried.
Like Sheamus and Cesaro - Sheamus used Fandango's love for kink and group sex as a conduit to entice Cesaro back in, and wow did it work.
But Cody couldn't hurt Tye again.
What the fuck could he do? Whatever answer he gave, someone would get hurt.
Tye didn;t have anything to lose...but their ten year friendship.
Stephen had a wife and child.
Cody had a wife albeit an open marriage.
This was stupid.
This couldn't happen.
But before Cody's brain engaged with his mouth...he whimpered and his pouty lips took hold of Stephens.
Sparks flew as the actor growled with lust, devouring Cody's mouth like it was the last thing he'd ever do.
"I knew you felt the same.." he hissed between kissing.
"Just don't stop," moaned Cody, mewling loudly as the actor began to kiss his neck. His nimble hands began to fiercely undo Stephen's designer jeans, pulling the zipper down.
The actor was hard as anything.
"Missed you..." Stephen whispered, pausing to just gaze into Cody's eyes.
"I've missed you too Stephen.." COdy's blue eyes were shining with emotion. It was no good. He had fallen head over heels once more for this man. He pulled Stephen into even more passionate kisses, the actor going straight for Cody's smart jeans and whipping them open.
Cody grabbed Stephen's bopxer-clad muscular ass and ground their bodies together, whining loudly.
"Stephen...oh Stephen.."
"Cody..missed you..."
"Show me," Cody snarled, eyes flashing.
Stephen just reached up to stroke that pretty face.
He then leaned forward and touched each of Cody's eyes deftly with his lips. Kissing away the emotion.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Cody melted. He gave a small sob.
"Hey...it's OK.."
"No. It';s not OK...I'm not yours to have Stephen...I can't..aaaaah..."
Stephen's hand stroked his inner thigh..oh wow had the actor missed those legs..and he knew how much Cody liked being touched there.
"Take me," Cody's voice was a mix of pain and quivering lust.
He pulled his briefs down and wriggled out of his jeans and suede shoes so he was naked from the waist down.
Stephen jerked him idly. Wow. He forgot how hung Cody was.
Cody hadn't told even Finn, but in their Kansas mini-break in September, in between the many times they'd had furious sex, one time had been a switch - Stephen had bottomed. Another man losing his 'A-card' to Cody. It had been an experience the actor would never forget.
But he needed to be inside Cody again.
Feel that soft warmth.
Hear those beautiful screams.
Feel those muscles wrap around his body.
Cody was a strong man.
Cody sunk to his knees and pulled Stephen's boxers down, feasting and worshipping those thighs, balls and cock, taking his time to savour every inch of skin. Planting kisses, caressing with his eager, expert tongue, enjoying the masculine moans.
"My Nicky Clan.." he whimpered before taking Stephen deep into his mouth, showing off his inimitable oral technique. Playing with his balls, really making every effort in this clandestine collision of passion to please the actor.
Stephen pulled Cody's head off.
He guided Cody back to his feet and brought their faces together.
"Sssssh.." he whispered, kissing him tenderly.
"I love you Stephen," Cody sniffled, "I couldn't get over you...I'm so sorry..."
"Stop it baby...just enjoy the moment.."
"Want to take you to my bed.."
"We can't baby."
"Then you can take me here!" snarled Cody, spitting on his hand and slicking Stephen up.
"I want to be with you again..wherever," Stephen hissed.
"Stop before I change my mind," Cody panted.
Stephen pushed him firmly against the wall, holding his long smooth legs open. Cody wasn;t bothered about no rubbers. He just needed Stephen inside him.
And now he realised...he couldn't ever slag off Sami for this again.
New year's resolution. Other people's private lives were NONE of his business.
"OWwwwwwwwwwww..." Only spit for lube...yes it hurt.
But Cody endured the pain because it was fucking STEPHEN AMELL. The man he thought he could never have again.
"Ohhh STEPHEN...yes...my spot...just there baby.."
"Missed you.."
"I've missed you too...now show me Stephen."
Stephen began to pound Cody hard and fast, knowing it wouldn't be long before they were caught...or he lost his bottle...fuelled by bourbon and forbidden love, the actor was fucking the wrestler like his life depended on it, kissing him so hard...as though Cody would melt away should he stop...the long, thick, elegant legs wrapping tight around him, locking him in like a vice, Cody's talented hips snaking to take every thrust head on.
Stephen began to move down and kiss Cody's neck, letting Cody scream.
"Aaaahhh! Ah! AAAAH! Oh don't stop...don;'t you ever stop...please don't stop..."
"I won't...love you.."
"Love youtooo...aaaaaaaaaaaaaah...ohmygosh...wannacum...sorry Stephen...I'm so close...you're SO GOOD...ahhh ahhhh...ahhh...! AHHHH!"
"Fuck yes...gonna too...gonna shoot inside ya...fuck yes Cody...fuck yeah man..."
Cody threw his head back and screamed as he exploded between their bodies, his release soaking Stephen's t-shirt and his own smart waistcoat.
"Don';t stop.." he moaned, "Keep fucking me."
"Gonna...oh fuck gonna..." Stephen drove deep inside Cody with a fierce masculine snarl, Cody feverishly silencing it with some more kisses as he clenched his hole tightly around Stephen, feeling the warmth shoot inside him. He felt them both become one.
He wrapped his arms tightly around Stephen as well as his legs, terrified of letting go.
"Stay inside me," he whispered.
"Don't wanna leave you."
"You have to Stephen.."
The actor pulled out.
Cody fell to the floor, jelly legs again.
"You OK?" asked the actor, clumsily redressing his lower half.
"Never better.." Cody sighed, fumbling for his briefs.
Stephen helped him dress.
"I got speared by the Arrow again," Cody breathed.
"Did you have to ruin the moment?" Stephen asked, sitting hext to him and putting an arm around the sated ravenetted.
"Sowwy," Cody shot puppy dog eyes.
"Anything you do is adorable as fuck.." the actor sighed, kissing him on the lips.
"Only for you Mr Wonderful.." simpered Cody.
"OK now you're getting cheesy.." scoffed Stephen.
Wembley, London, NXT Takeover, 16 December 2015
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Finn Balor yelled into his phone, currently on FaceTime to his best friend.
"It just happened, Finny," Cody sighed, "I can't help it. He's stolen my heart again."
"After EVERYTHING you preach...'oh I hate slutty people'...Jesus Cody, it's almost worth re-opening a Magdalene Laundry and chucking you in it for life!"
Finn wasn't impressed. He really thought Cody would have stood up to Stephen and told him no. Not just give in, how weak of will was that? And why had Cody ONLY told him now?
"Finny you're a fine one to get on a soapbox. You flirt with me occasionally."
"Playful. You don't see me trying to climb onto yer cock. You do know your supposed boyfriend is here tonight? Guess who he's facing?"
"Surprise me," snarked Cody.
"Sami."
Now Cody went quiet.
Finn shook his head. Messiness begat messiness. Cody was so quick to call others messy but what was he?
"Oh, that thot," Cody spat, "Suppose he'll try and climb onto Shawn's dick."
"And so what if he did?"
"Oh thanks a bunch Devitt. Some friend you are."
"And some boyfriend you are to Dillinger!"
"Excuse me, I'm not the one who fucked him behind a club and then tossed him aside like a candy wrapper afterwards."
"I'm not the one cheating on him with drunken actors. I'm so pissed off at you for this, Cody. How can you slag off Sami for wanting to have a bit of fun when you're getting Amell's dick behind your wife's and boyfriend's backs?!"
"Stephen loves me. And I love him."
"Excellent, I'm sure Tye will be made up when you tell him because I bet you haven't."
"Ya know Balor, you really have to stop talking about folk," came a Canadian accent.
The NXT Champ went scarlet as he was faced with Tye Dillinger.
"Hi.." he mumbled stupidly, "Talking to your boyfriend..."
"My buddy with benefits," Tye said, totally calmly, "C'mon, you really think I didn't know? Cody and I go back years, man."
He nodded and waved at the phone.
Cody smiled awkwardly back.
Finn was struggling to take this in.
"You mean...you're OK with this?" he spluttered.
"Touching though it is, your concern for our relationship, we had to stop kidding ourselves," Tye said, "I care about Cody. But I knew before he wasn't fully over Amell, man. Yeah, I can't say I was happy about Amell crawling back into his life but I'm an adult and I'll get over it. I'm not a drama queen."
"See? You never gave me a chance Finny," Cody sighed, "THings happen we don't plan and can't control."
"You two made such a sweet couple," FInn complained, "Amell is married with a wee kiddy."
"We'll work something out," Cody said, "Look Finny, I must go..you need to get psyched up for Joe. Call you later."
"OK...see ya. Mwah." Finn hung up.
Before folding his arms and facing Tye.
"You're not as cool with it as you're acting," he remarked.
Tye sunk onto the bench and sighed heavily, running his tanned hands through his black hair. Finn just couldn't understand why Cody would enter back intoa dangerous long distance, unfulfilling affair with a Hollywood star when he had male perfection right here who'd carried a torch for him for almost ten years? A man with no baggage attached.
"No. I'm not cool with it!" erupted the Perfect 10, "I've been fucking USED again! Fuck being nice to guys, it's gotten me absolutely nowhere! I thought I was one of the last non-fuckboys out there, always treat them like they're worth something...and I either get used as a rent-a-dick (Finn shifted guiltily) or as a fucking plan B!"
"He did get with you pretty fast," Finn remarked, "As soon as he finally got rid of Mathews, instantly, it was cut Amell off and pursue you. I think he's insecure - doesn't matter whom it is as long as someone's his boyfriend."
"Well I know he's banged at least half of Ohio's gay male population," Tye said bitterly, "He was the biggest whore in OVW back in the day. Sometimes he'd have two hookups a day in between training and shows."
"Yeah he always says he used to be a slag," Finn replied, perching next to him, "But haven't we all been one at some point?"
"I guess man," Tye said, "I used to call him out on it all the time, cos he used to talk about feeling empty a lot but couldn't stop dropping his pants to anything with a dick attached. I caught him behind the OVW training facility getting fucked once. I tried to tell him...every person you sleep with takes a piece of you. When he got called up and met Mathews...ugh...he got even worse. Literally thinking he was God's gift to pro wrestling and the gay world. He used to wrestle with a hangover and a sore ass most nights...he and Mathews had this stupid fucking wager about scoring a bang in every one of the 50 states. I was so happy for him when he got with DiBiase Junior, thought it might calm him down and get him to grow up."
"Didn't he cheat on him with Ziggler?" Finn said, "He told me once but I can't remember.."
"Oh yeah, Orton caught them after they'd banged," Tye snorted, "It was Orton who told me. I was so pissed at Cody man...leopards don't change their spots, especially as he started preaching to Mathews about being the locker room whore and stuff. Did you know he was sleeping with Bob Holly the whole time they were tagging?"
"No?!" gasped Finn, "He never told me that...ooh I need this tea."
"You're not gonna go spreading it round the Performance Center?" Tye raised his eyebrows.
"WHat do you take me for? My best friend has hidden something from me...I just want to know - you're his oldest friend in the business."
Sami Zayn walked in at that point.
"Evening," he said.
"Where have you been man?" asked Tye.
"Out..." Sami said guiltily.
"Tasting some ENglish beef?" Finn snarked.
"And so what Fergal?" Sami sassed, "I need reminding that there still some hot Englishmen out there who can treat me properly."
"So deets," Finn said. He had thawed completely towards Sami now. Of course Sami returning to the ring officially tonight helped, and they'd been working matches against one another all throughout the NXT UK tour. And actually, now Sami was single, he wasn't quite so bossy and overbearing.
Well...in actuality, Sami had stood up to Finn once and for all, taking him down a few notches about the way the Irishman had treated him - after all, Sami was one of those select few who could handle the NXT Champion and FInn had forgotten just how good at cutting him down to size Sami was!
"Met him on Scruff," Sami said, "He wasn't a wrestling fan so had no idea who I was."
"What do you call yourself on there?" asked Finn.
"I just put RS, and if folk do ask my name, I tell them Sam," Sami said, "Not exactly a lie, and well, Saraya DOES love calling me Samuel. Obviously I don't put being a Muslim on there..."
"Bad idea," Finn said, "They'll probably call you a terrorist. Some people are so closed minded. When I briefly split up from Stuart most of my Grindr hit ups were the generic 'ooh hot Irish guy' types. I used to write in my accent on there - they ate it up but it was irritating."
"How can you write in an Irish accent man?!" snorted Tye.
"Easy," Finn said, "I used to write 'ello' instead of 'hey', and drop g's from words like hanging. And use Irish slang."
"I had to ask him what 'hack of ye' meant," Sami said, "Turns out it's an Irish phrase meaning hot mess."
"Guys must have recognised you in Orlando on there," Tye said.
"I called myself Patch on Grindr," Finn said, "Again, playful Irish man stereotype...and lied about my age...hehe. I wore a hoodie in my profile photo."
"Soz Fergal but I'm not buying that...you look every one of your 34 years," teased Sami, "I've seen you without your makeup on after a heavy night.."
"Shutup.." hissed Finn.
"Dude you don't..." groaned Tye.
"How else does he look so flawless in his old age?" Sami teased.
"And what's wrong with that?!" Finn had his hands on his hips, "Make up is not just for girls you know. And less of the 'old' SAMUEL."
"He wears a lot," Sami added, "He reads up on contouring in between building Lego."
"And he's the same age as me, you calling me old?" smirked Tye.
"SHUT UP and tell us about your hookup bitch," Finn snapped, folding his arms and scowling.
"Fine, he was younger than me.." Sami grinned, "27, worked in marketing, loved his gin. Big cock and pretty rich judging by his apartment. He used a vibrator on me before he went in...he had me wailing like a damn Thunderbolt siren."
"Please tell me you were safe," Finn scolded.
"I was, I've learned my lesson about barebacking," Sami said, "It was a thrill but ultimately not worth the risk or stigma. And if I do meet a nice man who wants to take things further, then it's a stage to go to."
"I made Stuart go in bare our first time because I didn't want to be just another of his conquests," Finn said proudly, "I wanted to see if he really was in it for the full relationship and not just because he wanted a bit of Oirish arse."
He said the last two in a highly exaggerated accent.
"Plans for Christmas?" asked Tye.
"Oh...well...I may as well tell you...I've told Cody before he spilled the Amell tea.."
"Wait what Amell tea?!" spluttered Sami, "Fergal? Elaborate for me?"
"Best if Tye tells," Finn said.
"OK I need to know immediately," Sami perched next to his opponent for the night.
"We're not together anymore," Tye confessed, "After TLC, Amell shows up wasted at the Boston hotel...turns out he'd gone to watch the show and sank some whiskey. He basically told Cody he still loved him...they ended up banging about four floors down on the staircase. Tacky or what?"
"I knew you were hurt," Finn said sympathetically.
"And Cody has the NERVE to judge how I live my life.." seethed Sami through gritted teeth, "He is the biggest hypocrite in wrestling!"
"He cried when he confessed," Tye said, "Let's not chuck him under a bus...we're still very good friends. He was never fully over Amell. It's not like he just went to a random Grindr hook up behind my back. He really loves that guy. He was sorry and did look it. I can read people good."
"Well I hope he's happy being Amell's side-hoe while Arrow plays happy families in Hollywood," Sami said disdainfully, "I personally think you're hotter than generic Hollywood stud number six hundred and two Amell, but that's none of my business."
"Normally I'd slap you," Finn said, "But I agree. I'm so angry with him."
"It's his life," Tye said, "Appreciate the sentiment but if I can stay friends with him and I'm the one he hurt, then so can you two. Yeah, I fucking hate that he basically used me, but guess ya can't help who you love...I love him...he loves Amell. Just how it is man."
"You deserve a good man," Sami said.
"Ya. Maybe." Tye shrugged and got to his feet. He strode out the deserted locker room without another word.
"He's cut up," Sami observed.
"Shall we go get a cup of tea before the rabble arrive?" Finn said.
"One thing I do miss about being with Ben was the British tea," Sami said, "Where's catering?"
"Just down here, and I made Triple H secure proper tea not vending machine pisswater," Finn said, "The perks of being champ. And I may have flashed a wee bit of thigh."
"Fergal...you're engaged."
"Ssssssh...hehe. I don't fancy Hunter but I know he has a wee soft spot for me. How else do ya think I get to go on the road with the main roster so I can be with Coddles and Stuart all the time? He says yes to anything I ask. Keeps me sweet."
"It's because most promotions would crawl across broken glass to have you on their payroll," Sami said.
"Nah. Cos I'm pretty," grinned Finn.
"Yeah I agree...but without your slap on you look like Yoda," Sami grinned.
"Bitch. Lucky you're a cute otter really."
"Oh shut up...Patch." snorted Sami, "Honestly. At least call yourself another Irish name like Donal, Colm or Padraig, or even Seamus. What even IS Patch?"
"Do I even look like a Padraig? That's classic Irish patriarch." Finn smirked as they found Catering. He swaggered to the bored-looking lady in charge of drinks, "Ello there darlin, would you make us two teas please?"
He flashed the smile and amped his accent a few octaves, really laying on the Irish charmer thing.
It worked.
She sparked into life and poured them two teas.
"Milk and sugar?" she asked, smitten.
"Tree sugars because this one's a weird Canadian, I like to take it with just a wee splash of milk," FInn camped.
Sami snorted.
Until Cody did his impression of Finn, Sami hadn't noticed just how er...fey the NXT Champ was with his wrists and hands! Now it was all he could focus on. He was really quite fem now Sami noticed. Not overtly but definitely you could tell he was gay. He did tone it down for podcasts and interviewers though he did think Katie Linendoll was fab-u-LOUS.
"I bet you do Fergal," he couldn't resist.
"Oh YOU," Finn giggled as he took the tea, "Thanks my love."
"You are such a queen Fergal Devitt," Sami scolded.
"Well it perked up her night serving me," Finn shrugged, sipping his brew delicately, "Enjoying your tea-flavoured syrup there gurl?"
"Oh shut up Patch and tell me your plans for Christmas."
"Not until you assure me that spruce beer will be slipped into my stocking."
"Your Christmas one or the ten deniers you wore for Wade that time?" clapped back Sami.
"Want to wear your tea?" threatened Finn.
"Doesn't matter, I can be El Generico and hide the scalds with a mask," Sami shrugged, "Yes it's brewing as we speak. How many bottles do you want?"
"Stuart doesn't shut up about it so as many as you can," Finn said, "OK you may know the plans, we're going back home to Bray, obviously. But that's not the best bit.."
"Go on then, spill. I can't take the suspense a moment longer."
"I might, as a special once a year seasonal treat...switch. One night only."
Sami almost fell from his chair in surprise. He pretended to keel over and clutch his chest.
"You?! Do you even know what to do with your cock?!" he snorted, "You don't even like your men touching it in sex! You're the biggest bottom I've ever met!"
"I've dallied with a few lasses to maintain my image, and I've topped the odd occasion," pouted Finn, "Like riding a bike isn't it?"
"Wade is six foot something and built like a brick shit house...you're well, an old twink," Sami said, "I would pay actual money to see your little shrimpy ass jetpacking big old Wade! You might have thick thighs but you are no top, Fergal Devitt."
"Worked for Coddles and Mathews," Finn snapped, "OK he was and is wasted in my humble opnion as a bottom when he fecking split me in half with that monster he packs, but just goes to show that you should NEVER assume someone's role by looking at them. I might hate it but it's a treat for Stuart."
"What else have you bought him?"
"Some shirts, his favourite cologne, a Preston United top with his name on," Finn said, "Oh and I've made Ma's Porter cake for him. Albeit with Guinness cos that's all Orlando has to offer porter-wise."
"So that's what your naked apart from the apron snapchats were?" Sami teased.
"Every lad who likes to be in the kitchen should bake naked once in their life," Finn said, "Oh my though, Stuart came back from the gym and I had to hide the cake...so ya know..he just had to have me over the breakfast bar as a distraction."
He did the popular-amongst-gay-guys girl-hand emoji and looked impossibly camp.
"Ahh...the post gym build up.." Sami sighed, "Ben was always a raging bull after a workout. You lucky bitch."
"And that's why a good girl needs thick thighs," Finn said triumphantly, crossing his legs camply and slapping one of his thighs (he was already in full ring gear, natch), "Absorb the impact of a good pounding from a big strapping hunk. He flooded me too, could barely keep it in. Sometimes nothing beats being bent over, having your hair pulled and your vag torn up."
He sipped his tea.
"Oh totes. Well we've been in this arena a whole...how long? And Rat Skank isn't harassing us yet, I'm suspicious and I don't like it," Sami said.
"He's probably trying to chat up Elias Sampson...that's his latest target," Finn scoffed, "Let's not complain. So your hookup, you never elaborated on the sex."
"We started gentle cos the vibrator had me ruined before we'd got going," Sami said, "But then after a while it started getting rougher so I wanted to be fucked doggie. He wrecked me Fergal...I shot the biggest load on his bed. He didn't shoot in me so when he pulled out we sort of kissed and I helped jerk him off."
"Stuart doesn't always cum in me," Finn said, "Most of the time..but sometimes I'm just so full of it it doesn't take long for me to cum so it's usually me first..."
"It's because you're an oversexed whore."
"WHore to one man only Samuel. And actually it's because he's just so good at sex. Knows how to hit the spot every time. So RAZZZZP to you."
"Oh God you are so like Coddles sometimes."
"Aye..what of it?" Finn sipped his tea, before fidgeting, "Knew I should have worn knickers."
"Why start now? You've never worn them in the ring since I first met you!" chuckled Sami, "Are you going to the Slammys?"
"Duh," Finn sassed, "Stuart in a suit? Any opportunity to get him in one."
"I'm going. Be nice to hang out with the main roster. And make fun of Saraya and her messy ass. What is going on with her lipstick?"
"She thinks she's Kylie Jenner or something," Finn agreed, "Reckon Amell will be there?"
"I doubt it...wait he could be...no doubt he's up for a Slammy," Sami said, "We need to go and stop the mess."
"Coddles will hate us, and I can't live with him hating me," Finn sighed, "Drink your tea it's going cold."
"And you call me bossy," Sami huffed, gulping his drink.
"Get the Brasso and buff me title up," Finn smirked, "Minion."
"Just remember I've seen you get caught short beside the freeway after a bad shake so back up bitch," clapped back Sami, "Or I'll tweet a photo of your anti-wrinkle cream."
"You'd do a Melina on me? BITCH. To be honest if Neville had ED medication if he pissed ya off you'd have tweeted a snap of it."
"Oh no she DIDN'T!" Sami Z-snapped him.
"I'd snatch your edges bald...oh wait...there's none left to snatch...slaphead."
"At least I don't fart like a brass band after a fucking."
Finn actually picked Sami's half-drunk mug of tea and was about to tip it over the hapless redhead when his phone rang.
"Saved by the bell..." Sami said as Finn picked it up. Facetime call from Wade.
"Hi darlin.." he simpered.
Wade. Looked like he was in a bar of some kind.
"Alright," grunted the big Brit, "Just keeping Ste company."
"How's he getting on without Cesaro?"
"Fine ta mate," came Sheamus' voice as the now former WWE World HEavyweight Champion appeared into shot, "How's London? Looking forward to the show?"
"Wait are you two at the pub?!" demanded Finn, "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"It's only eleven so we're having a couple of brunch bevvies," Sheamus said.
"Well you better be on bloody shandy or I'm telling Triple H," pouted Finn, "You are a bad influence on my fiancé O'Shaugnessy."
"Can ya stop twistin' his bollocks?" teased Sheamus, "How about I pass you back to him."
"You better. And no more lunchtime pub trips."
"Yes ma. Laters."
"I'm on water," Wade assured Finn as he re-appeared, holding up his glass, "What's new back home?"
"Well I'm gonna be catchin' up with Spurs soon, may even pop into White Hart Lane," FInn gushed. He even made THAT sound camp! "Other than that, same as last month. Oh. Been told the spruce beer is a definite."
"Bloody marvellous," Wade said, "Ste man did ya try it at the NXT Christmas do last year? Fucking amazing."
"Spruce beer? As in...beer made from Christmas trees?" Sheamus sounded dumbfounded.
"Yeah mate, Zayn makes it, apparently a yearly tradition...a Canada thing, it's fucking good stuff."
"You can chat to that big oaf once I've gone," barked Finn, "I miss you Stuart. It's not the same.."
"I know love but sometimes these things happen," Wade chuckled, "What's up with ol' painted chops by the way, said fuck-all at Raw and last night's tapings. You two ain't fallen out again?"
"No. He's been an idiot and opened his legs to Stephen bloody Amell...the fucker showed up at the hotel after TLC and they shagged on the stairs."
"But...I thought he and Dillinger...oh for fucks sake...you GAYS.."
"You're engaged to a man Stuey," came Sheamus' helpful contribution.
"Oh piss off," Wade grumbled, "Miz has been trying to chat him up. So you gonna win or lose tonight?"
"Not telling. Watch it," Finn ordered, "I'm not happy about missing our one year anniversary. Our first one and we're not even on the same CONTINENT."
"I'm always here," Wade assured him.
"It's not the same...our FIRST one...and we can't even have that."
"Well you know Hunter will bump you up if you asked."
"Sorry Stuart, my career will suffer. Not happening. I like coming on the road to purely to see you, hang out with Coddles, and ride our BMXs backstage."
"How will your career suffer?" snorted Wade, "You're so fucking over.."
"That's what Coddles says...you're supposed to take my side STUART. I can just see how my main roster run will go - I'll be thrown into a series of squashes, dumped in some crappy pointless midcard feud with that loser R Truth, have a short feud with Sheamus over a box of Lucky Charms, be forced to go heel and then get emasculated by Stephanie McMahon to finish. I'm happy here in NXT."
"A box of Lucky Charms?" snorted Sheamus, "What smark forum did you read that on?"
"True RIng Rat Dirt but that's not the point," Finn complained, gulping the last of his tea, "I've worked too hard the last fifteen years to end up like Breeze. His momentum's gone straight down the lavvy."
Sami sipped his tea as he spotted Hugo Knox walk in. Such a hottie. Shame he clearly fancied Finn though.
Still, a boy could have a bit of fun.
"Incoming Hugo Knox klaxon!" he catcalled.
"BITCH.." hissed Finn, as he spotted a jealous scowl on his beloved Wade's face.
"You go near that prick Fergal and I'll leather you," snarled the Brit.
"What makes you think I would. Stuart. Don't you trust me?" pouted Finn.
"Well...yeah..." Wade was muttering, "But.."
"But what, Stuart?"
"It's him," the Brit grunted, "He wants ya. He's built like a brick shithouse. Younger, upcoming...better looking."
Finn's eyes were hearts at this point.
"Stuart..." he cooed, "You don't have to worry about a thing, darlin. Love you."
He blew a kiss at his screen before flashing his engagement ring.
"Oh GOD I feel sick," Sami teased.
"I better go because I have an annoying ginger queen with me," pouted Finn.
"HARK AT HER!" Sami boomed, "Queen?! Pot meet kettle!"
"I may be fem but at least I don't have ginger pubes," clapped back Finn.
"Oi!" came Sheamus' voice.
"I'll call ya after the show," grunted Wade, "And I'll tweet that young goalie upstart to tell him to keep his mitts where I can see them."
"No need to Stuart but thank you darlin...miss you. Love you."
"Loves ya too. Good luck, we'll be watching. Bye love."
"Bye...mwah"
Reluctantly Finn hung up.
Sami was shaking with laughter. Oh winding Finn up was such fun now they were back to normal friendship-wise.
"Hugo!" he said jovially, "Come sit here with us man."
Grinning, the former English football player strode over. Any excuse to sit next to that beauty that was the current champion.
WadeBarrett Oi HugoKnoxWWE, keep your hands off him. Or I'll kneecap you *thumbs up emoji*
Oh really Barrett?
HugoKnoxWWE WadeBarrett yeah well, you didn't scare Rooney so what makes ya think you scare me *tongue out emojis*
"How's it going?" he smiled.
"Oh going very well, can't wait to snatch Joe's edges bald," Finn said, "I'm gonna go get some more tea."
He climbed to his feet, his trunks disappearing up his arse crack as he minced over gaily to the tea lady. Hugo's eyes glued to dat ass. He was hard instantly. Damn it. What he'd give to get that sexy little twink into his bedroom...he knew FInn liked big English men after all..
"Barrett's not messing," Sami said, "Fergal's unavailable."
"But he's so hot..." complained Hugo.
"Most men want a piece of Fergal," Sami stated, "He gets even straight homophobes questioning their sexuality."
"Didn't he fuck Dillinger and Rhodes?" Hugo said. The rumour mill was rife.
"Yes, he did, but he was single at the time," Sami said sternly, "Get over it Hugo. He's not going to leave Wade and climb onto you. Not every gay guy is a cheat."
"Heard you're single now mate," Hugo said.
"That I am," Sami smiled, "Single and looking for fun."
"Dunno what ya saw in Neville," Hugo replied, "I mean, he's talented as fuck but come on mate...those ears?"
"Excuse me, I was going to marry him at one point so less of the shade throwing," snarled Sami.
"Whoa whoa...didn;'t mean to hit a nerve."
"Anyhoo I've already had a fuck today thanks, so if you're trying to hit me up as a compensation for not being able to stick your dick up Fergal's ass, you're wasting your time Knox," Sami sassed.
Damnit. Hugo was that obvious. Corey Graves turned his stomach so he was out, and Balor, whom Hugo really, really fancied, was now most definitely off-limits. Zayn was cute and he was close to Balor, but was he Hugo's type? The former footballer liked pretty guys. Like Finn.
Speak of the demon, the Boss Of NXT sashayed back over with some more cups of tea.
"Some more tea-syrup for this clueless Canadian," he grinned, "Oh soz Hugo, were ya thirsty?"
"I'm good ta mate," Hugo played it cool, a little stung by the obvious shade thrown his way by Finn.
Sami was grinning. Finn could always destroy someone without really trying.
"So what's the happs?" camped Finn, crossing his legs in that fey way. Hugo's eyes went straight to the thighs...oh man WHY? Why did he have to fancy this boy?
"Hugo is thirsty," Sami said, "He tried to flirt with me whilst you were getting the tea."
"Is that right?" Finn grinned, his green eyes sparkling with mischeif, "So what turns ya on about my wee ginger pal here?"
"FERGAL.."
"I wasn't flirting," Hugo mumbled, getting to his feet and deciding to leave whilst his ego was mostly intact.
"Calling him ugly?" Finn carried on, "What's up Hugo, not a fan of gingers?"
"Shut up PATCH," spat Sami, "I'm gonna go grab Dillinger if he's stoped moping about Cody and go through our match. Stick your tea Patch."
He thrust the mug towards Finn and stomped off, making sure neither Hugo or his best friend saw the smirk that lifted his cute bearded face. Play hard to get. Now Knox will think he's offended him...hopefully and then he could climb onto that fabulous ripped body and get the ride of his life. And make Neville SICK with jealousy! Hugo was a classic stud. A touch basic but Sami didn't mind that. I mean C'MON, that body? Another one Sami had his eye on was Tino Sabatelli (AKA Sabby Piscatelli). Again, big ripped body that just made Sami MOIST.
Since Mojo Rawley, Sami had developed a taste for big men. The guy he'd had today had nice broad shoulders and was a gentleman too, actually having a good conversation with him before and after, even offering him a drink.
And also, as far as the redhead was aware, neither Tino or Hugo would touch Corey Graves. And he knew Corey would be twitching to get into both their pants. If he could get there first, he could stick not one, but two to his nemesis.
Slammys, Raw, 21 December 2015
The show was the final one before Christmas, and the atmosphere backstage was fairly buzzing. The Slammys didn't mean much in the grand scale of things but they were always a laugh and usually the roster went out afterwards as they couldn't do a proper Christmas party like NXT could.
In Catering, the depleted 'real men' were sat at a table, all three of them - Wade, Neville and Sheamus. Neville wasn't happy - Sami was going to be here, and it was the first time he'd seen his now ex since they'd broken up. And the WWE gossip machine meant that of course, he'd found out about Mojo Rawley and Johnny Gargano. Well, Tommaso Ciampa had told Neville on WhatsApp after it had happened.
"Come on mate, pick your face up will ya," Wade said.
"OK for you, smug bastard, your fella's gonna be here soon," Sheamus said, "Mine's stuck trying to heal up."
"He's superman, he'll be back by March, you watch," Wade assured him, "You get to go and see him every weekend, Triple H always lets you."
"Yeah and I'm bloody thankful," the big Irishman sighed, "But...ya know what I mean lads...I can't...we can't..."
"Well there's always Fandango," scoffed Neville.
"Oh shut yer face," Sheamus retorted, "He's practically unemployed and only shows up on Tuesdays."
"Well technically you two never kicked him out," Wade said.
"Yeah but you know something, I like to think I've got a modicum of self control," snapped Sheamus, "I don't love Fandango. He's a good mate and was good for a bit of fun for a while. I love Claude, and I'm staying fucking loyal."
"Rather you than me," Neville said, "Man, you don't miss sex till you can;t get any. I hate being single. Fucking shit."
"Well, you could go see Miz, he's the first port of call for anyone sick and tired of wanking," Wade snorted.
"You know the worst thing," Neville sighed, "I'm actually considering it."
"Well just don't bring him to the pub with us, and what's more don't fucking STOP coming! I need my beer buddies to keep me sane," lamented Sheamus.
"Ain't he needy?" teased Wade, "Cena's back next week and the pisstaking will commence once more I imagine, I wish he'd just stop being a pain and just tell us he's wifed Snoreton."
"Got nothing to surprise us with when he does come back then," Neville remarked, "And you don't know that's why they've been away."
"Are you thick as well as ugly?" Wade snorted, "Both been off for fuck knows how long, almost the same time?"
"Cena's been making a movie, and the photos I've seen, man, I'd do him," Sheamus remarked, "Looks good with tats."
"OK you need to just convince Cesaro to give you the best blowjob of your life or summat," Wade teased, "Cos the frustrations making you think weird thoughts. Nev mate, i was joking about the being ugly thing."
"Yeah I know but just watch your gob in future, being single is getting to me man," Neville sighed.
"Nobody else here catch your eye?" asked Sheamus, "I mean, I have to say Bertie looks good."
"Nah," Neville said, "I'm not sure whether to go for another lad or find another lass. Rami was such work it's kinda put me off."
"Then just sleep about for a bit mate, you're young, you're allowed," Sheamus said, "Besides, means you've got stories to tell over beers that aren't Stuey banging on about his wife-to-be or me being all sad over Claude?"
"Mate, just go and bang Miz," Wade put in, "We won';t judge you."
"Means he'll stop sexting Claude," Sheamus said, "So actually, yeah, I insist you go there."
"I don't think he'll want me somehow," snarked Neville.
"Why not? You're male and breathing," came a feminine Irish drawl as Finn sashayed over to see his beloved (leaving Sami behind as he knew the redhead would not approve).
"Hello love.." chuckled Wade as he was smothered by smartly-dressed NXT Champion.
"Oh vomit vomit," groaned Sheamus, "It's our cue to leave Nev."
"Keep your AussieBums on Sheamus, I'm on my way to find Coddles," Finn Z-snapped his fellow Dubliner, "Just wanted to check in with my man and make sure you're not leading him astray."
He and Wade made out a little.
Sheamus made a being sick noise.
Wade just shot him the finger. He was just jealous!
"Fergal love, you're sapping my lad points.." he teased.
"Oh FINE, you can sleep ALONE tonight," pouted the NXT Champ, climbing off of Wade instantly, "Have fun fapping, I'm gonna sleep in Coddles and Eden's room instead. BYE!"
He flounced off.
"I think someone's got a wee bit of making up to do," Sheamus was in like a shot.
"Oh shut up."
"I'm gonna go...get something," Neville said, spying Miz (and Corey Graves, ugh) enter Catering. Actually, seeing as Sami dumped him, going for one of his ex's enemies actually would be fun. Just for the look on Sami's face alone. And Miz did have a glorious fat arse. And plus, Neville had only ever slept with Sami in terms of men...and Miz was very different - for starters he was hairless - to the furry otter redhead.
"Yeah, Miz's slutty arse," snorted Wade, "You really think he should?"
"I'll do anything to stop that slag harassing Claude when he's vulnerable," Sheamus spat, "It means old Nev gets his end away and sticks one to his shitty ex. I mean, ringing him up to pick a fight and then dumping him without letting him get a word in. That's a proper dick move ain't it?"
"Agreed," Wade said, "Well looks like I better find a way of thawing out Fergal."
Neville made his way to Miz and Corey, who were bitching, funnily enough, about Sami's buzzcut.
"Doesn't he look like he's put his head on the wrong way round though," Miz was whispering.
"Oh he always looks a mess, I'm amazed he gets ANY men," Corey snorted.
"I can't BELIEVE he fucked Zack's man, I mean GIRL, who DOES THAT?" Miz was totally unaware of the sheer hypocrisy leaving his mouth.
The Hype Bros had come about because Zack and Mojo had started dating one another, and Mojo hadn't told Zack about his cheating...well...Mojo wasn't aware of Zack's messy fling with Cena, but someone ought to tell him cheating on Zack was NOT a good idea..
"I might not have judged had Mojo put his cock in someone hot," Corey said, "But really? Zayn? Was he desperate? I mean, red fuzz? EW! Oh HI NEVILLE."
"Alright mate," grunted the high flying Brit.
"Don't mind us, just roasting your ex for you," Miz beamed.
"Say what ya like about him, he treated me like shit," Neville said.
"What's his hole like?" the Toxic Duo were super ready for the tea! Sami was a Plastic and needed to be taken down. YAAAAAAAAS. They hoped Nevilled would READ Sami like no tomorrow!
"Fuck'in'ell you lads don't mess about," Neville whistled, "Does it matter? I know ya don't like him Keenan but c'mon now.."
"I hate and despise him and always have," Corey snarled, "He caused me to lose the one man I ever loved."
"Hunty you were cheating on Jesse White left right and centre," Miz said, "But yeah I understand. Zayn bad. Booo. I mean what a pathetic mess...injuring yourself in your ENTRANCE? Neville you're so talented, why did you waste time with a guy who doesn't know what manscaping is?"
"I dunno mate," NEville shrugged, "First lad I suppose, didn't know any different."
"Well you should play the field a bit more Neville, there's more to man sex than that hairy Maclairy," Miz beamed, hand on hip.
Alberto Del Rio walked past at that moment.
Corey's eyes fixated. Mmmmmmmmm. Latino stallion. He was working on that and had been since the Mexican had returned in the fall. Del Rio's body was just on FLEEK now. And Corey was amazed he hadn't gone there before now. Surely soon he'd be able to entice the Latin stud into his ass?
"I'll catch you in a while hunty," he purred, eyes all over Alberto's ripped, golden skin, "Gotta go..."
"Spil ALL the tea after the show," Miz grinned.
"Will do. Laters."
Corey took off after Alberto.
Neville just couldn't believe how easily these two could just seek out a target and pursue it...and nine times out of then they managed to convince men to sleep with them. Even the supposed straight ones...which meant that they must be absolute BEASTS in the sack! There must be a legit reason their hitlists were so long. Half the male roster had been with either Miz or Corey (some even had had BOTH of them) along with most of the officials and referees. Neville wasn't experienced enough in the gay world dos and don'ts. He just saw two, pretty fit lads, who seemed to be able to bed any man that crossed their paths.
"Looks like it's just me and you, oh hunk that gravity forgot," Miz shot those pearly whites at the Brit.
"Wanna go talk somewhere, Wade and Sheamus are getting on me wick," Neville replied, "And I can't face my ex. Not yet."
"Sure," Miz beamed, "We can go eat away from all the basic bitches. I hear Nikki Bella's here. Yuck. Was hoping she'd be forced into retirement but ya can't win em all. I bet it was her that got Bradley fired."
"Maybe," Neville thought it best to just agree. He followed the Money Maker out of Catering and into a side room.
Miz pushed open the door and flicked on the light. Mostly wires boxes but at least it was private.
"Box room?" Neville raised his eyebrows.
"Who cares about the decor?" Miz grinned, shutting the door and pulling out a long box as some sort of table-cum-bench, perching on it, his thick, smooth legs apart. Well he was in his trunks of COURSE, "Come Neville, sit beside me."
He patted the box, allowing the short but jacked Geordie to sit next to him.
"Tell me all about Zayn," Miz said, "Throw all the shade you like. Roast him to a crisp. I'm listening. Corey and I hate the plastics."
"Yeah I know man...ugh...just...yeah he was a laugh...good sex...but...he fucking controlled me!" Neville erupted, glad to just get it all off his chest AT LAST, "Seriously mate! That guy's got a degree in henpecking husbands! 'Do this Ben', 'don't do that Ben', 'pay attention to ME Ben'. Fuck's SAKE! He's soooo fucking needy!"
"Just like his cronies," Miz put in, "Look at how Balor's emasculated Wade, so much so that Wade's no longer hot. You know whom he reminds me of? Melina! I used to fancy JoMo rotten and he's still a beaut to look at, but knowing just how deep his balls are buried inside Melina's purse makes him a HUGE turn off. And don't get me started on Rhodes' hypocritical ass. He's one of the biggest whores in WWE and dares to shade Corey and I? Fucking hate the Kardashian Sisters!"
"Yeah I see what you mean man," Neville said, "Rami fucking emasculated me.,...all the lads take the piss out of me for it."
"You deserve so much better, man of your talent," Miz simpered, "And I like how you look, you've got a fantastic body. Like...your pecs are just...(he made a circle with his thumb and forefinger like the emoji)...mmm."
"Thanks mate," Neville smiled, "Glad someone here appreciates me rather than sees me as a joke."
"The Red Arrow is possibly one of the most impressive finishers in sports entertainment," Miz said, "I don't just admire you for your beauty Neville...you're one of the best legit in the squared circle. You're not only a flier, you're technical and strong too...I'd love you to train me to improve and win over the haters."
"Mate, you're one of the best there is on the mic," Neville replied, "I could take some promo lessons from you."
"Easy way to start sweetie," Miz shuffled closer, "Talk trash to everything and everyone you see. I do it in the car...a stop sign, a traffic light, a coffee shop or a dog walker...more you do it..(he shuffled closer)...the better you get. Same with anything in life really?"
He flashed that smile once more, his large blues sparkling.
"Whaddya mean man," Neville snorted.
"I mean, you've only been with one man," Miz said, "I bet you're just DYING to explore the uncharted waters of man-a-man sexuality now you've freed yourself from Zayn's chastity belt."
"Well...maybe mate but we've only been in this room ten minutes," Neville said.
"So? It's 2015, almost 2016...chocolates and flowers are so last century," Miz smirked, "Sometimes all it takes to get me into bed is a look.."
He was so close to Neville the Brit could smell his expensive cologne.
Oh fuck it. What had the high flyer to lose now?
Nobody would disturb them in here.
He turned to Miz and began to devour his moist lips in earnest. Miz instantly giving himself to the kissing and whimpering needily.
"Oohhh yes you big British hunk," he whimpered, "You know I love a European."
"Barrett, Cesaro...did ya have Rusev as well?...kinda adds up," grunted Neville.
"I've been wanting you for a long time but Zayn put me off..." moaned Miz, grinding against him, his 230lb weight easily overpowering Neville as he moved to straddle the pint-sized stud, grinding his ass on Neville's pretty substantial bulge, "And yes, I may have had a Bulgarian brute in me a few times. Don't tell that wannabe famous harpy he calls a girlfriend though."
"You don't waste much time mate.." panted Neville.
"I know blue balls when I see them sweetie..lets get those trunks down and free him shall we?"
He crawled onto the floor, down on his knees (his usual place) and yanked Neville's trunks down, eager to get to his prize.
And it did NOT disappoint. Mmmm an uncut cock. Just what he liked. Another reason why European men were vastly superior. He idly stroked the Brit's hardon and caressed his balls.
Neville threw his head back, almost unable to cope with the contact after what seemed a lifetime of neglect. At fucking last he could get some attention. He was happy with Miz just giving him a handjob if he was honest. He just needed to cum at the hands of someone else again. Feel a bit more attractive and less of a joke amongst his peers. And fuck Miz was so deft and good with those manicured hands...he knew how to pleasure a fellow man allright. And hopefully, Neville wouldn't have to return the favour.
Miz just smiled as he jerked Neville off.
"Yeah...you want this doncha," he purred, "Good man Neville...just wanna let out some frustration don't you?"
"Yeah man...fuck you can wank a lad off..." gasped Neville.
"Pleasing hot men is what I was put on this earth to do," Miz stood up and pecked Neville tenderly on the lips, "Feel good?"
"Yeah..."
"Would you like me to put my lips around it? Suck you off? Worship you like you deserve?"
"Yeah...fuckin'ell don't stop.."
Miz kissed him passionately before sinking back to his knees, pulling his trunks down and off so he was naked save for his kickpads. He might even be able to convince Neville to slip it in his ass soon...was going SO well! Miz needed a fuck so bad. But it sounded like Neville wouldn't last long...the moans he was emitting..the Awesome One slowly and tantalisingly took every inch into his warm mouth.
"Ohhh FUCKING HELL..." hissed the small Brit, "You're fucking GOOD mate.."
Miz just made a noise of triumph and continued to orally please the high flying Englishman. Yes...he loved a man who just sat there and lapped up his ministrations...he could have them eating out the palm of his hand!
"Not...gonna...fucking hell mate you're so good...think..."
Miz, quick as a flash removed Neville from his mouth and closed his hand tightly around the Brit's cock, forcing off the impending explosionjust in time. Neville was SO close...he only just about edged...it was just too much of an all-out assault on his senses.
Miz grinned naughtily at his prey.
"Fuck mate I was about to cum.." Neville groaned.
"Want to make it last don't we? Where would you like to shoot that load sexy man? Down my throat? Or somewhere else?"
"I just want to fucking cum mate.." Neville admitted, "Seriously...it's been so long...last fewe months with Rami our sex life was nonexistant!"
"And that's not how you keep a man," Miz said, grinding against Neville.
"Stop man...I'll cum.."
"it's OK baby," Miz purred, "There's a lot of build up in there..it's my job to help you release it..."
He climbed back onto the box and opened his legs. Clearly indicating what he wanted. That dick. In his ass.
"Mate, should warn ya now...I'm so horny...I'll barely last five seconds," Neville warned, but wow was he tempted by that round, smooth-as-silk, beautiful big ass. Miz had cake. More than Sami.
"I haven't had some dick in a long time, we can help each other," Miz purred, "Inside my kickpad is my lube sachet."
"Bloody hell is it a wrestling trend, keep your lube in yer boots?"
"Why do you think the kickpads look caught on?" smiled Miz, sucking on two fingers and prepping himself, moaning with joy as the fingers went in.
Fuck. Neville found that so hot, Miz fingering his arse and getting a lot of pleasure from it. Maybe he should help Miz out as a thank you. Certainly stop him from shooting too early. He fumbled inside the Ohio native's kickpad and found the lube sachet. He tore it open with his teeth and coated his fingers.
"Ohhhhh!" Miz's signature small screams filled the room as AT FUCKING LAST he was getting his hole fingered by someone other than himself for what seemed an eternity! He opened his thick legs wider and just drunk in the pleasure.
"Fucking hell man, ya like that doncha?"
"Yeah I do stud...keep fingering my pussy.."
"Want me to suck your cock?"
"You can do sexy man but honestly I'm fine with this..."
Neville leaned over and clumsily began to suck Miz's weeping cock, half-expecting the usual chastising that he wasn't doing it right (as Sami usually did). Wow Sami really did him more harm than good now he thought about it.
Miz was fucking his mouth earnestly as well as pushing his hungry ass back right down to Neville's knuckles.
"Just put your fucking fat cock in me!" he cried in frustration...the fingers weren't enough.
"If you're sure mate...you got a johnny in there too?"
"No..."
"Mate I can't...suck us off instead."
"What ya so scared of?" smiled Miz, raising his legs, "You know you want this asspussy."
"Yeah I do but not without a condom.."
"Sssssh...just enjoy me," Miz whispered, pulling Neville to him, resting his ankles on those broad, muscular shoulders of the shorter man.
Neville's hormones overruled his sensibilities, and he began t coat his weeping hardon...he was not going to last long. He'll probably explode the moment he entered Miz...no way could he go long enough to make Miz cum.
He lined up and gingerly pushed against the tight pink hole...
"Ohhhhhh FUCK..." hissed Miz, "You are a big boy...mmmm...oweee...slowly...gently...oooh YES! You just hit my g-spot stud...oh FUCK YES I need this! Pound me you British hunk!"
Neville smiled down at the chunky elder Ohian, whose blue eyes shone with sheer gratitude. He began to fuck Miz hard. Very hard. His inherrent anger at Sami's prolonged emasculation was spilling out. Take it Miz. Take it you whore. Neville knew Miz would look for his next cock after this had finished...fucking take it! Yes. Scream for him Miz.
Miz was having the time of his life!
"OHH YES! YESS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
SLAP.
Neville smacked Miz's curvaceous ass cheek.
"MMmmm!" squealed Miz, "Oh wow you're GOOD! Don;t stop! you hear me?! Don't fucking STOP..."
Neville leaned down and furiously, mannishly, kissed him.
"You're so much better than Rami.." he snarled.
Miz shot him an evil smile.
"Any idiot can tell you that. Now shut up and continue fucking me."
The box was crashing against the wall and Miz's screams were reverberating. YES! Oh God Yes! This was the fucking LIFE, damnit! Suck on this Zayn! Miz was on his way to steal yo man. And now Miz had GOT yo man! YAAAS!
"Oh fuck man...fuck man...gonna cum...I'm gonna...oh fuck.."
"Right in me!" screeched Miz, "Fuck yes...go for it stud...shoot your fuckin load in me!"
Neville let out a frustrated roar...the veins throbbing in his temple, his long, wavy brown hair falling over his pointed yet handsome face as he exploded at long last, deep inside Miz's willing ass...oh fuck this was the best orgasm he'd had in a long time...and Miz took it like a champ...clenching his hole to truly take everything the Brit offered...wait Miz just screamed...
"OHHHHH! YES!"
The feeling of having a hot hunk blow a much-needed load within him was easily enough to burst Miz's dam too and he convulsed wildly, spraying his ripped, chunky torso with his own, long-suppressed release.
They'd cum within seconds of each other.
It was a fuck both men wanted, needed and craved.
The Brit fell onto the cuddly American and they held each other for several minutes to get their breath back. Oh fuck yes. The air reeked of testosterone. Two frustrated men had just well and truly gotten their rocks off.
"Did ya cum?" gasped Neville.
"Uh-huh.." Miz whimpered, "You are amazing.."
"FUck man...you're one hell of a shag.."
"So are you sexy.."
Miz made a disappointed noise as Neville pulled out of him. Wow. More fool Zayn. Ha!
Clumsily, the Brit made to pull his maroon trunks back on.
He pulled up a box and fell inelegantly onto it, just looking at Miz's luscious curvy form as the Awesome One basked in the post-coital glow.
"Feel better?" Miz purred, shooting his dazzling moneymaking smile down at Neville.
"Loads thanks mate. How about you?"
"Just what the doctor ordered."
"I better get back," Neville said, "Soon as I get the feeling in me knees back!"
Miz swung his chunky legs around and fumbled for his trunks, slipping them on.
"If you want to do this again sometime," he smiled, "I'm more than happy."
"Mate, I'm not sure I can do the relationship thing again...sorry.."
"I don't do relationships either," Miz replied, "I mean, if you want to hook up again, let me know. No strings, just good fucking sex."
"I promise I'm not the jealous type," Neville smiled.
"Good because I don't like to be tied down, but I like to keep my good dick handy," Miz beamed, "But you definitely need a boy who can handle you. Not one who tries to control you."
He got to his feet.
Neville slowly followed suit.
"I'll see you around," he grunted.
"Course you will sweetie." Miz leaned forward for a peck on the lips.
NEville returned it before departing, walking past Nikki Bella and totally not seeing her.
OK.
The former Divas Champ was expecting Sami Zayn to emerge. She knew what the men in this company were like! She'd really missed the irreverant goings on backstage whilst on the road to recovery.
Back in the box room, Miz reached into his kickpad for his phone.
He WhatsApped Corey.
Oh wow *hearteyes* Neville is amazing!
Buzz.
Corey Graves said:
No way! *laughter emojis* YAAS HUNTY GET IT IN! About time you got some D! Alberto says hes up for post-show drinks ;) looks like I get my fajita at last ;) ;)
Miz smirked as he replied:
You back in Catering? Need to refuel ;) Neville's a beast...he fucked me like he hated me *hearteyes*.
Corey Graves said:
Yup. Get ya a big bowl ;) You can tell me all about it. Preferably when Zayn's in earshot :P
Miz sniggered to himself as he left the room.
Nikki was gobsmacked.
Wait, WHAT?!
Miz?!
That asshole?
But she thought Neville was Sami's man?
"Ew. What you looking at, undeserving ho?" snarled Miz.
"A hot ass mess," spat Nikki.
"I hope your implants leak." Miz hissed.
"At least mine look more real than your wifes.." Nikki clapped back.
"Boo hoo. You're still pressed she won't speak to you anymore."
"Not bothered. How's Brad by the way?"
"Stuck at home waiting for the 90 days to end. No thanks to you."
"Oh my heart bleeds," Nikki spat, "Well I'd love to stay and chat but you're a common backstreet whore. Bye."
"And you can't wrestle a damn lick bitch."
Nikki had already stomped confidently away. SHe was no longer scared of the Toxic Duo now Cody and Finn had her back, and Brad had been pink-slipped. Yes she may have reported Brad...yes Cody and Finn had also backed her up...and maybe even Paige, Summer, Natalya and Charlotte had too... but now wasn't the time to rake over the past. Time to catch up with her much-missed squad.
She strode into Catering, looking for them.
Paige's hair was instantly recognisable.
As was Cody's paint.
Yaay.
She walked towards them.
Cody beamed.
He got to his feet.
"YAAAAAAAS!" he squealed, leaping onto her.
"Mind the jumpsuit.." she chuckled.
"Brandi will be THRILLED hehehehe," he giggled naughtily, "But come take a SEAT! Finny, budge up gurl."
"Why...oh HEEEEYYY!" trilled Finn, also leaping onto her, making sure not to jig her delicate injured neck.
"Stop it, you'll break her," Paige scolded, "At bloody last. Missed you Nicole."
"Missed you too Paige," Nikki sank into the newly-provided seat for her, "Oh wow, the entire squad."
She caught Sami's eye and gulped. Oh shit. She didn't know he was actually here...
"So what's new?" she cleared her throat, "Give me all the tea."
"Who wants to go first?" Cody said.
"You can sweets," Finn said.
"Finny...please let's not.."
"Somebody's got a new man," Finn declared, "Guess who showed up at TLC?"
"Finny...hush," Cody said, "My life. My tea. Shawn and I have split up. We work better as friends...Stephen is back in my life and I won't change it for the world."
"Awww...ok...sad you and Dillinger split so soon but you were totally in love with Amell," Nikki said.
"He's stopping by at Christmas, and by the way, there's an invite for you too hehehe," Cody grinned.
"Stop.." Nikki blushed, "Where's Summer?"
"Oh she'll be here," Paige said.
"Yeah Saraya's getting nice and wet in anticipation," chimed in Sami. Paige lobbed a serviette at him.
Nikki shifted in her seat once more.
"Something wrong?" asked Paige.
"Er...Sami..." Nikki began.
"Yes, Ben and I are no longer together," Sami said, guessing what she was about to ask, "You've probably heard the rumour mill but hear it from me directly. I'm cool now. Don't miss his incompetent ass one bit."
"Oh..." Nikki said.
"What's up?" asked Sami.
"I bet I know," piped up Finn, "Who's Neville been pursuing? What's Stuart put him up to? Where is my fiancé so I can tear him a new one for leading innocent men astray?!"
"He uh...well, I saw him leave a storage room...Miz came out after him," Nikki admitted.
"What?!" Finn looked revolted.
Cody looked over at the redhead with concern. How would Sami take that? If Cody had been in the redhead's position he'd have been mortally insulted.
Rather than look sad, however, Sami roared with derisive laughter.
"He...he...he what? Best he could do?! He thought?! He ACTUALLY thought...oh what a moron..!" he crowed, "He thought he could make me jealous by going after that human dartboard?!"
"Gross...MESS.." groaned Cody, "Sami there's no way you'd take him back now?!"
"Hell NO," Sami smirked, "I'm too busy playing hard-to-get with Hugo Knox hehe."
"Hugo Knox? He's HOT..wait isn't he Nia's man?" Nikki asked.
"She's his faghag," Finn corrected, "She loves the gays does Nia. She's got her own wee squad going down there now. Actually, Eva's not bad once you get to know her."
"Still not convinced," Cody said, "But hey I'm not down in NXT. But seriously, Neville and Mess?! KHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"So who's in Nia Jax's squad?" Paige snorted.
"Well, obviously yours truly," Finn announced, "And Samuel. Hugo. Sabby or Tino whatever ya want to call him...Bayley. Carmella. Enzo. Yes ladies, Enzo is queer too. I promised him I'd try find him a man..Oh it's so funny...Sami keeps drip-feeding cheeky nudes to Hugo's snapchat and then acting innocent when he replies! I think poor Hugo's gonna have a breakdown soon hehehe."
"You're mean Samuel," Paige scolded.
"Well I've got to make him want me as opposed to Plan B cos he can't get Fergal," Sami said, "Nah, it's fun. Certainly stops the bitching about Fergal anyway. Those who think Rat Skank's opinions seem to matter just stay mad."
"So when you finally gonna put him out his misery?" Paige scoffed.
"When I'm bored with whatever Orlando's Scruff, Growlr and Grindr have to offer?" Sami shrugged, "Or when he stops peeping up Fergal's shorts when he thinks nobody's looking."
"And you're cool with all of this?" Nikki looked right at Cody.
"Early 2016 resolution, after my messy antics post-TLC I am legit keeping my nose out of others' personal lives," Cody said, "Unless it's Mess and Graves who just deserve it."
"So what's everyone doing for Christmas?" asked Nikki.
"Stuart is coming home to Bray with me," Finn beamed, "And Coddles is invited for New Years. As is his good lady. I may even extend it to Stephen Amell. On one condition."
"And what's that Finny...hey get off my lap.." complained Cody.
"Condition is Nicole comes too...and I'm bored of standing because you made me give my seat up," Finn pouted, "And I've missed sitting on you.."
Cody side-eyed him SO hard.
Giggles all around.
"I bet you do Patch," Sami teased.
"SHUT UP..call me that again Samuel and I'll tell Hugo you bleach your back hole."
"DO what ya like," Sami shrugged, "Did you all know he cakes his face in makeup? You all think he looks SO pretty but that face isn't the one Wade wakes up to!"
"RIGHT...I warned you Samuel.." Finn climbed off Cody's lap and sprung onto the redhead, tickling him mercilessly, peals of laughter leaving the Canadians throat.
"Bloody KIDS," complained Paige, "He's 34 and the other's 31...wouldn't think it would you...pack it in the pair of you!"
Cody was just grinning. Yaaay. He was happy the 3 Amigos were back to normal. He didn't like it when Finn was anti-Sami. And although he still wasn't 100% approving of slutty!Sami, he was getting used to it. And at least Sami played safe now.
"Nicole?! Cody? Help!" Paige was reaching over to try and restrain the Tickle Monster.
"I'm recovering," Nikki said.
"And I'm busy, Stephen's text me," Cody smirked.
"THanks a lot..right you...stop it or I'm telling on you to Hunter," Paige barked, wrestling Finn from Sami.
"Took your time Saraya," pouted Sami, "Thinking about Summer's tongue game again were you?"
Paige refused to bite.
"OOOOF.." Cody groaned as Finn sat back on his lap, burying his head in his chest.
"Sami's mean, protect me Coddles."
"Nope, that's Wade's job..hehehe."
"Your hugs are like nobody else..." Nuzzle.
"Finny, it's cool, at least now I know why it takes you forever in the bathroom...not judging."
"So do you actually wear makeup?" Nikki asked, "Or was he just winding us up?"
"A wee bit, Sami's just being a BITCH," Finn pouted, "What? If they want to make me the biggest star on the main roster, gotta look the part, right? And it's not just for women!"
"Nope, I'd be lost without my concealer, moisturiser, and gloss," Cody said, "Dashing is still relevant. We're modern men. Deal with it."
"Yes but a bit of foundation and mascara is one thing, Patch," Sami piped up, unable to resist, "Caking it in layers of meticulous contouring and the full works is another."
"I WILL have you Sebei you insufferable SLAPPER.." scowled Finn.
"You had that chance Patch, remember," clapped back Sami.
"I wasn't the one who lost my bottle," Finn retorted, Z-snapping.
"Boys..." Cody sighed, "We've only just repaired the amigos! Can it."
"She started it," pouted Finn.
"No, she did!" Sami folded his arms.
"ENOUGH!" boomed Cody, "I'm finishing it! Sami, go and sit in the corner until you can behave. Paige, if you please."
The raven-haired diva was trying SO hard not to laugh as she actually prised Sami off his seat and marched him to an empty table, parking him in the chair.
"You can't do this to me Saraya," he complained, "I'm 8 years your senior."
"And you act like someone 8 years my junior," she said, totally straight-faced, "Oh whoops, Summer's taken your seat. Maybe when you can be good you can come back to our table."
"Fuck you," Sami spat, getting his phone out and browsing Growlr.
Unable to stop the giggles, Paige had to sprint back over so he wouldn't see her laughing. And then she went pink as she spied Summer.
"Hey girl, looks like I missed the fun again," the blonde smiled, pecking her beloved girlfriend.
"Yes, Samuel's on the naughty step," Paige said.
"And I get to STAY, yay," Finn grinned, arm around Cody.
"Only because I don't want Wade to break my legs," Cody said, "Otherwise you would be on another table on your own Finny."
"Meanie. Sowwy." He sucked his thumb and tried puppy dog eyes.
"Finny, you forget I originated that..not gonna work."
"Anyhoo...what's your answer? I just invited you to my home for New Years...and your wife...and even your boyfriend..and your wife's girlfriend...Nicole? Fancy coming to bonny Ireland to see in 2016?"
"Well...that's really sweet of you," Nikki blustered, "But I don't know what Brizee's got planned..."
"She'll probably be with Dee Bee and Josie," Cody said, "Come on Nikki, Finny's family are awesome...his mom's food SLAYS."
"Oh...alright then, just be weird being away from Brianna...it's a twin thing," Nikki said, "But it'd be nice.."
"And let Finny repay you for slaying his life by taking him to see his idol," giggled Cody.
"Yeah that's true, OK, sold," smiled Nikki, "So why does Sami call you Patch now?"
"Because it's the pseudonym I used on Grindr in my brief tenures of singledom," Finn said, "Playing up the happy-go-lucky-Irish boy. He can't stop doing it once I told him."
Buzz.
WhatsApp from Sami to the 3 Amigos group chat.
Look what Hugo just sent *heart eyes*
It was a photo of Hugo on his bed, in some AussieBum briefs..giving the camera his best model pout and grabbing the impressive bulge.
"Oh my, I just did a little sex wee...don't tell Stuart," Finn gushed.
"Lemme see," Cody said, "Ohhh if I had pearls on right now I'd clutch them! Paige even you must appreciate this fine lump of man?"
"Too ripped, looks fake," Paige said.
"Mmmm yaaaaaas," Nikki said, taking a look.
Summer also took a peek.
"Meh, he's OK...don't like over-done bodybuilder types," she said.
"Wasted on you lot," Finn teased, "Looking at him again...nice face but...he looks like he'd take longer in the bathroom than me..I don't like pampered muscleheads. I like my men with a bit more...grr...bit more beard...some real rough edges. He's a bit of a muscle mary to be honest."
"Isn't his name Stuart?" giggled Summer.
"My Stuart could knock him out," Finn said proudly, "My Stuart is a former bare knuckle FIGHTER not a footballer primadonna."
"You support Spurs!" Paige scoffed.
"So? I still think too many players are massive overpaid divas," Finn shrugged, "Just because I'm fem doesn't mean I like fem boys. I like REAL men. Masculine men with a bit of ball sweat."
"Yeah OK girl," Cody patted him on the head, "Want to excuse yourself because you're leaving a damp patch on my mevlar? Did you know this tea ladies? He told me he used to walk past building sites on purpose. Like your builders and handymen don't you Finny?"
"Oh yes, we had this lad at the house to fix the guttering a couple of weeks ago...oh my, for a blue collar Yank he got my knickers wagging, I think he had about eight cups of tea just to give me a reason to keep ogling him and talking to him."
"Mess," teased Cody.
"You didn't SEE him or smell him sweets," gushed Finn, "I nipped upstairs and got a wee toy out, had a nice little session imagining him getting into a punch up with Stuart hehehehe."
Buzz.
From: Paige
I've bought him the Warwick Rowers 2016 calendar for Xmas haha *wink emojis*
Cody sniggered. Oh he bet Finn would be all over that.
Tappity tap tap.
To: Paige
I bet the pages will be stuck together by next December *laughter emojis*
Paige suppressed a giggle. She then put on a schoolmarmish frown as Sami padded back over to the table. Wordlessly, she snapped her fingers and pointed to Finn. Sami moved to his bestie.
"Sorry Fergal," he mumbled.
"You better be," pouted Finn.
"May I sit back here?" Sami said.
"You may," Cody replied, "Pull up a chair. Have you thought about what you've done?"
"Too busy getting steamy with Hugo, I think he's starting to want me," Sami sighed, "I sent him a couple of booty shots and he took his briefs off in return...my he's got a big cock."
"He'd be outta luck even if I was single," Finn said, "He's big and English yes...but too primped and preened for my taste. He's not my Stuart. I like 'em a bit rougher."
"That you do Fergal," Sami smiled, "I may have told him that in our texts."
"Was he offended?" asked Cody.
"No," Sami replied, "He said he thought you wouldn't have gone for him anyway. He says I'm not normally his type but said I had hot legs and an amazing ass. And just to stop you shading me, I've been using hair removal cream virtually once a week since I became single. Guys want hole pics after all and I was sick of being blocked for being furry back there."
"Good boy Sami," Cody said, "Don't be ashamed of your otterness though. You work the chest and leg hair."
"Oh it's just my ass I manscape," Sami replied, "The crucial area."
"Wow," Nikki said, "They really do discuss their grooming tips..girls we have to step it up."
"My impact, y'all know it's cos of Dashing," Cody said smugly.
"So Samuel, are you gonna ride that or not?" Paige cut in.
"We're meeting for drinks when I land back in Orlando tomorrow," Sami grinned.
"We expect tea spillage ASAP," Cody said.
"If it goes well, we might hook up on the regular, I told him I'm only after fun for the moment so he doesn't get the wrong idea," Sami explained, "But it could also go badly. Let's not run before we can walk. And...if you want to let it slip I have a date with Hugo when Ben's in earshot, I won't be mad."
Well I had to end this eventually. Obviously the next chapter will be in the New Year now as I complete this, it's the 2nd of January! I didn't go for all-out Christmas theming like last year but obviously the references.
NAUGHTY CODDLES :O :O But you all wanted him to get speared by the Arrow again ;) So he did. Hehe. Dillinger won't be out the picture just yet...as you can see, he's really salty about being used (and who can blame him).
And Neville...he went there. I kinda missed writing Miz in smut. I blame that gif of him shaking his booty, as well as the hot Neville picture I posted on my Tumblr today...as soon as I saw them, the lightbulb flicked on, plus ties loosely in with Cesaro's last appearance when Miz harassed him!
So John Cena came back after Christmas, so next chapter, the lads will finally know why he;s been away, and if he's done what all Centon shippers are anticipating...;)
I hope we do see a sign of Cesaro soon as poor Sheamus is floundering. I know I should have done a bit of Ambrollins seeing as Seth was also at the Slammys but I thought it was long enough. I am all about the banter at the moment, I love writing it SO much. FInny and Sami and Coddles are just...I adore them so much. I regret nothing for how OTT FInny is either :P He's so pretty, cute and a precious cinnamon roll I think he gets away with it :P