When Raw Wraps OR Total Superstars

by DashingJetBlack

When the cameras go off, a whole new set of stories and dramas unfold. Unofficial sequel to Champs' Choice and Joshing For Position. Set in the same universe as most recent 1 shots. Following the lives of main roster (and NXT) couples and what mischeif they get up to backstage. Multi pairings, mostly slash; featuring Centon, Ambrollins, Samdrian and many, many more.

48. Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Thanks for the feedback! Well, all I'm going to say is that your suggestions have been noted and taken into consideration! I watched Raw and Smackdown this week (Becky and Kevin were the ones that lured me back!) so looks like I'm slowly but surely coming back into the fold. I regret nothing though about featuring Hugo Knox (and Sabby - I've finally been catching up on Breaking Ground as well...UNF he's hot.) and the fabulous Nia Jax - her twitter gives me endless LIFE.

So here we go, first chapter in 2016...I think once we get to Chapter 50, this will end and I'll continue in a new fic as this spans 2 years, dating from February 2014.

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AT&T Arena, San Antonio, TX, 4 January 2016

The first Raw of the New Year, and John Cena was leaving his tour bus.

Naturally he was mobbed by fans as per usual, and like the good company face he was, signed and stopped for as many as he could. But namely, he just wanted to get to work. He was due for shoulder surgery soon so this would be his last Raw for a while. He'd not been back a fortnight.

It had certainly been an interesting few months off..

The hulk fiddled in the pocket of his cargo shorts for a precious item that he didn't want to lose, but didn't want to be seen publically wearing.

He hoped there was no holes in these.

At last when he'd seen off the last fan, the Face Of WWE flashed his ID and went inside.

Neville, Wade Barrett and Sheamus were gathered at a table, making sure to reserve a seat for John. Sheamus had once more gone back to Cesaro at the weekend (as was his usual on his time off) and he was pretty smug - the Swiss was now well enough to engage in physical activity!

"So how many times mate?" asked Neville.

"We didn;t fucking leave the bed all weekend man...it was brilliant," the vermilion-haired Irishman smirked, "Who needs cardio and thigh workouts when you have a hungry Swiss at home?"

"Yeah alright mate, don't rub it in," groaned Wade.

"You'll be up for nookie again soon mate," Sheamus grinned.

"Yes but you aren't getting a bollocking for being injury prone every other day!" Wade complained, "I'm only here to get some peace and quiet!"

Finn had been hard on Wade throughout his recovery. The notoriously strict Robbie Brookside had nothing on the Irishman, the Brit had found out. Finn had even locked away Wade's prize vodka stash, saying that he should concentrate on working on staying safe in the ring so he wouldn't keep getting injured. Wade hadn't told FInn he was flying out to Texas to be at Raw with his friends.

"Take your own advice man and stand up to him?" Neville suggested, "You're a big lad, he's not the frigging bogeyman."

"He's the NXT Champion, and Stuey doesn't have a title," teased Sheamus.

"Oh up yours satsuma bollocks," snapped Wade, "Yeah, cheers Nev, I will. You stood up to Zayn."

"I don't regret it either," Neville replied, "Miss the company when going home though but still got me mates in Orlando."

"Wonder how many of them have had your ex?" Wade snarked.

"Probably all of them, doesn;'t bother me," shrugged Neville, "Devitt's bark is worse than his bite."

"You don't live with him!" Wade sighed.

"Oh get a grip Stuey," groaned Sheamus, "All the lad does is play with Lego and gossip with his friends all the time doesn't he?"

"Most of the time yeah...we do spend time together," Wade replied, "But ugh...cos I said let's give the sex stuff a rest while I recuperate...he doesn't like that. He not heard of having a wank?!"

"Tell him to build a new pirate ship!" Neville teased, "You're not scared of a little leprechaun are you?"

Regular hookups with Miz were rubbing off on the high-flying Geordie.

"Oi! Just remember where I'm from jug ears!" snapped an affronted Sheamus.

"Yeah Neville, you ain't with your bit of skirt now!" Wade added.

Neville blushed as he realised what he'd said. Foot in mouth again. He was just always going to be prone to doing that, he conceded.

"Sorry," he mumbled, checking his phone.

"You better be," growled Sheamus, "Oh here he is!"

John Cena swaggered over, hulking into his seat and naturally looking like he was taking over the entire table as usual, his enormous arms resting on it.

"Ok Cena, enough already," Wade said, "Just tell us what you got up to in your little holiday, skiver!"

"Yeah man, if you're pissing back off for surgery then you ain't getting away with not telling us this time," Sheamus said.

The two Brits and Irishman shuffled closer to the big hulk.

John removed his cap.

He fumbled in his shorts pocket and pulledf out the aforementioned important item and placed it where it should be.

"Is that...?" Sheamus hissed.

"That's a bloody wedding ring innit?" Wade asked.

"Looks like it to me," put in Neville.

"You would be correct, yes," grinned John, flashing the dimples.

A silence fell.

And then manly cheers from all three Europeans as they catcalled and clapped, all high fiving John in turn before getting to their feet, linking arms like drunken louts at a pub and stomping around the table.

"Here we go, here we go, here we go!" they sang in unison, "Here we go, here we go, here we go!"

Well with two of them being made up of Northern English men, this was the only way to commemorate such a momentous event. John Cena and Randy Orton had FINALLY tied the knot after almost fifteen years together.

And naturally people were now looking.

"You lot been drinking?" snorted a somewhat red-faced John.

"No mate, just about bloody time," Wade grinned.

"So when the hell did you get hitched?" asked Neville.

"December the 22nd," John announced, "The powers that be paid a million to keep it secret. Security and everything."

"But why weren't WE invited?!" Sheamus complained, "We're your mates!"

"We wanted only our families there, keep it private," John said, "As soon as Randall's back on the road, we'll organise a big party, hire somewhere in the Napa Valley and we can all get wasted like the old days."

"Holding you to that Cena," Wade said.

"Am I still buying the big ginger's drinks?" John asked.

"No, Fandango has been nowhere near me arse recently," Sheamus said.

"What IS going on with you and him now?" asked John, "We still in a menage-a-trois or not?"

"Not, well, with Claude being off, I'm just avoiding Curt and if he is here, hang out with the lads and pretend I'm busy or tired," Sheamus said, "ANyway enough about me...how was the ol' ceremony. Can just see Orton in a white dress."

Snorts all round.

"Tailored suits all round actually," John smirked, "No expenses spared. His mom cried. Cowboy gave him away. My brother was best man."

"And how was the wedding night?" Wade teased, "I'm not getting any at the moment so you may as well rub my snout in it an'all."

"Rehab?" asked John.

"Yup."

"Wedding night was just like the first night waaaay back in '01," John sighed, reminiscing happily, "Oh he's still got it all right."

"So what's your legal name now?" asked Neville.

"John Felix Anthony Cena."

"Stop taking the piss."

"He took my name. He insisted. Randal Keith Cena. It's official now not just a deed poll change. Joint account and everything. We were going to double-barrel but decided it sounded too much like bad fanfiction."

Snorts all round once more.

"So what's this about you and Miz, Neville?" John rounded on him, "As you were so cagey last week."

"I got sick of being nagged about every single thing I do wrong," Neville said, "Rami hated it. SO he chucked me. Miz wanted someone new to knock about with."

"Told him he ain't bringing that slag out drinking with us though," added Wade.

"Too right," SHeamus added.

"Lads lads," Neville sighed, "He's not me boyfriend or anything, just...well...just a fuckbuddy. He's not after a relationship anyway."

---

Paige, Summer Rae, Becky Lynch and Cody were at the usual Plastics table. Becky was not happy - she and Sasha had been kept awake by Neville and Miz having sex all night very loudly in the hotel room next door. And tonight she had a big match with Charlotte.

"I don't give a damn who anyone fucks round here," she was saying, "Just have some bloody respect for people who are trying to sleep, especially before Raw."

"Mess," Cody spat.

"Not like you've not woken people up before mister," Summer teased.

"I have consideration," Cody said, "Mess doesn't give a damn who he pisses off as long as he gets some dick."

"How was New Years in Bray? Can't BELIEVE you got to go there and not me!" Becky complained.

"Amazing thanks," Cody teased, "We did Skype you!"

"I know but its not the same," Becky sighed.

"I love going back there and I never thought I'd say that," Cody replied, "Quite a party with me, Brandi, Wade AND Nicole all hanging out with Finny and his awesome family. Plus some of his old wrestling friends from the British indies."

"So who did you kiss at midnight?" teased Paige.

Cody looked at the floor.

"Cody..." she scolded.

"Finny.."

"You WHAT?!" shrieked Becky.

"He kissed Wade obviously, then, saw I had nobody cos, well, Nicole was..hehe..busy with my wife...*giggle*...well...we had a moment...(all the girls glared at him) It was just a peck, keep your panties on ladies.."

"What a shame Sasha didn't see that," Becky giggled.

"And what would Stephen say?" Paige went on.

"It was just a friendly peck on the cheek between besties Paige. I saw Stephen yesterday. It's a miracle I can walk hehehehehehe. Man it's been so long since I've had a good, LONG, dicking. Guess who came THREE times in one session?"

He raised his hand.

"Fergal's not here," Becky said, "We don't need to know."

"Yes, what was it Little Cody called us once? Oh yes, a snatch patch," teased Paige, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah OK Paige, sorry.." mumbled Cody.

"No Fergal to save you," Becky chimed in.

Oh really? A black-clad whirlwind leapt into the circle, straight onto Cody's lap, winding him, and placing his legs on the table.

"Afternoon," trilled Finn Balor, "Miss me?"

"We were just talking about you Fergal," Becky grinned, "What's this about you kissing other men at midnight?"

"It was 12:01 actually Bex," Finn said, "Suppose he's been telling you it was a full blown snog, eh?"

"I haven't actually," mumbled Cody, "Don't flatter yoself. Cheers for winding me again by the way Finny."

"Just catch your breath sweets," Finn grinned, putting his arm around his beloved best friend.

"Bad joke," Paige said.

"Terrible," Summer added.

"Oh you all laughed, admit it," Finn said, "Well, I have arrived. What's the tea?"

"Becky was kept up all night," Summer said, "By Neville and Miz."

"Ugh, Neville's still porking Jabba The Hutt. Nothing changes, but then, the ugly are also desperate," Finn sniffed, before turning to Cody, "So girl. How was your weekend?"

"Do you two want to be alone?" teased Summer.

"And thanks for the sympathy Fergal," snarked Becky.

"Not with Sasha about," complained Cody, "Weekend was on fleek thanks for asking Finny. I'm sitting on a cushion...hehehe."

"I bet you are," Finn giggled.

"Seeing him again tomorrow, he's flying out to Laredo," Cody smiled happily, "Oh it's bliss. Everything's perfect. So. Any tea on Sami and Hugo?"

"YAAAS," Finn camped, "So they went out for drinks before Christmas,"

"Oh tell him mum says thanks for the spruce beer," Paige cut in.

"Yeah yeah," Finn said, "Anyhoo, they went out...and well...Sami played hard to get again. He said they had really good conversation, Hugo mostly wanted to talk shop, advice and stuff. But they did get a bit flirty."

"Well they've already exchanged nudes," Cody shrugged, "Sami just needs to get that dick to stop Hugo thirsting for you girl."

"Apparently they talked about me for 20 minutes," Finn mumbled.

"And the self-proclaimed Boss has a problem with that?" Paige couldn't resist.

"I am happily taken and committed," Finn pouted, "Some of us CAN keep our legs crossed around other men, Saraya."

"Well you are just that fabulous, Finny," giggled Cody.

"Yes, well, you can't teach that," Finn said, "I'm restless girls. Let's go play in the ring. So jumpy from my flight."

"Wanna?" Paige turned to Summer.

"Well," the blonde said, "It'll probably be the only chance I get to actually wrestle this week. Let's go."

"I'll work you," Becky said, "Need to get warmed up for Charlotte."

"I hope Mess and Rat Skank don't get her alone again," Cody said, linking arms with his bestie as they left, thankfully Finn didn't spot Wade!

---

But Wade had spotted Finn.

"Ohh SHIT..." he hissed, "WHY?! Why couldn't he just stay in bloody Orlando?!"

"You that scared of your own fiancé man?" teased John.

"But I didn't TELL him I was coming here!" spluttered Wade, "He's gonna bollock me so bad if he sees me."

"Looks like you need to grow a set of satsumas yourself," Sheamus chimed in.

"Up YOURS," growled Wade, giving him the two-fingered salute, before turning to John, "Hide me Cena."

"Oh no mate," Neville put in, "You made your bed, lie in it. Just hope he doesn't see you."

"Relax lads," Sheamus said, "They've gone."

"Oh thank fuck...great, now I'm going to have to get through tonight playing hide and seek!" Wade moaned.

"Or you could just man up?" Sheamus suggested helpfully.

"What the big ginger said," John chimed in.

"Fine," huffed Wade, getting to his feet, "Given the choice between you lot taking the piss out of me or having my balls on a skewer for not telling Fergal I was coming out here to Texas I'd rather sit here and let you do your worst..."

"But you value your balls too much," John said, "I sympathise, man."

Sheamus decided to step it. He got to his feet before grabbing Wade by the Brit's not-inconsiderably-sized arm and heaved him up.

"Gerroff.." snapped Wade.

"C'mon," Sheamus said, "Take your punishment like a man."

"I hate you Farrelly. I really do."

---

The Plastics were making their way out to the ring.

"Oooh, the sound desk's set up," Finn grinned, "Hey! Girls! Let's do each others' entrances!"

"No thanks Finny," Cody said, "Happy with my own. KthanxBAI."

"Thought you wanted to do some training?" Becky smirked, "Summer. Get your arse away from Paige and into that ring."

"Yes please do, we are sensitive homosexuals," chimed in Finn.

Summer flipped him off.

Finn was plugging his phone into the sound desk - he had a plan to make it more fun. Scroll, browse...ahh...artists...CFO$...

The shrill riff of Paige's theme sounded.

Summer giggled. Well, Paige DID dress up as her in 2014 for a Divas Battle Royal...and she'd always wanted to get her back!

And she copied Paige's entrance perfectly, step by step...she undied her hair from the neat post-workout ponytail and shook it loose (Paige's eyes became hearts at this point) before throwing back her head and screaming rather more gutturally than in past times she'd mocked her girlfriend's signature battle cry.

"Whoa..." even Paige was shocked.

"She's probably frustrated at not getting used," Cody remarked, perching on the edge of the stage next to the raven-haired diva.

The remaining squad all clapped Summer who jovially took a bow.

"Play my music Fergal," ordered Becky.

"You're no fun Bex, I think you should try this one.." grinned Finn, browsing his playlist before finding the perfect song to troll her with.

"BRIE MODE!..."

"Fergal I hate you.." pouted Becky but, hey, any excuse to perform and amuse folk, she gamely pointed skywards as Brie's insanely-catchy theme started playing before sprinting to the ring, her flaming locks flowing behind her. Brie's entrance wasn't hard to do.

"We need a ref!" she yelled.

"Me!" Paige was up in a trice.

"I don't think so, too biased, one's your girlfriend, the other's your ex hookup," teased Cody before getting up and striding to the ring.

"You're on the way to getting a good slap," Becky remarked to Cody as he slid into the squared circle.

"Ring the bell!" Cody said.

"Ding ding!" catcalled Paige.

Becky and Summer worked a quick but hard fought match, more reminsicent of one of the blonde's NXT bouts pre-call up than anything she'd done on the main roster. Eventually Becky got her in the DisArmHer to get the victory.

Applause from everyone as the girls exited, all puimped for later. Well, Becky was. Summer wasn't doing anything tonight.

"Right boys," Becky said, "In you get."

"No..." Cody said, "I'm not wrestling HIM."

"Oh yes you are. Scared you may lose?" teased Finn.

"Bitch PLEASE, any idiot can do a STOMP," Cody mocked, Z-snapping.

"Money, MOUTH," Finn clapped back.

"You're on girl."

"First let me prepare," Finn said, unbuttoning his jeans.

"Fergal PLEASE..." groaned Becky, "You're not on BG East now!"

"Finny..." sighed Cody as the NXT Champion removed his jeans to reveal his trunks and kickpads. He'd come in ring gear (as always!) under his smart black shirt and jeans. He unbuttoned said shirt to reveal a Bullet Club, not Balor Club tee.

"I'm getting Sasha," Becky smirked, "She will kill me for making her miss this."

"Oh I've WhatsApped all the girls," Paige smirked, "Might even get Samuel on Periscope."

"Summer, be a darling and look after my phone whilst I go get stuff from the locker room," Finn shot her his most charming smile, "Soon as I cough, play music, yeah?"

"Sure.." giggled the blonde. Paige rolling her eyes.

Finn sashayed out happily.

About six minutes later, a faintly audible cough was heard from behind the curtain. Summer unlocked the phone (1008 - Wade's birthday. Summer wasn't stupid!) and opened Apple Music. Oh REALLY? She laughed to herself as she hit play.

"Call to me! Call to me!"

Right on cue, Finn appeared through the curtain, leather jacket and title around his waist, but also his demon headdress on, sans body paint, which made it look more like a fright wig.

As Summer's poppy, catchy theme played, he mimicked her entrance to the letter, even moving his hips as camp as you like. He climbed the turnbuckle and bowed his head, flipping the headdress - the sole reason he'd worn it was so he had 'hair' to flip!

Cody, who'd been back by the stage at this point, had filmed the whole thing and intended to put it on social media at the first opportunity! YAAAS FINN. Slay and snatch.

"I got the perfect one for you," giggled Summer.

A sassy beat sounded.

"I had a dream that I never made it.."

Oh of COURSE. Well, why not?

And right on cue as Cody swaggered down the ramp, attempting to be Sasha, the girl herself appeared behind him and perched next to Becky.

"I have never been more excited for a male match," she grinned.

"That's a lie," Paige snarked.

"Is it a briefs or boxers match? Winner strips the other?" Sasha teased.

"Oh my GOD.." Becky facepalmed.

As Cody stepped into the ring, Finn lobbed his headdress at him.

"Bitch.." Cody pouted, "Er...we need a ref?"

Sasha couldn't sprint in fast enough! She was gonna get a front row seat for any 'accidental' gropage!

Cody side-eyed her.

"Trust you," he huffed.

"Just practicing my special guest referee skills," she said innocently, "Ring the bell!"

They locked up. OK Finn was taking it seriously. Cody was truly worked through his paces, and actually it was a lot of fun. Reminding him why he loved the sport and industry. Finn was a fifteen year veteran after all, and his playful cuteness often belied that. Yes, there was touching. Yes both men may have sprung a semi. The chemistry between them was electric - not as much as when he got in the ring with his beloved Stephen Amell in August but Cody definitely felt something.

And then he was taken aback from his thoughts as Finn hit him with Summer's Solstice spinning kick, the ravenette falling flat on his ass.

Back and forth they went, near fall after near fall, both imagining they were on TV. Eventually Cody was behind Finn. Well, as Sasha was refereeing...he pulled Finn into a backstabber and locked in the Bank Statement. The smaller Irishman was so surprised, and all too aware of Cody's size and strength advantage, that he tapped in seconds.

"Yes, yes, yes," Cody celebrated like he'd won the title at Mania, "I believe that makes ME the Boss, soz Finny."

"I let you win," pouted Finn.

"Hmm, I think Bayley and I did better," teased Sasha.

"He should have been DQ'd for not wearing his ring gear," Finn said, "Too busy hoping we'd snog weren';t you Sash?"

"And? Two cute boys wrestling?" Sasha was sorry, not sorry.

"You wish," Cody sassed, "So GIRL," he picked Finn up and spun him around.

"What?" Finn sucked his thumb cutely.

"You actually brought your demon headgear purely to do Summer's entrance?"

"So what? It's fun."

"You've practiced it at the PC haven't you?" Cody went on accusingly, "Cos you were way too good."

"Well," Finn grinned, "It helps having friends in high places. I get to do what I want. If I want to spend my days doing other people's entrances...well I get permission hehehe."

"You mean you flashed your thigh to Robbie Brookside?" Cody teased.

"No I just train in booty shorts." Giggle.

"You're the NXT Champion.." Cody sighed.

"AND THAT'S MY FIANCE!" screamed Finn suddenly, sprinting to the ropes.

Most unfortunately, Wade had heard the girls cheering the boys on as he'd headed to gorilla and headed out to see what was going on. And Finn had spotted him. Oh CRAP. A massive telling off was coming.

"Finny?" Cody was confused.

"He TOLD ME he was staying home to rehab...he...Imma KILL HIM!"

The angry little spitfire vaulted out the ring and stomped up the ramp.

"Hi.." Wade mumbled as he came face to face with a pissed-off fiancé.

"GET OUT THERE. NOW!"

"Yes love."

THe big Brit skulked out like a scolded schoolboy as Finn stomped after him.

---

"Uh-oh.." Cody snickered, perching back on the edge of the stage next to Paige.

"Poor Wade," Paige giggled, "Six foot plus bareknuckle fighter and still gets told off..enjoy perving did you Sasha?"

"They almost made out several times," the Boss teased, leaning into Becky, "I can feel the chemistry."

"You're the only one," Cody assured her, "If it was Stephen and me, well, let's just say BG East would pay big bucks hehehehe."

"He was WAY too good at my entrance," Summer remarked, "I feel like I'm out of a job...and he even did my signature kick."

"He practiced it," COdy grinned, "Talk about trading on looks...the SLUT."

"Oh he's probably had Brookside," Paige said casually.

"Oh he has," Becky put in.

"WHAT?! BECKY GIMME THE TEA," squealed Cody, "He missed THAT little titbit! I was only joking about him flashing his thighs...thought he told me everything!"

"I knew it...I thought they seemed overly friendly back in my NXT days," Sasha said, "And Becky told me."

"That's my bestie and he hid things," pouted Cody.

"Can you blame him?" Paige said, "Imagine if the wrong person found out..."

"Corey," corrected Summer, "He'd do anything to get rid of any of us."

"Well Rat Skank probably sucks off the entire coaching team at the Performance Center," Cody scowled, "So he can just pipe down and take several seats on higher-up dicks."

"You have such a way with words," remarked Becky.

"I can't pun like you," Cody replied, "Once he's finished putting Wade on blast for whatever reason, Imma get the tea from him on Brookside."

"It was years ago but I'll let you interrogate him," Becky said.

---

Wade Barrett was searching the corridor, a furious Finn close behind. If he was going to get a massive telling-off, he was going to get it in some privacy, so he opened a side room door and headed in.

SLAM.

Wade jumped as the door crashed shut.

Finn wasn't in the mood for games. Why did Wade lie to him? Who was he cheating on him with?! Why did Wade come to Raw? ALONE? Without him? Without TELLING him? His mind was racing.

"Explain," he snarled, folding his arms.

"Work here.." Wade avoided the angry green eyes.

"Don't play smart with me Stuart. Why the FUCK did you lie to me?!"

"It was a last minute thing..." even Wade didn't believe himself. Just come clean. Best bet in the long run.

"No. Who you shagging?! You and Sheamus?! I bet it is!"

"Fergal for fucks sake stop being so paranoid!"

"Can you BLAME me?! You get on a fucking plane behind my back and don't even have the bloody decency to text me letting me know where you are!"

"I didn't know you were gonna be at Raw did I?"

"Well how about you ASK?! Is it THAT hard?"

"Well no but I'm a grown man...I don't have to tell you everything?"

Big mistake. HUGE.

SLAP.

Wade was holding his face.

"Bastard." Finn's eyes filled with tears.

"Well I don't..." Wade trailed off. Just be honest.

"Why? Am I that unimportant? I'm only supposed to the man you're MARRYING!"

"No Fergal...it's just...I wanted to get away from you for a bit. I needed some space."

Finn blanched. What?

"Wh..why,..."

"Because you keep nagging me because I won't have sex with you while I get fixed up! I appreciate you want me to stay fit and healthy but I'm a big lad...I can take care of myself and I know what I'm doing!"

"Pardon me for wanting to be a good husband and look after you," sniffled Finn.

"I appreciate that..."

"Yeah...thanks love," Finn put on an exaggerated imitation of Wade's gruff Lancashire accent, "Appreciate it love, three bags full love...you think it's all I want in exchange?"

"It's not about that.."

"Damn right it isn't Stuart! You really can be the most thoughtless OAF sometimes!"

"I'm sorry, Ok? It's just...not used to being, well, fussed over."

"I love you Stuart. It's what I want to do."

"Then give me some breathing space."

"Well don't lie to me...I wouldn't be so pissed at you if you just told me you wanted to go to Raw to see fucking Sheamus."

"Fine. I'll tell you next time. I promise."

Wade pulled the angry little Irishman into a chaste kiss, trying to placate the raging Balor demon within.

Finn whimpered and kissed him back.

"This time I'll forgive you," he murmured, "Next time though Stuart, I won't be so nice."

"Understood. Get your pants off."

"Huh?"

"Well you're not wrestling tonight are you? Just mincing about in your trunks to show off?"

"No...maybe..." Innocent sucking of thumb.

"Then get them off," Wade growled, smirking. Sod the recovery, his balls were blue...and they'd just had a tiff. Make up sex was the fucking best. He'd put in the sex ban, and now he was gonna lift it.

Finn peeled off his trunks. His cock was hardening.

Wade gently began to kiss him, just touching inside his ripped thighs.

"Stuart.." Finn moaned between kisses, "Thought you wanted us to stop a bit..."

"Maybe I want to fuck your arse," Wade growled.

"Please do...I miss it already..."

Wade helped him remove the Bullet Club tee and tossed it to the floor. Finn deftly removed his kickpads and boots so he was naked from head to foot. Instantly the little Gaelic vixen began to unzip Wade's jeans and pull them open.

Mmmm.

As soon as Wade's Calvins were pulled down his long legs, the Irish harlot gratefully took the large cock into his hungry mouth.

"Ohhhh FUCK..." groaned Wade, scrabbing behind him for something to support his weight as the pleasure sizzled up his skin.

Finn was deepthroating him...sucking him off like it was the last thing he'd do. He was pissed at Wade still, but DAMN did he need some dick already! Partly why he'd been so hard on Wade - fuelled by rampant frustration! With Sami gloating about having Hugo Knox eating out the palm of his hand in between Grindr and Scruff lays, and trying to find a suitable partner for Enzo Amore, along with Cody bragging about Stephen Amell making him cum three times in one intense three-hour sex session earlier.. Finn just wanted to get LAID damnit!

He released Wade from his mouth and looked up at the Brit.

Wade grunted...Finn was just such a sex kitten. That pretty face etched in wanton need.

"Please.." Finn whimpered.

Wade peeled his tee off. A tight blue one that Finn loved on him. The Brit then kicked off his jeans, socks and loafers so he too, all six foot plus of ripped masculine beef, was as naked as his cute, horny fiancé. He hugged Finn close, grinding their bodies together, and kissing away Finn's whines and mewls gruffly, grabbing that bubble butt. Mmm that arse still turned him on so much. Finn was the perfect bottom.

Finn broke away and got down on all fours atop the Bullet Club tee. Arse up, back arched like a true twink.

"Bugger...no lube.." Wade sighed.

"Just spit...please darlin..."

"I don't want to keep hurting you.."

"I don't care darlin...I want you in me NOW.."

Wade spat on his hand and slicked up.

Ah.

But first. Haha.

He fumbled in his discarded jeans for his phone and took a photo of Finn frim behind. One for the road wank bank.

He was going to take a selfie of him fucking Finn and send it to Sheamus and Cena. That'll teach them to take the piss and score ultimate lad points!

The things that go through your mind when you're horny as fuck huh..

He sucked on his two fingers and kneeled behind his desperate beau, slowly inserting them into the smooth, tight heat.

"Ohhhhh yes..."

"Feel good?" he snarled.

"Mmm-hmm...don't stop..."

Wade continued to finger and scissor. Mmm that hot arse...he was the luckiest bloke in wrestling. Finn pushed his plump arse right back to Wade's knuckles, desperate to feel more full. The itch was unbearable...he needed it scratched like NOW.

Wade slowly and torturously removed his fingers. He spat on his hand once more. He didn't want to hurt Finn. But he was bloody horny. And so was Finn.

He slicked himself as much as he dared before slowly lining up.

He pushed between those muscular, silky-smooth cheeks.

"OWWWWWW..!" Finn cried out, "Hurts...hurts..stop.."

"Can't do without lube, sorry love...I'm just gonna hurt ya."

"I want you SO BAD.." complained Finn, "Find some!"

"Where?!"

"Cody's bag. He always carries it."

"How the fuck do you...I don't even wanna ask..."

"Just go Stuart. Hurry!"

Wade pulled his Calvins on and sprinted out. How far from here was the locker room? Oh shit...wrong way...ah...there...just past this door...thankfully the sign was still up. He kicked it open. Where was Cody's bag? Ah...yes...Wade was glad he paid attention to the little things. He unzipped it and fumbled around...a red bottle of Durex Play. Perfect. He swiped it and ran as fast as he could before he was caught.

Where was that bloody side room?! God work could kill the mood sometimes!

Ah. He kicked it open.

"Did you find it?" Finn asked, now on his back, idly stroking his cock.

"Yup."

"Gimme." Finn snatched it and coated his hand whilst Wade peeled off his white boxer shorts. He then rose to his knees and copiously coated the Brit's cock, jerking it to get it back to full mast following the brief interruption.

"Patience," teased Wade.

Finn sank back on all fours, arse up and waiting expectantly to get fucked.

Wade kneeled back down behind him, applying more lube to his entrance, stroking Finn';s balls to tease him some more, enjoying the little whimpers. He wiped his hands on Finn's ripped back and lined up.

Slowly...he pushed back in.

"Ahhh...ahh...ahhhh YES...oh fuck...YES.." Finn whined as he was penetrated with a little less pain.

"Miss me?"

"Too right...more.."

"Patience.." Wade playfully swatted him on the arse, deliberately pushing in slowly..and then he snapped his hips and was buried to the hilt, those cheeks against his pelvis.

"Ohhh YEAH...fuck me darlin. Hard."

"Like it hard these days doncha.." Wade began to thrust in and out.

"Ahhh! aaaahhhh...oooh yes...yes...oh fuck...oh fuck...yeah I do...Aaaaaaah...so good...feels...ahhh...so good.."

Well Wade knew someone had really missed him! Or at least missed the sex! He began to pound Finn hard, yanking him by the top of his skin faded brown hair, pulling him into a beautiful S shape.

"AHHH! Oh my GOD...just there..." the Irishman howled, "Please don't stop...AAAAH.."

His prostate was being smashed just right...damn he could get this forever..nobody could fuck him like Wade could (except maybe, Cody...and it was actually turning Finn on even more knowing they were using his hot best friend's lube).

Wade slapped that arse hard.

"More! Harder!"

And again.

But the Brit was getting too close to last...fuck it had been tough not having sex over Christmas and New Year but DAMN it felt good to let loose on his beautiful fiancé again. Finn was just the best fuck ever. He pulled Finn close and instinctively the younger man turned for hungry kisses which Wade gave him.

"Feels so good to have you inside me again darlin.."

"Feels fuckin' good to be inside ya again. Horny little boy."

"Yes...ahh...I am...don't stop..."

"Can't..oh fuck...can't fuckin stop mate...gonna fuckin cum soon..."

"Mmmm...mnmm...me too...keep going...wanna cum.."

"Sorry love...gonna fuckin shoot inside ya...fuck...OH FUCK..." Wade growled and gasped, driving deep inside the hot arse as his orgasm ripped through his body...oh fuck he needed this SO bad...nothing beat spunking up a hot little arse like this...nothing...Wade was a born top. What possessed him to bottom to Sheamus?

His cock was still hard...he continued to pound FInn who was fucking right back with earnest, determined to come whilst Wade was still inside him...

"Bit more...oh fuck...oh fuck...m'gonna'cum...gonna...oh God...ahhh ahhh...ahhh..." Finn was getting so close...he was trying SO hard not to wank himself off..he always came hands free when they had sex the whole time they'd been together...c'mon...he clenched around Wade and screamed as at LAST he went over the edge, his release showering the precious Bullet Club tee beneath his sweat-sheened lean body.

GAsping, both men held one another.

Wade pulled out.

Finn buckled and fell clumsily, right onto the shirt and his own mess. He didn't care. He'd gotten the D that he'd been craving since before Christmas. Couldn't even have a Christmas shag either damnit!

Wade lay down next to him, spooning him, attempting to be comfortable on this unforgiving linoleum floor.

He gently pecked the back of Finn's head and wrapped a long, inked arm around the lithe yet shredded body, grinning when Finn's hand clasped his tightly.

"Feel better?" he whispered.

"I needed that so bad darlin.."

"SOunded like you did. Gonna chill out at home bit more now, yeah?"

"Yeah...hold me Stuart."

"Of course love."

"Why's your phone out?"

"Oh...ha...was gonna send a snap to the lads...stop 'em taking the piss."

"STUART. You are not parading me around like a sex object to your caveman friends. I know Sheamus wanted me."

HOW?!

Wade SWORE he hadn't told Finn...unless.

"You told me New Years when you were pissed," Finn went on, "I mean REALLY? I thought he respected me as a fellow Irish wrestler, not as a boy toy he can dress in a school uniform. Pfft."

"Would you be up for that sometime?"

"Maybe...but only if it's with you. I don't fancy Sheamus. Soz."

"Wasn't gonna make you do it with him anyway."

"Good cos the only man I want is you." Peck.

"And Rhodes."

"Stuart..." Finn went pink.

"I know you still like him a bit...it's ok," Wade whispered.

"Can't help it..." Finn was feeling so guilty, "I will get over that, I promise...we're men Stuart. Men are not wired to be fully monogamous, even I know that. Don't ever doubt me though.. I love you. I want to be with you when I'm eighty."

"I know, you don't have to keep justifying yourself. Chill."

"Sorry Stuart. Love you."

"Love you too."

---

WWE Performance Center, Orlando, FL

Lunch break had fallen on the day's usual hard training, and in the cafeteria, Sami Zayn was opening his lunchbox to devour the falafel he'd been craving all morning. His phone buzzed.

From: Neville

Hi. How you doing today?

Yes, Sami still had his ex's number out of professionalism, but obviously he changed it to his ring name. Sami might not miss him (he did a little but he was fast getting over it) but he wasn't going to be an unprofessional asshat at work. Not if it meant bringing the NXT brand into disrepute.

But why was Neville texting him?

And before Sami could fully engage brain...his fingers started tapping.

To: Neville

Awww is Miz not putting out today? My heart bleeds for you.

Bitch move? Maybe, but Sami wasn't interested. Not when he had another hot Englishman to climb! He and Hugo Knox had exchnaged so many steamy WhatsApp messages and photos...plus videos. Last night, he and Hugo had sent each other jerk and dildo-fuck videos until both of them had blown their loads. It was hot as fuck. Sami knew he needed to get that hot hunk in his bed SOON. How much longer could he play hard to get? He'd stopped checking messages on Grindr, Growlr and Scruff for a few days. At least if he had a friend with benefits at work (that may lead to something more serious - he was keeping his options open) it would save the leg work meeting tricks off these apps usually required. He had to smirk when he saw Tino Sabatelli and Enzo Amore appear on Grindr though. Why didn't those two just get it on?

"Well don't wait for me!" came Finn's voice as the Irish cutie sashayed into his usual seat opposite the redhead.

"Thought you wanted privacy in your daily Wade call," Sami teased.

"I was just finishing. Meanie."

"So the show tonight. You gonna debut Summer's entrance."

"Maybe. I have bigger fish to fry. Because GUESS WHO'S SIGNING?!" He legit looked excited.

"Surprise me?"

"Nakamura. Styles. Anderson. Gallows. Only the bloody entire BULLET CLUB!" squealed Finn.

"Oh awesome," smiled Sami, "And then you're gonna go snatch edges bald and take names on the basic main roster?"

"Of course," Finn grinned, "Then WWE will belong to US. Social Outcasts. Ha. Enjoy it while it lasts basics."

Sami snorted. The newly-formed Social Outcasts, including Cody's former best friend Curtis Axel, had been some of the most vocal anti-NXT-call-up protestors on the male roster.

"I love how you just have them all pressed," Sami giggled, "Only one of them who I think deserves more than he's getting is Adam Rose. Funny how they once more forgot about Sandow."

"Coddles said he and Sandow had a huge falling out cos Sandow hates me," Finn said, "So I may have toddled up to Hunter and put in a complaint about unprofessional behaviour and lack of respect for the future stars..hehehehe."

"Oh Fergal you're such a bitch," Sami chuckled, "Did you say the same about Axel?"

"May have. Axel was SO jealous that Coddles liked me more than him. Such a hater with zero personality. So I may have dobbed him in as well. Hence why they got the Hogan and Savage impersonator schtick for like a fortnight before being totally buried and taken off telly completely."

"Fergal, you can't snitch on every person who bitches about you," Sami warned.

"Oh keep your jockstrap on. Just those two. Because they tried to play Coddles and me off against each other...supposed to be his friends. So. When you gonna just do us all a favour and ride Hugo's cock?"

"Soon. Enforced celibacy is not sitting well with me," pouted Sami, before gesturing to Tye Dillinger, who was sat in the corner alone, "Poor Tye, I feel so bad for him."

"Me too," admitted Finn, "Must suck to love someone who loves another."

"I just don't get why Coddles thinks he and Amell have a future," sighed Sami, "Amell's dick game must be something else for him to leave a hottie like Dillinger."

"Apparently it is, from what he tells me - Stephen Amell is legit the best sex he's ever had," Finn sighed, "I love Cody so much and am happy if he is...but I can't see him and Arrow long term."

"Let's not poke our noses in," Sami said, "And anyhoo. Why hasn't Enzo climbed onto Sabby's dick yet?!"

"I know right?!" lamented Finn, "I dunno how many more hints I can drop! Enzo's cute, but he thinks lads won't touch him because he's so out-there-looking."

"I'd sooner fuck a guy who's his own person than a bland faceless clone," Sami said.

"Explain Hugo?" Finn teased.

"I can't help it, I'm a sucker for a regional English accent and a big uncut dick," Sami was shameless.

"Me too, it's why we get on so well," Finn camped, "Did I tell you about the incredible sex backstage at Corpus Christi?"

"No...suppose it's only fair, you were bitching about the fact you couldn't because of yet more surgery. Oh man, look at Tye just sat there on his own..."

"No, we're not interfering," Finn said firmly.

"I think he's better looking than Amell," Sami said.

"Me too, but it's not our business.."

Tye wasn't deaf and they weren't exactly talking in whispers..

"Nice to know someone thinks that," he quipped, getting to his feet and walking to their table.

"Sorry..." Sami mumbled.

"No, it's cool, beats being laughed at by some of the other guys," Tye said.

"Why don;t you fight for him?" Sami asked.

"What's the use? He'll only hate me and then that's our friendship gone as well," Tye sighed, "Guess I'll just have to try and be more like Amell."

"Lose the manbun, it's hideous," Finn said.

"FERGAL.." growled Sami.

"Well I'm sorry, but it needed to be said," the NXT Champion sassed.

"Makes me more obnoxious as a heel, why I have it," Tye said, "I'd shave it off right now if I could."

"What's more important to you?" asked FInn, "Because no matter how naturally hot you are, a man bun just makes you look like a gobshite."

"Yeah thanks for the ego boost man," Tye snarked.

"Sorry about him," Sami said, "When he's not got Barrett's dick in it he runs his mouth all the time. Have you even tried to call or message Cody since it ended?"

"No, don't want to come between him and his precious Arrow." The bitterness was so evident in the Perfect 10's voice, "Glad you guys have my back but let's face it...I was only ever keeping his ass warm till Amell came crawling back."

And with that, the Canadian superstar stormed out of the cafeteria.

"It's eating him up," Sami remarked, "And you didn't help matters, Fergal."

"He may knock Amell into next week in terms of hotness but that hair-don't HAS to go," Finn said, "I'm tempted to sneak up on him meself and chop it off."

"Sometimes you have to look a certain way, and Tye's over...ish," Sami said, "He's a snotty heel who thinks he's perfection. The hair is obnoxious and suits the gimmick."

"Inverts Coddles' dick though," Finn cattily stared at his nails.

"You're not Cody!" erupted Sami, "Stop trying to be him. I'm worried about your obsession with him. You even kissed him at New Year! With WADE there too."

"He had nobody cos Amell couldn't be arsed..."

"His wife?"

"His wife is seeing Nikki Bella, have you forgotten?"

"Oh...right.."

"And I didn't snog him. It was a PECK. Like this."

He leaned over and pecked Sami on the lips.

"Yeah OK I didn't need a visual aid," the redhead snorted, wiping his mouth, "What if Hugo came in? All my work to get him interested in me would have been for nothing."

"Piece of advice love..brush your teeth cos that falafel lingers," Finn wrinkled his nose before waving camply to the door, "Speak of the demon...HI HUGO!"

The hunky figure of Hugo Knox wandered over and sat at their table.

"Y'alrite?" he greeted, in his distinct Chester accent.

"M'fine," Sami was covering his mouth, "Sorry... took a big mouthful.."

"Yeah well...if it's more than a mouthful it's a waste," Finn camped, "OW!"

Sami kicked him under the table.

"Fergal's got a call to make HAVEN'T YOU?" he scowled.

"Nope," Finn beamed, before pouting, "THat hurt SAMUEL."

"Man up," Hugo smirked. He was in a conundrum...FInn was just perfection but Sami was hot too...not his usual type but he had a great peachy arse...all the steamy photos Sami sent him out of work but keeping it annoyingly professional AT work. They went out for drinks bfore Christmas and despite the flirting, not so much as one steamy kiss. But yet Sami kept wanting to exchange naughty Snapchats and WhatsApps. And last night was fucking hot, sending videos of each other masturbating until they'd both shot...but Sami was acting like nothing happened when they were at the PC. Hugo was so confused. Did Sami want him or was he just teasing?

"Yeah, man up, Patch," Sami added.

"How about YOU man up and just ask Hugo OUT," Finn folded his arms, "Hugo, Sami wants to ride you until his hairy legs give out but he enjoys keeping you at arms length. Just sayin."

"I will murder you in your sleep Devitt," snarled Sami, annoyed his plans had just been shot to pieces by the mischeivous Irishman.

"And then who'd brighten this place up with prettiness?" giggled Finn, "Oh will ya look at that, time for my weekly performance review with Robbie. Better dash!"

"Teacher's pet," Sami snarked, "Why's Brookside still doing your WPRs anyway? He's the BEGINNER coach. Bloom should be doing yours."

"Robbie knows me better on a professional basis. Bloom's an old friend and thenceforth will be biased." trilled Finn.

"Whatever Patch," Sami scoffed, "You only keep Brookside as your coach because you can flash some leg at him and he'll give you an A."

"I can't help it, it's the face I was born with," Finn did the hand-out-emoji again, looking unbelievably gay.

"It's the face you coat with slap," Sami clapped back, "How about next week you show up au naturel? With all your wrinkles and warts on show? You'll be given a more HONEST review."

"How about next week you replace the stick up yer arse with Hugo's cock? SEE YA!" Finn skipped gaily out to leave them alone.

"I hate him," Sami was now scarlet.

"No ya don't," Hugo said, "What's with the whole Patch thing?"

"I'm gonna wait till we're with Nia again and embarrass him in front of her," grinned Sami, "You got any gum?"

"Sure," Hugo reached into his shorts and fished out some spearmint gum, offering it to Sami who gratefully took it. Well if Finn wasn't telling fibs...the former English football plater shuffled closer, deciding to be less subtle and make Sami admit it.

Sami was getting hard. Damn Hugo was SO hot. And he wore the most heavenly cologne too.

"Can we talk?" Hugo asked, accent heavier as his voice dropped.

"About what? Looks like you're doing well in class...reckon you'll be pushed up to Smiley's," Sami remarked.

"Not about work," Hugo said, "Before Nia turns up..rare I get you alone at work."

"Cos I'm busy, gotta get up to main roster level fast," Sami replied, closing his lunch box, "In fact I should be getting back."

"Just a minute," snapped Hugo, losing his cool, "What do you want from me, Zayn?"

Sami shrugged. Oh yes. Get him all worked up! Finn hadn't totally dashed his plans then.

"WHo says I want anything?" he said innocently.

"So what was Balor banging on about then?"

"Patch likes to run his mouth," Sami said, "In case you hadn't noticed he thinks he's The Boss Of NXT."

"What ya so scared of Zayn?" Hugo shuffled so close he could smell Sami's Axe spray. Even post training he still smelled nice, "Does what we did last night mean fuck all?"

"I've done vid jerk sessions with loads of guys," Sami replied.

"Whatever. You were moaning like a right slag," Hugo clapped back.

"I was horny."

"Then what ya fucking waiting for? You see me every day but only talk shop but soon as we're not working...you wanna send stuff."

"Because acting like hormonal teenagers in the Performance Center is unbecoming," Sami folded his arms, determined to keep a straight, stoic face, "Come on Knox, you need to get back to class."

"Haven't eaten yet."

"Well grab a sandwich."

"Don't want to."

"Then go grab a protein bar."

"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me."

"You don't tell me what to do, rookie."

Sami shot him a stank face and got to his feet, ready to storm out and leave Hugo high and dry again.

But the bigger Hugo had had just about enough of being messed around with. If this red-bearded, buzz-cutted tart wasn't going to give him a straight answer, then he'll take one himself. He also stood up and pulled Sami to him, and their lips smashed together, Sami moaning and giving himself totally to the kiss.

YES!

It worked! He'd gotten Hugo SO worked up that the big Brit had snapped and made the first move!

He kissed Hugo back with more passion, grinding against him.

Hugo broke the kiss and gazed into his eyes.

"Wow," whispered Sami, "About time."

"What?" Hugo raised his eyebrows, "Was this a fucking game?"

"Yup...and you played it to perfection."

"You manipulative bastard..."

"I'm good aren't I?"

"I should knock ten tonnes of shit outta you for making me look such an arse but you kiss so fucking good I don't want to."

Sami took the lead this time and began to kiss him again, pausing between them to stroke Hugo's moisturised, handsome cheek.

"Don't want to back to training," Hugo grunted, "I'm so horny."

"FOllow me," Sami said.

He knew the little room where Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa used to sneak in to fuck when they were at NXT. And he was sure other NXT rookies had gotten down and dirty in there too between drills!

He led Hugo out the cafeteria and down the stairs...where was it...where was that room? In fact, Sami wouldn't be surprised if Triple H had it built purely for clandestine couplings - he knew what went down on the road all right. Backstage sex was as old as the business itself.

Many people at NXT had even christened it the 'ROom Of Requirement' as it was also used for coaches to talk to talent away from the Breaking Ground camera crews amongst other things.

There it was.

Red door.

Sami checked the coast was clear before he opened it. Empty. He beckoned Hugo inside and closed the door behind them before making out with the ex-footie player again. Hugo began to grope Sami's firm bubble butt through his black shorts. Mmmm. It was a very nice arse.

Sami groped Hugo's big muscular ass right back. Oh wow. Such power. He'd seen all Hugo's modelling shoots (as well as it all on camera via the steamy chats!) and it was nice to feel it for real!

Hugo sunk to his knees and pulled Sami's shorts down along with his briefs (well Sami wasn't about to explore Orlando's menu of hot available men without serious new underwear investment!) and freed the throbbing cock, surrounded by dark red fuzz. Instantly he began to suck Sami off.

"Fuck...you like giving head huh?" Sami moaned.

"Mmm-hmm."

Hugo had sucked off many players (and bedded a few) from his Burton Albion team after all - he was 30 years old and not his first time at this rodeo. He massaged Sami's now-smooth ass cheeks as he got to work.

He released Sami and shot his killer smirk up at the redhead.

"That's a nice cock man," he purred.

"Let me return the favour then," Sami moaned, as Hugo stood back up and they fiercely kissed again. Sami rummaged and yanked Hugo's football shorts down his thick, ripped legs.

They ground their cocks together for a few minutes before Sami sank to his knees.

"This is how the veterans really train the rookies," he smirked before taking every inch of this substantial cock into his hungry mouth. Mmmmm YES...what a STUD. So much man candy in NXT...but Sami wasn't Corey. Ideally, Sami would have liked to have been DP'd by Hugo and Tino AKA Sabby, but he knew Enzo also wanted Tino and he wasn't a total classless whore.

"Fuck mate...you suck so good...oh yeah man.." grunted Hugo, gently but firmly massaging the pale red buzzcut. He began to fuck Sami's face.

The redhead immediately released Hugo from his mouth...slowly and tantalisingly before looking up with a cute, naughty smile.

"Do you want to fuck me?" he purred.

"Yeah man.." moaned Hugo, before raising his eyebrows and looking around the empty room, "Here? Now?"

"Up you," Sami was now jerking him off idly, "Or you can come to my place after we finish up here?"

"Show tonight, no time," Hugo moaned, reaching to jerk Sami off, "But...so horny man.."

"Me too...we can fit it in," Sami whispered, "Or I could finish you off right now...release some..pre-show tension?"

"Just wank me off mate...please...I'll wank you off in return?"

"Good enough...try before you buy hey?"

The two horny 30-something men continued to toss one another off...Hugo...being rampantly frustrated and not having had any sex for months was already cussing and moaning, humping the air as Sami's deft wrist sped up...

"Oh fuck man...gonnna cum...oh fuck...fuck...ohhhhhh.."

"Come for me...Stuart."

"Ohhh...FUCK..." Hugo let out a strangled cry and exploded all over Sami's hand and the floor in front of him copiously...oh this felt SO good having someone else get him off after all this time...he'd had the odd Grindr hookup but mainly he'd been lusting after Finn...and lately Sami..till now.

"Fuck yes..." Sami breathed, "Sign of a very frustrated man."

He licked the remnants off his wrist as Hugo leaned sated against the table, eyes heavy, his colourful SnapBack still perfectly placed on his head.

"Man you're good and that was just a handjob," he breathed, "Stand next to me..."

Sami did so and Hugo resumed jerking him off furiously.

"Ohhh yeah...good man," moaned the Canadian, "S'OK...my sex drive is like SO high...won't take long...mmmm...mmm...good man..."

"I'd finger yer arse but I'm knackered.."

"Just this is fi-ine...ahh...ahhh fuck...ahhhh..."

"CLose?"

"Uh-huh...keep goin'."

Hugo continued feverishly trying to get Sami off...the redhead thrusting the air...ohh shit...he was close..so close...

"AHHHHH!" Sami threw his head back as he too went off the edge, spraying his release on the floor...not often he just got a handjob, usually going straight to anal in his hookups...and when he was with Neville.

Now both sated, the two men leaned aginst the table. Hugo pulled Sami around for another round of kisses.

"Feel much better now," he admitted.

"Me too," Sami replied, "Would have liked it better...I should have asked you..rather than assuming...you are a top aren't you?"

"Versatile mate, best way," smiled Hugo, "You never gave me a chance to tell you before you got your dildo out!"

Oooh the big man liked to bottom occasionally? Interesting. Sami was looking to get better at topping (but he fucking loved bottoming so that would be very few and far between!) after all...

"I just assumed, being a big fella," Sami smirked.

"Work on the arse for a reason," Hugo grinned, "But damn watching you fuck yourself with that dildo...such a turnon...really would like a piece of this.."

He playfully grabbed Sami's ass cheek.

"Maybe after the show." Sami licked his lips naughtily. He was going to show Hugo just what a minx he could be. He might concede their first time to the bedroom...but Hugo will have to get used to doing him any time, any place, anywhere he desired it! Or maybe Hugo was as naughty as he was?

"Don't make promises you can't keep man."

"Oh trust me Tomlinson, if I say we're gonna fuck..we are. We better get back before Patch runs his mouth."

They reluctantly pulled their shorts and underwear back up and shuffled out.

---

"WELL WELL!" trilled a loud Bray accent, "If it isn't two horny wee bastards!"

Red-faced, Sami and Hugo were faced with half the squad - Finn, Tino Sabatelli, Nia Jax and Bayley.

"So I heard rumours," Nia was grinning, "And you boys making the eyes at each other when we hang out...about time."

"Suppose Patch has told you all has he?" Sami pouted, "Would you like me to spill some tea on HIM?!"

"Nice try Samuel," clapped back Finn, "You two weren't in there long, frustration just that bad was it?"

Giggles and chuckles from the others.

"Hahahaha.." Sami gave a sarcastic laugh, "Wanna know what this one does when he goes to Raw? Not to 'soak up the road life and the main roster shows' but to soak up Barrett's load in every backstage room possible?"

"Well we didn't think he was going to Raw to knit," giggled Nia, ruffling Finn's hair.

"He looks old enough to," clapped back Sami, "Give him some of your makeup remover Nia, and you'll see he's actually ET with an Irish accent."

"You guys should go out," chimed in Bayley, "You argue like a married couple."

"EW!" Sami and Finn squealed in unison.

"Please," Finn Z-snapped, "I like a real man in my bed. Not a glorified belly dancer."

"Haven't you got your WPR anyway PATCH?" Sami rounded on Finn, his hands on his hips now, "Better get your booty shorts on so Brookside will give you a gold star?"

"Boys...boys.. don't make me put you both over my knee now," Nia smirked.

"She started it!" Sami pouted.

"No, she did, dragging me for being prettier!" Finn argued.

Tino and Hugo just looked un-nerved now.

"Last warning," Nia put on a pretend stern face. All these cute boys to play with, she was such a lucky girl, "Over here Zayn."

"You can't tell me what to do rookie!" Sami pouted.

"Oh really," Nia put him in an armlock (playful but strong), and turned him to the wall. She slapped him on the ass hard!

Finn was doubled over. Oh he should so persuade Cody to come to the PC sometime! If not to keep Sami in line - he was getting SO cocky now he was wrestling again.

"That hurt," Sami complained, "Patch's fault as per usual."

"I just wanted an excuse to touch that booty," Nia shrugged, "A girl can look."

"But she can't touch and you touched," Sami complained, "I'm going cos Bloom's waiting."

He flounced off in a huff.

Hugo exhaled. What the hell had he just lethimself in for?

The depleted squad all rounded on him.

"So what went on in there?" Nia asked, but she was grinning from ear to ear.

"None of your beeswax," Hugo mumbled.

"WHatever man," Tino found his voice at last, "You and him hooked up didn't you?"

"Yup they did," Finn said.

"So are you going out?" asked Bayley.

"I dunno," shrugged Hugo, "Just gonna see what happens."

"Then in that case I'm taking you shopping before the show," Nia announced, "Find you a hot new shirt. And not taking no for an answer."

"I can shop for myself thanks girl," Hugo complained.

"I insist," Nia ordered, "And then Tino, we're gonna get YOU some hot new workout gear so you can pull a boy."

"YES," Finn rounded on the former NFL star, "Because we know who you want and who wants you but neither of you are doing anything about it."

"I'm..fine, really," Tino was blushing.

"For big hunks, y'all are so shy," Nia sighed, "Sabby, hun. You're hot, well dressed, rich and drive a Maserati. You should have the boys falling at your feet."

"Busy with training," Tino blethered.

"Don't make me force you to speak to him," Finn said, "Cos I will. I'm the Boss remember."

---

New Orleans, LA, 11 January 2015

Sheamus was just placing his bag in the locker room, ready to go meet the lads for lunch in Catering, when a shadow fell across his path.

He was faced with the man who'd once shared his and later Cesaro's beds on the road. The man who took his bottoming virginity. The man who was barely seen on the road.

Fandango.

"Alright mate," Sheamus said casually.

"No," snapped Fandango, and he kicked the locker room door shut, kicking a nearby sportsbag to keep it to.

"What's up?" Sheamus asked.

"You know damn well WHAT'S UP!" spat the dancer, "You and Cesaro fucking used me, you bastards."

"A threeway wasn't gonna last mate, and you can't help who you fall for," the big Irishman replied, "Look, we should have told you..sorry mate."

"THat all you can say Farrelly? You might be in Triple H's back pocket but I deserve more respect than that. I thought when Cesaro got injured you might remember I exist."

"Well ain't my fault they don't use you," Sheamus said, "Sorry man but you know how it is here sometimes."

"Nobody gives a shit about you, not the true fans," Fandango snarled, "I could sell our story to TMZ."

"And then you'll be out of a job and blacklisted from getting another in this business," Sheamus hit back, "Don't try and threaten me Hussey or I will break your legs."

"You're just a big pussyboy with a bigger mouth, I know the real you," Fandango went on, unafraid of the thickset, pale-skinned beast of a Celt in front of him, "Just remember I've fucked you in the ass."

"Oh big deal, so WHAT?" snarked Sheamus, "Who would they believe? Me or a mincing great fairy in sparkly flares? Now leave me alone. I'm asking you nicely."

He shoved past Fandango.

"Dunno why you settle for Cesaro, he's not that great a fuck," the dancer called after him, "So what? He's got a nice ass. He lays there like a stunned gazelle."

Sheamus hissed through his nose. Oh no. He was not going to get involved in these ridiculous bitchy head games so many gays seemed to play. Jealousy was an ugly look. But he;d been around Wade's beau long enough to pick up some bitchy tactics of his own. Sometimes your mouth was a more effective weapon than your fists..

"Well I may not have the experience, shall we say of other men on this roster," he replied, keeping his gruff Dublin burr cool and collected, "But I know enough to say this...you're a crap shag."

Fandango looked highly affronted but he scowled defiantly, his thick arms popping as he folded them.

"I never had a complaint before now. And Cesaro did leave you for Kidd at one point...you can't exactly be the best thing since sliced bread between the sheets yourself," he snapped.

"You know," Sheamus said, refusing to rise now. He knew Fandango was now trying to egg him on to punch him out or Brogue kick him in the face and then cry assault, "I thought to screw lads up the arse you had to have a big cock? I wish I'd just asked Claude as he's actually got one."

Fandango went SCARLET as his ego was well and truly punctured.

Sheamus smirked.

"So," he said, "You gonna move it or shall I make you?"

Fandango shuffled by silently.

Shaking his head, the former World Heavyweight Champion stomped past.

And then Fandango struck.

He wrestled the bigger man to the ground and straddled him.

"What the fuck you doing you mad bastard?!" Sheamus cried.

"You might be 270 but I can still get you on the ground," snarled the dancer, "You underestimated Tatsu and you've underestimated me."

"You need to get the fuck over yourself."

Fandango unzipped his jeans and unbuttoned them, freeing his cock, the testosterone raging in his veins making him harder by the second.

"Put that away, or i'll cut it off!" Sheamus warned.

"You haven't got the balls Farrelly."

"I will hurt you..."

"Don't deny you still want a piece of me. Cesaro's still healing. He won't be back for months."

"Well last weekend he was well enough to get into three different positions and let me shag him ragged," snapped Sheamus, "So put yer cock away and get the fuck off my chest."

"Suck it big man," Fandango was now putting on his breathy Dom voice.

"You need mental help," snorted Sheamus, wriggling out, using his bulk and own considerable strength to free himself. Why in God's name was he hard? Fandango was making such an ass of himself and yet...Sheamus was getting turned on!

He paused by the door.

He could give in to Fandango right now and it would make road life a bit easier for a few days if they just get the tension between them out their systems...

...but it felt like cheating on Cesaro. Sheamus was convinced they were exclusively an item again.

But when could he next see the Swiss? They were off to India later this week!

Oh fuck it. An offer was there even if Fandango was bloody annoying and not half as sexy as his beloved Cesaro.

And plus, Sheamus guessed he owed Fandango something for avoiding him all this time.

He turned back.

"Come here," he hissed.

"All I needed to hear," breathed the horny dancer and he began to fiercely kiss the bigger brute who returned it.

"Make it quick before I change my mind," snarled Sheamus, allowing the dancer to whip his belt open and undo his stonewashed jeans. Fandango eagerly yanked them down those thick ivory-skinned thighs and legs, right to Sheamus' ankles.

They ground together fiercely, growling and grunting as testosterone was flowing through their veins like lava.

"I just want to fuck you," groaned Fandango.

"Bend over then," Sheamus hissed.

Fandango flashed that deadly slasher smile.

He laughed coldly.

"I didn't mean that. I said I want to fuck YOU. That means, YOU bend over, ginger."

"Ha. You wish." Sheamus grabbed Fandango's cock hard and jerked it.

"THen why are you jerking me off. You want it Farrelly. Man up and admit you want me to fuck your lilly white ass."

"Not on your life Hussey. Bend over and show me that hole bitch."

Fandango leaned forward and bit on Sheamus' neck, causing the paler-skinned, elder man to hiss in pain.

"Fine...fine..."

"Good man," snarled Fandango, biting his neck and sucking hard, making sure a visible hickey was there, "Face the wall. Come on big man, it's OK to crave it once in a while."

Wordlessly, Sheamus turned around and bent over.

Fandango moaned and wriggled so his tight jeans fell to his ankles. He pulled them off so he was naked from the waist down. He was SO hard. He loved fucking big, brutish men the best. He ALWAYS got them to submit, even the ones who fought back the most. He was just that damn good. Stroke their fragile masculinity so they gave their asses up.

He kicked off his loafers and peeled his socks off before padding to the bag he'd chucked to the door - his own. He unzipped it and found the lubricant he always carried plus a towel. It was time to re-assert his presence. He tossed the towel to one side, uncapped the bottle and coated two fingers before pushing them inside Sheamus, who was both horny and furious with himself for giving in. Why was he letting this happen? Why?

"Ohhh FUCK.." he hissed as the two fingers scissored him, prepping him efficently. Fandango wasn't going to waste time. He had blue balls and a load to blow deep inside this big white studly ass.

He coated his cock.

"You not gonna put a johnny on?" Sheamus gasped.

"Why? WHo else you been fucking?"

"It's more who have YOU been fucking?"

SMACK.

"BAD MAN! How dare you call me a slut."

"Sorry.."

"I didn't quite catch that."

"SORRY."

"Sorry WHAT?"

"Sorry...boss."

"Good man."

SMACK.

"Owww..." Sheamus hissed, "Hurry up then if you're gonna do it."

"Oh I'm getting there.." Fandango lined up...mmm what a juicy big old ass this was,"Back up big man."

Sheamus leaned forward a little.

OK, he may have asked Cesaro to top once during his last visit to his true love, but only the once. Cesaro was amazing at it and for once Sheamus had fucking LOVED being on the receiving end. He'd even dropped the L-bomb once he'd cum...but anyway...enough of that and soon he'd been back in his rightful place, balls-deep in Cesaro.

"Owww..fucking hell.."

"Mmm...oh yeah man...missed doing this.."

Fandango slowly pushed in...he was so horny that it was going to be a short fuck - Sheamus was so damn TIGHT. But he expected it - it's why he liked fucking masculine men who didn't bottom much. He could break them in.

When he felt those white cheeks against his pelvis, he pulled almost all the way out...and shoved back in hard.

"Ohh FUCK.." Sheamus gasped.

"Ohhh yeah man..." Fandango began to pound hard and fast, using the big Irishman as a human fleshlight, not caring if he was hitting Sheamus' prostate or not. This was selfish fucking. He just wanted to get off. And put Sheamus in his place by shooting his fragile masculinity down in flames. Grunting, cursing and moaning with pleasure, Fandango knew this would not take long at all. Better than beating off alone yet again or fantasing about dominating other members of the roster again.

Sheamus was fisting his cock, determined to just get off himself.

Fandango was moaning and groaning, his hips snapping back and forth, urging his orgasm closer...he was SO close already...SO damn tight...yeah fuck yes...he was getting closer and closer...

"OHHH FUCK!" he growled as he suddenly went thundering over the edge, driving deep inside Sheamus as it burned its way out and exploded within the thick Celt.

Sheamus could feel the warmth shoot inside him...and it was enough to speed up his frantic jerking...oh shit...he was getting close as well...fuck...

"Ohhhh FUCK yes..." he snarled, as his release splattered the wall in front of him as well as the wooden bench.

But Fandango had already pulled out. He was done. Why wait?

He wiped his cock down with the towel he'd discarded earlier and pulled his briefs back on.

Sheamus clumsily fell onto the bench, his arse now sore from the rough fuck, gasping.

Fandango was already fumbling in his bag for his ring attire. He peeled off his t-shirt and found his black ring jacket before pulling on his flared tights and the jacket.

"OK thanks man," he grunted casually, "Guess I'll see ya around."

"You what?!" Sheamus was incredulous.

"Oh sorry, did you want a kiss or something?"

"You bastard..."

Fandango just gave him a sneer.

"Not nice being used is it Farelly? Asshole. Cesaro's welcome to you."

Sheamus couldn't make himself decent quick enough. He stomped over to the cocky son-of-a-bitch who'd just well and truly stitched him up.

"You'll PAY for this!" he growled.

Fandango just sniggered.

"How? Who would believe that a jobber like me would get Hunter's fave to give his ass up in the locker room like a common whore?" the dancer snorted, "You'll be laughed out the god-damn office."

"Cunt. Well you're definitely not welcome back now."

"Don't need to. Got a few other guys interested in me now. I just wanted to see if you could still give it up. And you sung like a canary."

"Bastard..you even contact me via social media again and I'll HAVE you.."

"Just remember, you can punch me, you can kick my head in...you can block me on every form of social media," Fandango spat, "But you'll never be able to get my cumload out your ass."

And with a cocky laugh, he turned on his heel and swaggered out without a care in the world.

Once outside the locker room, he tapped a text message.

To: Corey Graves

Hey sexy ass. He swallowed it and gave it up *laughter emojis*. God it felt good to load him up one last time *devil emojis*

Buzz.

From: Corey Graves

MMmmmm *hearteyes* next time you can load me up *aubergine emoji* *water drops emoji* *peach emoji*

To: Corey Graves

Of course. Best bottom in WWE you are *wink emoji*

Buzz.

From: Corey Graves

Well, what can I say? *girl with hand out emoji* *wink emoji*

Snickering, Fandango sauntered away. Cesaro and Sheamus may have shut him out, but he most definitely had the last laugh.

---

The Plastics were gathered at their table as per usual, thought it was weird without Paige, who'd taken a week off to rest a few aches and bumps. She assured them though that they won;t be shot of her and that they were to expect ridiculous Snapchats and WhatsApp messages at all times.

So it was just Cody, Summer Rae and Becky Lynch at the moment as there was no Sasha either as she was also taking a bit of time off to recover.,

"Wonder how much of my weave you'll snatch tonight," Cody said to Becky.

"Hoping to snatch more of CHarlotte's," she grinned.

"So happy they're pushing you," Cody replied, "I bet Finny's SO proud."

"Yeah he is, he keeps gushing over WhatsApp," Becky replied.

"EW. Well he does jizz copiously anyway..." Cody grinned, "What? I thought you liked puns?"

"Not when it's...ugh you're disgusting!" Becky complained, reaching to thump him but he dodged.

"I'm not Dizzcostin, I'm pretty," Cody grinned, sucking his thumb.

"I'm prettier," came another Irish accent.

"YAY FINNY!" squealed Cody, "Knew you'd be here."

Lots of hugging.

Finn leapt onto Cody's lap.

"OW...bony-ass.." complained the ravenette, "Why can't you sit on Summer's lap instead?"

"You're comfier. And Saraya may get jealous," Finn grinned, "Coping without her turbo tongue Summer?"

"YOU.." Summer went pink and tried to kick him. He dodged.

"Let me guess, Fergal's gotten laid in the last two hours," Becky sighed.

"Yup. We decided to spend some time breaking in our hotel bed," Finn said, "What can I say, Stuart is back on form."

"So's Stephen," piped up Cody, "Guess where I spent my Sunday?"

"On your back with your legs in the air getting speared by the Arrow?" Finn replied.

"Actually I rode his dick hard and then he speared me from behind...I was sore for a few hours after," Cody replied triumphantly.

"Fergal, I swear," Becky had her head in her hands, "You say 'speared by the Arrow' once more.."

"You'll congratulate me on what a bex-cellent wordsmith I am?" Finn grinned.

"Oh shut up," Summer pouted.

"Hey, some of us have partners away from the road," Cody said, "You'll get a taste of my life whilst Paigey-poo's resting, Summer."

"Anyhoo, what;s the tea?" Finn put his legs on the table, "Cos I has some."

"Some NX-tea?" Becky chimed in.

"High five girl!" giggled Summer.

"That was poor," Cody gave them both shady eye-brows, "Below your usual standard Rebecca."

"Oooh someone's got their Aussiebums in a twist," Becky clapped back.

"That's his usual face," Finn grinned, "Anyhoo, Barry's tea time."

"Who's Barry?" asked Cody.

"Ha! You won't get that unless you're from Ireland," Becky said.

"Finny, spill the tea before I go find something better to do," Cody complained.

"Hugo and Sami, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Finn sung.

"At LAST," Cody said, "I hope Sami rode that dick HARD."

"Actually, they haven't done anal yet."

"WHAT?!" squealed Cody, "When did Sami become a NUN?"

"He's not a Christian.." Summer reminded him.

"Whatever, he's usually getting the dick within the hour of first message when it's a hook up," Cody sassed.

"Would you rush into a hunk like that?" Becky said, "Can't blame him."

"It's been a busy week at N Bex T," Finn replied, "They used the Room Of Requirement for some sneaky hand jobs though."

"Really Finny? Since when was the Performance Center Hogwarts?" Cody raised an eyebrow.

"It's this side room that was built in there but nobody uses it for anything in particular," Becky explained, "We called it that because certain people sneak in for a bit of rumpy pumpy...other use it to make calls...sometimes the coaches have private pep talks in there with the talent.."

"Triple H knows what's up," Summer remarked, tossing back her hair.

"I bet you and Paige used it," Cody accused.

Summer just did the girl-hand-out emoji with a smug smile.

"Sly bitch," Finn said, "I won't tell Sami though."

"Don't. Actually do, means he'll refuse to use it!" Summer smirked.

"HA! I shall, get him back for all the jibes about me enhancing my appearance for harsh stage lights," pouted Finn, "Oh it was hilarious, Nia gave him a smacked arse for picking on me about my looks."

"Oh she just wanted to touch up a cute guy," Becky shrugged.

"So any more tea Finny?" Cody persisted.

"Yup. Hugo...is vers."

"REALLY?!" gasped Cody, "Now that I'd like to see! Sami topping a muscular HUNK like that...oh my...I'm clutching my pearls right now."

"No..." Summer breathed, "I don't believe that for a second."

"And also, he really likes to suck cock," Finn continued, "Apparently he sucked off half of Burton Albion before signing."

"SLUT," Cody scowled.

"Excuse me Mr, how many men have you slept with?" Summer reminded him.

"I don't keep count, that's vulgar," Cody said sniffily, "Oh Curtis tried talking to me again earlier."

"I hope you told him to shove it," Finn said.

"I did."

"Good," Finn replied, "He's only trying to maintain his spot on TV."

"Which the Bullet Club will STEAL at Rumble no doubt," Cody said, "I bet you can't WAIT to have them all debut."

"I cannot," Finn grinned, "I mean, AJ Styles will still give me crap about being gay but at least he respects me as a wrestler."

"He used to be quite do-able a few years ago," Cody said, "But now. Ew."

"Exactly, and anyhoo, Karl Anderson and I go back YEARS," Finn said, "Whenever AJ was homophobic, Karl would shut him down like THAT."

"In wrestling AJ must stand for Asshole Jackass as I've not met one decent AJ in this business," Cody scowled.

"Lest we forget Little Miss Bitchface," Summer snarled, "God when she retired, that was the happiest day in the world for the Divas division."

"I bet she was pressed about being pushed out the limelight by the Divas Revolution," Cody said.

"Let's not lower the tone by talking about that little rat," Summer sassed.

"Awww look hunty, AJ STILL has them all pressed," came an irritating voice and the foursome looked up to see the sneering faces of Corey Graves and Miz.

"Is Ass Implants enjoying unemployment?" Cody clapped back, "How's Sami's sloppy seconds Mess?"

"Said I'm a much better fuck than your stupid ginger friend ever was," Miz smirked, "Thanks for asking."

"He's just saying that so he can keep getting into your pants Jabba," Finn said, in the most bored tone possible, "But then you never were the brainiest of wrestlers...or the most competent."

"Go back to NXT where you belong," Miz sassed, "You're not welcome here."

"Don't waste your time on these basics hunty, they still think Nikki Bella can ACTUALLY wrestle!" Corey crowed.

"I know, RIGHT?" Miz snorted, "Back to another idiotic swimsuit model who can't wrestle a lick...Summer, what's good?"

Corey howled with derisive laughter.

"Don't you mean pterodactyl?!" he cried.

"Oh. HA. So original and hilarious I forgot to laugh," Summer snorted, "Get a new joke Corey, that one's so 2014."

"2014, when Rat Skank could wrestle still, ahh remember those times," Cody put in, "And Mess, FYI, 'Miley, What's Good?' happened...hmmm...four months ago? It's old news sweetie."

"2014, that was when Summer Rae was still used as a wrestler...no wait, that was when she put on that absolute clusterfuck with that useless old hag Layla and wasted valuable pay-per-view time," Corey shot back, "God and they wonder why the Divas don't get given time on the main roster?"

"You got anything better to do like getting a life?" Becky remarked.

"At least you, Sasha and Fridge brought some damn quality to this division," Corey said, "Even if nobody cares about Fridge's flop reign. But hey, it's better than a Bella holding the butterfly."

"SLowly hunty, they'll fire the remaining useless models one by one...bigger titted Bella is still out, hopefully will have to retire...her twig sister still gets by her marital dick's memory, Fox will be forgotten, Rosa well, she does nothing anyway," Miz said nastily.

"You really are a vile piece of shit," Cody snarled, "And excuse me, your wife was hardly mat technician of the year. Oh look I can waste match time flipping my hair, making a hand gesture, throw a few bitch slaps, and then finish with a reasonable DDT. That, honey, is NOT professional wrestling."

"Shade me all you like Rhodeth," Miz clapped back, "Just remember there was one time you begged me to fuck you."

Cody went scarlet.

Finn looked confused.

"HA. That shut you up," sneered Miz, "C'mon Corey."

The toxic duo left.

"You didn't..." Becky groaned.

"It's true?" Summer asked.

"Yeah..." mumbled COdy.

"No...I can;t believe you even THOUGHT..." Finn lamented, "You...of ALL people...wanted to sleep with THAT?!"

"I was younger and stupid," Cody huffed, "Ted and I were on a break...Mess and Josh were also on a break. We booked into a motel..."

"In a fucking motel? Oh jesus...this gets better!" Finn was facepalming.

"We all do things we regret," Cody said, "Even you Finny. I'm sure you've been with guys you wish you never had."

"But...seriously Jabba the fucking Hutt himself?! A hottie like you sweets...he's not fit to scrub your TOILET!" Finn erupted, "How desperate were you?!"

"I thought I'd got him wrong and that he was nice back then," Cody replied, "OK?"

"It's not OK, what the hell did you do with him?"

"Made out with him, jacked each other off, 69d, bit of finger fucking...that was it," Cody said, "Oh and he ate my ass a bit and I ate his. It was 2011, ancient history. I hadn't even won the Intercontinental title yet. I was a midcarder. He was WWE Champion still I think...or may have just lost it..it was a while ago...anyhoo...it doesn't matter."

"It does. It matters a great deal," Finn scowled.

"I uh...think we should go.." Becky said, "Summer.."

"Oh..sure," Summer replied, "I gotta call Raya...AHEM...I mean, Paige..see you later."

The girls left the boys alone.

"Why Finny? Why does it matter?" demanded Cody.

"You get on a 'break' and you proposition that fat whore?! And yet it took me MONTHS to get you.."

"Oh for the love of...why does it ALWAYS come back to this?!" exclaimed Cody, "Finny. Get OVER IT!"

"Speak to you later," Finn muttered, getting to his feet and stomping off.

Really? Finn was actually JEALOUS of something that happened so many years ago Cody had almost forgotten about until Miz had to bring it up? Cody decided to snap him out of it.

"So will you tell me about you and Robbie Brookside later?" he called.

Finn froze.

How did Cody know?

WHO TOLD HIM?!

He marched over, white as a sheet.

"How do you know about that?" Finn spluttered.

"Becky told me, Finny...I';m not gonna judge...why did you keep that from me? I thought we told each other everything?"

"Because...you would judge me..you'd .think that's how I got in, because I shagged one of the coaches and friend of Mr Regal. Not because of my work."

"Finny...don't be so silly. How long ago?"

"At least ten years, on the indies. Again, it's the regional accent. We actually slept together a few times. I was the first and last lad he ever went with. I swore I'd never tell a soul. I told Becky because we're so close...I told Rami and he makes digs about it sometimes but I laugh it off."

"Was he good?" asked Cody, taking Finn;s hand, "It';s ok sweetie, you can tell me now. Nobody's listening."

"Rather go somewhere private," Finn whispered.

"Sure."

---

Cody led him out of Catering and hunted for a side room or at least somewhere secluded. He passed a side exit door. Ah. Cig break. He pushed the bar to open it and padded outside, perching on the steps. He could see fans already loitering over by the fence, hoping to spot superstars and divas.

He lit a cigarette and offered the pack to Finn.

"I shouldn't..." Finn said, "But...OK."

He took it and let Cody light it. He coughed a bit but pressed on.

"Was he good?" asked Cody once more.

"Yeah, he was. Especially for someone who'd never been with a lad before," Finn replied, "He just knew how to please, y'know? I just don't want anyone other than you three knowing. Stuart doesn't know."

"You have to tell him, he's your fiancé."

"In my own time. You saw how jealous he was when Hugo wanted me."

"I take it you and Brookside still get on?"

"We do but on a purely friendly and professional basis. He still does my weekly reviews. Which Sami takes the piss out of, accuse me of flirting with Robbie to get a good review."

"Do you?"

"No. I'm thirty-four years old with fifteen years experience in wrestling all across the world and I've run my own wrestling school. I don't need to sleep my way up the card."

"I know you and Sami are cool again but he needs to back up a bit with the shade. This thing he has about you and make-up...do you actually? Not that it matters if you do, you know as you are...Dashing..hehehe."

"It's just because I wear tinted moisturiser and get a fair bit done for TV tapings he has to go OTT. I'm not moonlighting as a drag act. Look, sweets...we were talking at the PC..."

"Mmmm-hmmm?"

"Sami and I were discussing something..."

"Surprise me?"

"You and Stephen Amell.."

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Why? You know it can't last. I'm not being a hater. I'm being a best friend who would hate to see you get hurt again."

"Who knows what will happen?" COdy said sharply, "Right now I'm going to enjoy what I do have and not think about it. And we won't say any more about it. Got that?"

"Why are you burying your head in the sand? You must know what's at stake dating him?"

"Because Stephen is a wonderful man and people will never understand the love we have? Not discussing this topic a second further Fergal. Is that clear?"

"It's clear," Finn replied.

"Good. Now that's settled."

Awkward silence followed. Finn wasn't about to talk about the weather or make other pointless small talk to break it. He tapped a text to Sami

Tried to approach the Amell subject...he almost bit my head off *eyeroll emoji*..

Buzz

From: Sami

You can't be subtle that's why.

Oh of course Sami wouldn't back him up!

"Do you speak to Tye Dillinger still?"

Cody stomped his cigarette out on the steps hard and scowled.

"Do you poke your nose into everyone's love lives?"

"Bit rich coming from you!" exclaimed Finn.

"Mention this again Devitt and I will break your legs. No kidding." snarled Cody.

"OK, OK...sorry," Finn spluttered, "Didn't realise it was such a touchy subject."

"How would you like it, huh? How do you know Wade's not pining for Sheamus? He does hang out with him an awful lot."

"Cos I KNOW."

"Do you? Ha. See? Not nice is it when people assume they know how your relationship is?"

"Point taken. Sorry. Should have shut my gob."

"Yes. You should."

Truth teas being served on both sides. Cody knew his best friend was entirely right and was just blissfully ignoring the inevitable ugly end to his and Stephen's affair, choosing to take each day as it came. He did think about Tye a lot...and how much Tye must hate his guts right now. Was it worth leaving what seemed the perfect relationship for the thrill of dating the man who played Arrow? Cody wasn't sure but Stephen just stole his heart every time and blasted any logic and conscience from his mind.

Finn was reading Tye Dillinger's tweets.

WWEDillinger Why are certain people trying to maintain relevance with the company?

WWEDillinger Seriously man. You were in ONE ppv for charity. Go back to your own job.

WWEDillinger *link to One Direction's Steal My Girl*

Oh dear. Cody MUST have seen these? Right?

But then he snorted.

iLikeSamiZayn WWENeville *link to Taylor Swift's We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together*

Oh Sami. That was so messy. But hey, he always knew how to make a statement!

"Afternoon lads," came a fellow Dublin brogue, and the boys looked up to see a very pensive Sheamus.

"Alright," Finn nodded, "Thought Stuart was with you?"

"Not been inside yet...well..sort of," Sheamus mumbled.

"You OK?" asked Cody.

"Fine," Sheamus shot an obviously fake smile, "Just getting some air. Got a few autographs done..killed some time."

"What's up with ya?" asked Finn.

"Nothing? Why?" lied Sheamus. He'd been hanging around in the parking lot for a while, his mind racing. He had seen them come out and sit on the steps and had been mulling over whether to confess to them what had happened in the locker room. He felt far more comfortable with telling them than risk jeers from Wade and Neville. He couldn't tell Cesaro over the phone.

"Is it something to do with Mess and Rat Skank?" snarled Cody.

"Who?" asked Sheamus.

"Graves and Miz AKA Jabba," Finn explained.

"Oh...not exactly," Sheamus replied, before staring at the asphalt.

"This is not like you at all," Finn remarked, "The hack of ye! You're acting like a kid who's been caught shopliftin' and looking to confess to his ma."

Cody raised an eyebrow at Finn deliberately turning his Irish up to eleven.

"Fandango," Sheamus replied after a pregnant pause, "We...hooked up."

"But I thought you still had that weird dealie going on?" Finn asked.

"Well, we kinda pushed him out...he obviously wasn't down with that. Cut a long story short, he talked me into dropping me keks and bending over for him in the locker room."

His face was matching his hair at this point. Here come the scathing remarks about bottoming...and their jaws had both dropped.

"Wait...you..." Cody gasped.

"Just assumed Cesaro was.." Finn added.

"That's only the third time in my life I have ever done it so save your smart-arse remarks!" Sheamus spat.

"I'm confused," Finn said, "So you, Cesaro, Fandango? Still a thing or not?"

"Not anymore."

"So you cheated on Cesaro."

"Yes and no. I thought you lads would have been able to help me."

"You mean," Finn had his hands on his hips now, and Cody facepalmed, "You're too afraid of what your cool manly friends might say so you're coming to the 'girly men' instead?"

"FINNY.." Cody scolded.

"Well look at him, acting like he's been fucking raped because he bottomed! GUESS WHAT GINGER? It's just SEX. We're both bottoms! DO you see us acting like violated virgins?! NO! You're one of those chauvinistic pigs who sees bottoms as subhuman because you cannot accept fem guys exist and feel that taking a dick is a slight on your oh-so-fragile masculinity?! Just maybe if you opened your wee mind JUST A BIT, Fandango might not have made you do it?"

Sheamus didn't even try and defend himself. He knew better after the previous clashes with the fiery County Wicklow native.

"Calm down Finny," sighed Cody, "So what actually is the issue Sheamus?"

"Curt basically picked a fight, and stitched me up. He basically said he never wanted back in, just wanted to see if he could still get me to...'give it up'."

"Essentially Fandango is the world's biggest fuckboy?" Cody replied, "He manipulated you for kicks. I never liked him. But really, what can he do? He's never on TV, you're one of the top heels in the company."

"He used that against me as well, reckons if I report him for sexual assault...I'd get laughed out the office."

"It wasn't because you consented, and unfortunately he's got you over a barrel with this one Sheamus," Cody said, "Best thing to do, is not give him the satisfaction of knowing he's got to you. And tell Cesaro for fuck's sake."

"I can't over the phone."

"Well when will you see him? Cos I'd tell him before Fandango goes running his mouth to the wrong person i.e Rat Skank or Mess; Call him now."

"OK. Looks like I have to. Thanks lads...I guess."

Sheamus shuffled away, fumbling for his phone.

Cody side-eyed Finn.

"Not sorry, he needs to grow some balls," Finn folded his arms, "Big deal he had to bottom. He's acting like he's been degraded."

"Well...he kinda has?" Cody replied, "Fandango played him. Not nice being used and knowing you have. Stop picking fights with him because he's Wade's ex...don't look at me like that...you have a real chip on your shoulder when it comes to Sheamus Finny."

"Well...can't help being jealous can I?"

"That why you're so anti-Stephen?"

"Pardon?!"

"You're jealous. Shawn was safer for you cos he's also one of YOUR exes. I'm not sleeping with you again. Fact."

"Never said I wanted you to. Engaged, remember? And actually it was concern for your happiness. But if you want to make it something else, feel free."

"Fine. Sorry. Looks like I got the wrong end of the stick again."

"You did."

"Sorry Finny."

Cody went to hug him.

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Probably far too long but oh look, Sheamus gets a storyline again! Not much of one, but I had to write Fandango out and seeing him on the stage at Raw, well, he had to appear.

Appreciate not everyone watches NXT or watched Breaking Ground, but because I recently finished it, I wanted to feature some of the rookies to freshen up the cast, (and because I love Nia Jax) especially Hugo Knox (hot AF). Sami's a law unto himself now - and I'm afraid it legit is Samdrian RIP for good now.

Finnade smut just because you can never have enough (it is MY story after all! Soz), and looks like Coddles isn't as happy as he appears...:(

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