Chapter 49
Penultimate chapter is upon us! I'm capping this at 50 and moving onto a new chaptered fic but it'll continue the shenanigans that happen here - just because this fic has passed the 2-year mark now! And 50 chapters is long enough for ANY fanfic.
You don't have to have read the 'Break The Rules' spin-off I did but it would help! Big changes are coming.
We're opening at Raw 15/02 as Break the Rules happened sometime before V-day.
Raw, Anaheim, CA, 15 February 2016
Backstage at the arena that afternoon, Sheamus was waiting for his good mate Wade Barrett to emerge from a meeting with the talent relations team.
He'd been in there what seemed like forever.
"Come on Stuey, we've got a date with Nev in the ring in ten minutes," he complained.
At last the door opened and the tall, raven-haired-and-bearded Brit emerged, exhaling as though he'd just dodged a bullet.
"Soz mate, went on longer than I expected," grunted Wade.
"S'cool man, now c'mon cos Nev's waiting for us, tell me on the way," Sheamus replied.
The two League Of Nations members walked the corridors towards the ring.
"Where the bloody hell's Nev?" growled Wade.
"Probably shagging Miz under the ring itself?" snorted Sheamus, perching on the end of the stage, "So, how did it go?"
"Interesting," Wade was idly browsing his phone, kicking his trainer-clad feet against the metal edges of the stage, "I'm not gonna re-sign."
"WHAT?!" spluttered Sheamus, "What the hell's wrong with ya?!"
"Oh come on mate, really think they'll put me in the main event at this stage? I've been floundering doing bugger all since the bloody Corre split and that was FIVE YEARS ago!" Wade erupted, "Only so many times I can win the Intercontinental title or be your cheerleader."
"Bit drastic though mate?" Sheamus tried to reason, "And the wife to be won't like that."
"Oh I'm sure he'll bitch about me till the cows come home to his little sidekicks and faghags," snarked Wade, "But I have to do this. There's got to be more to wrestling to being remembered as the bloke who said 'I'm afraid I have some bad news'."
"So...Wayne Barnett debuts in the Impact Zone?" Sheamus scoffed.
"Maybe. If you fail here it guarantees you a main event spot in TNA," shrugged Wade, "Drew's doing alright in't he?"
"Who've just lost one of their best men to NXT iN Aries," Sheamus reminded him, "Stuey mate, going to that elephant's graveyard for ex-WWE failures won't make things better - grass is greener and all that?"
"Sorry I'm late lads," came a Geordie accent, "Been on the phone."
"You and Miz an actual couple yet?" Wade raised an eyebrow.
"No. He was just more interesting than a wank," Neville replied, "Was talking to me mam, actually."
"Oh, soz."
"Don't ya miss Zayn?" Sheamus asked Neville, "I mean, you did go out for like 2 years."
"Nah," Neville said, "Well...miss him a bit cos we go back a long way but not his constant emasculating of me. I don't want to be another Morrison."
"High flyer with his balls in girlfriend's handbag, I know," Wade said, "Maybe I could try out for Lucha Underground."
"What's this?" Neville raised his eyebrow.
"Stuey's not gonna re-sign."
"Oh man...that's crap," Neville sympathised, "But they haven't been using ya. But shit man...Balor is NOT going to like that."
"Balor will just have to lump it. My life, my career," Wade spat.
Neville and Sheamus exchanged a look. Trouble brewing in smug engaged paradise, it seemed.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go the gym," Wade huffed, "I'll catch ya later."
He got to his feet and stomped off.
"Gym my arse," Neville scoffed, "Balor's probably waiting in a box room with his pants down."
Sniggers from Sheamus.
"I HEARD THAT YOU ONE-TRACK-MIND ARSEWIPE!" roared a fuming Wade from the gorilla position.
Another look exchanged by the Celtic Warrior and Man That Gravity Forgot.
"Fuck," breathed Sheamus, "We have to try and convince him to re-sign."
"His choice," Neville said. His phone buzzed.
From: Miz
*face down arse up selfie taken in the locker room*
Sheamus looked over his shoulder.
"Oh for fucks sake," he snorted.
"Doesn't mean I'm gonna go and screw him, we're just fuck buds at best," Neville said.
Another man sauntered out at that point, whistling to himself and his own world, texting on his phone.
He nodded at Sheamus and Neville.
"Alright Deano," Sheamus said, "Why aren't with your usual crowd?"
"Cos Cody once again forgot I existed," deadpanned Dean, "It's cool. I ride with Rome to and from the shows."
"How's the wounded soldier?" asked Neville.
"COlby's doing well thanks for asking," Dean looked genuinely pleased that somebody cared enough to ask after Seth, "Won't be back just yet. He's coming to Fastlane to watch though. Opening the show tonight by the way. Dropping the strap back to Owens. Fatal 5 way. Should be cool. Different from the norm."
"What's the catch?" asked Neville, detecting the cynicism in Dean.
"Cody is in the damn match. I bet he won't even acknowledge me," scowled Dean.
"That's not true man," Sheamus said, "Ya know what life here's like."
"I know what Balor's like," Dean replied, "Am I the only one who sees past the hype and think the guy's a creepy-ass leech?"
"I've known him since I was 15 mate," Neville said, "No, I haven't gone there Sheamus so shut your gob..he's the same now as he was back in 01. Over dramatic gay slag."
Sheamus snorted. True.
"Lay off my fellow countryman Deano," he said, "I'm sure he's not turning Rhodes against ya. It's not school."
"It freaking IS," Neville groaned, "You've seen all the bitching and drama that goes on and that's just the lads locker room."
"Cody and I used to be real close and I can barely speak to him cos Balor's with him 24/7," Dean complained, "Axel claims Balor turns Codes against all his friends so he only hangs with him."
"Rollins was right, you watch way too much Real Housewives," Neville remarked.
"I do not."
"You freaking do mate," chuckled Neville, "This is wrestling. Not Hollywood. Go sort your beef out like a proper lad."
Dean huffed and stomped back up the stage.
"This is beyond me," Sheamus ran his hand through his severely-cut red hair, "Lads and drama. What's wrong with sorting your shit out in the ring and then going for a pint after?"
"Because Fergal Devitt loves to be the centre of attention, it's always about him," Neville sighed, "If things are bad, he makes sure everyone knows about it and how shit everyone and everything is. If stuff's going good, he actually creates drama for the hell of it. Word to the wise mate, if he comes up to you and tells you that one of your best mates has slagged you off behind your back, chances are it's rubbish and he's made it up for his own entertainment."
"Really?" Sheamus raised his eyebrows, "Why would anyone take the time to do that? As if we haven't got enough to contend with in this job?"
Neville shrugged.
"I dunno mate, but the lads are talkin," he replied, "Barrett's not popular for bringing Balor on the road. God knows what it's gonna be like when he gets called up."
"I'm not thinking about it, but Stuey's me best mate," Sheamus said, "If he's being taken for a ride, I will break that little gobshite's legs, NXT Champion or not."
"And then you'll be fired," Neville said grimly, "He's Triple H's pet ain't he?"
"Probably slept with Hunter to get the job," Sheamus snarked.
"Gonna have to stop ya there mate...Devitt might be a selfish, backstabbing, shit-stirring, nasty little puff, but he's legit between the ropes," Neville sighed, "Regardless of how he is back there, where it matters, in the ring, the lad's top dollar in there. He could make a broomstick look good. There's a reason he's respected in our biz."
"Thank fuck Stuey didn't hear you say that," Sheamus said with a slight lip curl, before lowering his voice just in case Wade was making his way back, "But I agree."
As Dean pushed aside the gorilla position curtain he almost collided with Cody.
"Oh! Dean...was just looking for you," the ravenette said, "We have a match."
"So we do," snarked Dean, disinterested, "Suppose you wanna round the others up and go over spots?"
"What's your problem?" Cody snapped.
"Oh so I'm good enough to acknowledge because your NXT Champion shadow isn't with you?" snarled Dean before he could stop himself, "You PROMISED we'd be tight. You PROMISED our friendship wouldn't suffer. You legit spent more time with him than you do your own damn wife AND guy-on-the-side combined!"
Cody frowned.
"Jealousy is a hideous look Ambrose," he sassed, "Build a bridge and get the fuck over Finny and I being best friends."
"I'd say you were sleeping with him," Dean scoffed.
Cody folded his arms (but a guilty boil was bubbling up in his stomach. LAst week...hmmmm...that WAS an interesting night. He, Finn and Sami were closer than EVER before. In many, many ways.).
"And what if I was? Jealous again Ambrose," he clapped back.
"You won't even deny it will you? Written all over your damn face. No wonder Sandow stopped talking to you. No wonder Axel hates you now."
"We fell out Dean. Sometimes people do."
"Or sometimes people pit others against one another for sport to play politics?" Dean was getting more frustrated, "Can you NOT see what Balor's doing?! He's alienating ALL your friends so you have nobody else in your life except him. He wants you all to himself!"
"So explain why I hang out with Becky, Paige, Summer, both Bellas, The Ryback, Bryan Danielson..." Cody retorted. LAst week he'd spent a fair bit of time hanging out with Daniel on the former champion's final ever appearance as a wrestler. It was an emotional day for everyone concerned. The brief bad blood that had occurred between Daniel and Cody over Sheamus had long since dried up and it was almost like it never happened at all.
Dean stuttered. Cody had once more deflected his one argument and now he had nothing else to mask his adolescent jealousy with. Damn.
"See?" Cody spat, "You have no legs left to stand on. You're still salty you couldn't have me."
"You used to be close to Sandow."
"We worked together a few times. He got pressed over not getting on TV and I was sick of hearing him complain. Well maybe if he stopped smark-pandering.."
"I don't see your career skyrocketing.." Dean pointed out.
"Oh really? Guess who's just got a singles match on the Mania card confirmed?" Cody said triumphantly, "With my BOYFRIEND Stephen Amell. Yes. When will your man? Oh that's right, he'll miss Mania cos he's still on the shelf. Bitch BYE."
Z-snap right in Dean's face.
Cody sashayed away feeling very pleased with himself. Wow. Finn had truly awoken his old Alpha Bitch side.
"ASSHOLE!" Dean growled in frustration, kicking a wires box hard.
"What's up with you?" asked a passing Tyler Breeze.
"Cody Rhodes that's who...fucking..." Dean was apoplectic.
"What's he done, thought you guys were buds?" Tyler raised an eyebrow.
"Never mind," Dean grunted, "Let's go through the match."
After a somewhat awkward meeting with Kevin Owens, Tyler, Dolph and Dean (who refused to even look him in the eye), Cody strutted into Catering. Part of him was already regretting bitching out Dean. There really was no need to do that. Especially as he'd had no audience at the time to 'impress'.
Where were the squad?
Ah. There they were!
Paige, Summer Rae, Brie Bella, Natalya and, to Cody's sniffy disgust, Lana, were all sat at a table. He had no time for the Ravishing RUssian these days, deeming her as fame-hungry and disinterested in the wrestling business. But best to just take the rough with the smooth. He gritted his teeth, painted his most sparkling, dashing, if you will, smile on his pretty face and padded over.
"Oh hey," he said.
"Enjoy Comic Con?" teased Paige to giggles from the others.
"Oh yes," Cody grinned.
"Bet that's not the first time you've got Amell's face wet?" Paige continued.
"Shut up Saraya," pouted Cody.
"Watch it Mister," Summer teased, "Or I'll heel kick you."
"Am I missing something?" Cody asked, turning to Nattie and Brie (totally disregarding Lana).
"Oh the girlfriends have a match," Brie smiled.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAS. Be right back whilst I recover my weave," Cody smirked, "Who's going over?"
Summer tossed back her hair smugly. She was.
"Wait what?!" gasped Cody, "That must be the first Raw win for like..."
"Since 2014," Summer said, "We've got a nice little match worked out even if they bury us out there."
"Big question though, is the First Lady Of NXT coming back?" Cody folded his arms.
"I think she is," Paige licked her lips and gave her girlfriend the 'eyes'.
Oh if only Sami was here!
But first, Cody needed some tea.
"Paige, can I talk to you for like, five minutes?" he said, "Excuse us ladies."
He ushered the raven-haired English girl away and into a far corner of Catering.
"What?" she said, "I'm not mad, I don't mind putting Dan..ahem...Summer over. She deserves it."
"Make sure you at least try and sell it," Cody teased, "No...I..um...was...curious.."
"By the way, you totally blanked Lana and that wasn't cool," Paige said sternly.
Cody shrugged, unrepentant. Paige rolled her eyes. Better leave that alone, she decided.
"Anyhoo," Cody replied, "I want to know...you and Becky. I saw a spark there last week."
"I can keep my knickers on. Unlike some," Paige prodded him in the chest, "Don't give me the Mr Innocent eyes, I know you, Samuel and Finn got down and dirty! We both knew we were only there as a backup in case it didn't go to plan!"
Cody looked at the floor. Damn women and their female intuition!
"No point lying," he muttered, "We had a threesome. And it was the hottest sex in years."
"You may as well tell us everything," Paige began to lead him back over.
"Only in front of Summer cos she's your girlfriend, and Brie as she's Nikki's sister...I'm not comfortable with Nattie knowing," Cody said, "And as for Miss Fame Hungry.."
"Cody...c'mon.."
"Nope."
"Fine, shall I fetch Becky?"
"If she's not too busy with Sasha. NO! You are not bringing Sasha...wait PAIGE!"
Too late, the young ENglish girl was sprinting out of Catering and headed straight for the locker room.
And then the ravenette felt a playful swat to the ass.
Assuming it was Eden, he spun around to playfully admonish her.
"Hey sweets."
Instead Cody was faced with the familiar pretty Gaelic features of his bestie and now-twice-fuckbuddy Finn Balor. Sans Wade.
"Hey you," Cody smiled.
Finn shamelessly pecked him on the lips. Not caring who saw.
"How are you?" asked Finn, "Look mama, no crutches!"
"Yaaaay, obviously we sorted you out," Cody grinned wickedly.
"Oh you did that OK, but yeah, cleared," Finn beamed, "Have I got news for you..."
"Am I gonna like it?" Cody asked.
"Well it'd be weird if you didn't," Finn said, "Sami stayed over for a few days...hehehehe."
He went unusually coy.
"FInny.." gasped Cody, "You and Sami have been...?"
"Sssssssssssssssssssssssh." Finn put his finger to Cody's lips, "Don't tell anyone."
"You're having an affair?"
"SSSH! Secret," Finn looked like an excited naughty kid right now, "It's the biggest rush ever...and you can't disapprove. Cos you'd be a hypocrite."
"No I cannot because I got a taste of that dick myself didn't I?" Cody lowered his voice.
"That was such a hot night," Finn replied, "Don't think I'll ever forget it."
"Me neither, though...soz boys...Valentine's Day, well...there was a lot of testosterone flowing after Comic Con. Hehehehe. Stephen didn't appreciate being soaked in front of all those fans. Took it out on my ass. No shade on Sami...but he's not Stephen. And I'm not a top. Doesn't mean I didn't have fun though. Hehehe."
"But you don't regret last week?" Finn persisted.
"Not a second," Cody replied, "To be honest, I was side-eyeing you for that tweet about Sami earlier...not subtle at all girl."
"Ooooops..." Finn sucked his thumb but his green eyes glittered, suggesting he was not sorry at all...almost like he WANTED to be found out, "Well he was at my house for Valentines...Stuart couldn't be bothered."
"Finny..." sighed Cody.
"Cody, you fucked me through the mattress last week whilst taking Sami's cock. You can't pretend it didn't happen."
"I guess not, I should own my messiness," Cody admitted.
"You should. Who wants to be white picket fence and normal?"
"You did," Cody reminded him, "You were flashing that engagement ring around like a trophy to anyone who stood still long enough before Christmas. What changed?"
"I did it to please my family.." Finn confessed after a pregnant pause, "And sometimes feelings change. You should know."
"Finny we should discuss this in detail another time. Preferably not at work."
"True, when's your next day off?"
"You're not getting in my pants a third time," Cody warned, "This dick is under lock and key from your mitts for good."
"I think I OD'd on it last week anyway," Finn said, "And it's just to hang out, I promise. I love spending time with you. Plus who knew Sami would become such a fucking good top? Omigod...we're at it all the time, especially now I'm healed up. He's really getting into it."
"Do you love him?" challenged Cody, before hurriedly gathering himself and backpedalling at the glower Finn gave him, "Just...knowing how easily you can fall for guys? Not trying to make drama or anything..but having known you for this past year."
"As a friend," Finn said, "But put it this way...I'm starting to come around to the idea that monogamy is extremely overrated."
"Polyamory is underrated. Open relationships are the way forward," Cody replied, "But. It's your life."
"I'm 34," Finn shrugged, "I can handle it. Promise we'll stop talking about it now?"
"Sure, cos I spy a Paige with the re-united Team BAE in tow," Cody said, "Interrogation time, yo'."
"Sneaking around...please tell me you've finally got it together!" Sasha was grinning from ear to ear, her lurid magenta hair was practically lighting up the entire room like a beacon.
"Friends not allowed to talk?" Cody raised his manicured eyebrow.
"Stop it, LC," Paige mock-scolded.
"So Fergal," Becky rounded on her former coach, "I want the truth."
"Truth about what?" Finn grinned coyly.
"Finny, we can't lie," Cody said, recoiling under the excitable stare of The Boss, "Yes Becky, you probably guessed just like Paige did..."
"Okay I'm gonna just pass out right here," gushed Sasha, "So you two dating now or what?"
"No," Cody said firmly.
"What?! Why?"
"Because, they were very naughty boys," Paige said, "Not only did they get it on, but there was a third party involved."
"Barrett?" Sasha asked.
"No..." Becky folded her arms, "Fergal I can't believe you.."
"Sami, Coddles and I were in briefs the whole time...lets' just say Sami has hidden depths," Finn was shameless.
"Why was I not invited to this underwear party?" demanded Sasha, "So you two AND Zayn? Oh my God, that's the stuff fantasies are made from!"
"Men!" Paige complained, "You'll stop being impressed though Sasha when we tell you they were snorting coke off his coffee table."
"What?!" Sasha squealed.
"One off," Cody assured her, "Look...not ashamed...but can we keep it on the down-low? Just cos...certain people here in the company might use it to their advantage."
Sasha nodded. But hey, she was just enjoying the thought of them screwing right now.
"Typical messy gays," Paige said, mock-disapprovingly, "At least when lesbians play away, they do it with class."
"You are not a classy bird, Bevis," Becky snorted.
"I am! Just ask Summer!" pouted Paige, "I didn't throw ONE strop when Carrano told me I was putting her over!"
Finn's phone buzzed.
From: Sami
Missing your ass ;) *dick pic*
Finn went red and grinned mischeivously.
Cody's phone buzzed too.
A Whatsapp from Sami.
A photo taken by the redhead from above...fucking Finn from behind.
Okay Cody was hard in seconds.
And by the looks of his grey shorts, so was Finn.
In front of 3 girls.
This was NOT good.
The boys needed to get away fast.
Sasha spotted their collective flushing. And the tents. Well a girl could look. But then her phone buzzed.
From: Trinity
Gurl you coming to the match meeting or not?
She huffed. Damn it!
SHe tapped one back.
On my way x
"I better go and work out the best way to snatch BAD edges bald," she tossed back her lurid locks, "Come on Bex. Seeing as you're my tag partner Sunday. Well, I'll be slaying and you'll be doing all the donkey work."
"Christ, she's in Boss mode already," huffed Becky, "Fine, fine. Catch you ladies later."
Paige giggled as Cody and Finn huffed and pouted. Ladies indeed. The Demon and The Prince Of Dark Matter were the biggest divas in WWE. By a massive margin. They would double the ratings of Total Divas. She was still trying to find a way to get them both on the show. But Cody hated anything that pulled back the curtain and even Finn was a little old-school in that sense, having opted out of starring on Breaking Ground.
"I hope Boss mode extends to the bedroom!" Cody called after Becky and Sasha.
"You will never find out!" Sasha shot back.
"Hypocrite, she has video evidence of the first time we had sex," Finn complained, "How is that fair."
"The way you two reacted, well, mainly Finn, to Sunny's porno, I don't think you could handle a bit of lezza sex," Paige teased, enjoying herself enormously. All the jibes the boys gave her and Summer...time for payback, "Well, Little Cody might enjoy it, being the glorious depraved bisexual he is."
"Oh yeah, forgot he's had experience with gash," Finn sassed.
"SO have you," Cody shot back.
"I'll try anything once," Finn shrugged.
"Only time you've used your cock isn't it?" finished Paige.
FInn just blew a raspberry at her.
"I need a wee," he huffed, "COME."
"Hold his hand while he has a sit-down piss!" was Paige's parting shot.
Finn turned and flipped her the bird.
"Finny you don't need me to escort your ass to the bathroom," Cody complained.
"I wanted a break from Saraya, getting way too big for her boots today that one," Finn said, "Plus I need to do something about the tension in my pants."
"Go find Wade. Your fiancé."
"He'll be discussing boring manly things with his boring manly friends like beer, babes and footie," FInn bitched.
Real resentment in his voice, Cody noted. No wonder he was having an affair with Sami and arranged a threesome behind Wade's back. Clearly it wasn't soon-to-be-wedded-bliss.
"So what ya gonna do instead," snarked the ravenette, "Jack off in the stall whilst I stand outside?"
"Nope..." Finn pounced on Cody, devouring his lips. Cody kissed him back, testosterone over-ruling his head and all the thoughts of 'this is unbelievably risky and stupid' that were now flashing throuhg his brain.
Urgent hands grabbed at muscular bodies, fumbling at each other's workout shorts and whipping them down.
"SO horny.." Finn moaned.
"Me too.." Cody confessed, "So wrong..."
"But so right.." snarled the Irish minx, "Wanna fuck me?"
"Finny...Fergal...we can't..."
"What's stopping you..."
"Wade will break me limb from limb.."
"Never stopped you last week. Cody...you know what a wee slut I truly am..."
"But still...you're already juggling two dicks. Do you need a third in your life...*MOAN!*"
Finn was jerking Cody's cock with the most wicked smile on his pretty face, his green eyes sparkling. This was SO naughty and that was what turned the Gaelic deviant on like no other. He really thought Wade would be the answer to his prayers. But Cody and Sami...soz Wade...cheers for the ring and the lovely romantic gestures...but that just wasn't doing it for Finn these days.
Cody slapped Finn's hand away.
"Want me to finger you instead?" asked Finn, "I can do that."
"Still sore from yesterday," Cody moaned, though some more dick would be nice. Damnit, why was Stephen such a sex God in bed and so fucking FAR away from him? Vince needed to hurry the eff up and get the actor written back onto WWE television so he'd be on the road with Cody damnit. Finn was very good with his hands though..and his mouth..and he did have a nice dick.
Finn sunk to his knees, his eyes fixed upon Cody as he slowly took the younger man's impressive cock into his mouth.
"Fuck.." Cody whimpered, "We shouldn't..."
"You want it.." Finn released him to lick all up and down the shaft, before planting tender kisses upon Cody's prominent V-lined...that skin was soft all over...felt simply incredible against his arse cheeks..different from Sami's but not in a bad way.
"We're such whores.." Cody mewled as Finn climbed back to his feet, grinding their cocks together before whining at him for more kisses.
"I...*kiss*...don't care...*kiss*...we're men...men cheat *kiss*," Finn purred, "Oh man my arse is twitching..."
"No Finny. Lock and key.." Cody was beginning to realise resistance was futile.
"Just lay on the floor like the hot wee stud you are and let me do the work," Finn purred, "Clothes off, darlin."
"Do you call Sami that too?"
"Yup...darlin..*kiss*...shirt off. Want to touch those pecs."
"Only if you do the same girl..and not on this lino. I'm a classy whore."
"Oh me too," Finn pulled his shorts up, "Let's find a box room."
"There's a couple of storage rooms near the female talent area," Cody whispered, "C'mon...you are such a bad influence on me."
"I know...great isn't it? Just think if Sami hadn't managed to land me this job.."
"You would have gotten here anyway..you have the talent and looks to be a HUGE star.." beamed Cody, devouring his lips once more.
"So do you...if I was running this joint, you'd be on your third World title run by now," FInn purred, "God I'm so horny..."
"Me too, fuck...thought Stephen fucked me dry yesterday...I had to stop doing squats in the gym earlier cos it hurt me so much...he almost ripped me in half...I should get Brandi to throw water in his face more often if it means he fucks me like that."
"Fuck me like he fucked you," Finn grabbed Cody's face for some more fierce kisses, "Give me a demo...a visceral demo..." He bit on Cody's bottom lip. Hard. Since beginning this menage-a-trois (he knew Cody wouldn't be able to resist him...Finn might have played it a bit modest and coy a year ago but he knew exactly how pretty he was and how he got men all worked up! He was hot and boy did he know it. Abs and a jolly Irish drawl got him dick without even trying to work for it and had done so throughout his long career. He was a grade 1 slut and he didn't give a fuck.), Finn had unleashed his wanton side. So much more fun than being good yet boring little wifey to Wade. It may have appealed last year but not now. Not when his two best friends were a hot otter and a studly Southern jock who was hung like a porn star.
"OK...you asked for it," Cody snarled, wrestling the nearest door open and flicking on the light.
Carrano's office. Empty.
"Kinky bitch," Finn grinned, "I've done it in the booking office before."
"So have I, when I was sleeping with Ziggler behind Ted's back in 09," Cody smirked back.
"We're such two faced bitches," Finn's grin just got wider.
"Oh yes. Look after number one in wrestling. Learned that as a kid," Cody said, "Strip and bend over that table."
"Yes boss," Finn moaned, removing his Balor Club tee, grey shorts, white ankle socks and blue and white pumps. He had on a black, white and red faux-leather jock.
"You actually have underwear on, shocking," Cody snarked.
"Barcode Backless Bum Briefs," Finn said, "Like them?"
"I fucking love and want," Cody snapped the red and white elastic against Finn's incredible ass cheek, "You fill them out very nicely."
"Got them off CloneZone. Never worn them for Stuart. Only Sami. And you. Hehehehe."
"Slut. Buy me some."
"Buy them yourself, main roster bitch."
"I said, BUY ME SOME," Cody snarled into Finn's ear.
"Sorry boss, right away," Finn whimpered.
"Good boy. Bend over and show me that hole." Oooh this was fun! Stephen Amell had made Cody his bitch yesterday as revenge for the Comic Con stunt which set up their Mania match! He'd made Cody put a jock on (the very same one the Georgian had given Stephen after their very first encounter post-SummerSlam) and then got tough on him. Cody had LOVED it. And now he was re-creating it on Finn. How appropiate the Irishman had decided to wear a jock/backless briefs today!
Finn pulled his cheeks apart.
Cody stripped off his Nike vest and navy shorts along with his trainers so he was naked too and sunk to his knees and began to eat Finn's ass out like it was his death row meal. COdy did like to rim and Finn had the most delectable booty. THe Irishman brought out a side of Cody few men had - his dom!top!side. He was usually happy being a bossy power bottom but with Finn, he seemed to experience a major personality change. Oh well, he was officially a practicer of polygamy now, so why not just go with it? The sexual tension had simmered between them for so long and he'd already fucked Finn twice. He was married to a woman, had a man he adored, and now...a boy. Finn might be 4 years his senior, but he was shorter. And had more submissive tendencies.
Finn was moaning and whimpering as Cody rimmed. Oh God...he was such a bad boy. But he didn't care. And Sami wasn't stupid - he knew Finn would be out to grab a piece of Cody.
Cody climbed back to his feet. He spat on his hand and slicked his cock up. Just like Stephen did. Yaaaaaaas. Finn would regret this. Cody was six foot and jacked. Finn was five-something and 190 at best. He wouldn't be able to walk for days.
"Sure you want this? I'm bigger than you and my ass is still sore as fuck," Cody whispered.
"I'm from Ireland, they don't make 'em wimpy there," Finn whined, popping his booty out willingly, "Do your worst."
SLAP.
"What's the magic word?" Cody snarled. Eerie. He himself had tried to sass out Stephen and got punished with this exact question and a good hard ass slap.
"Please boss. Please ravish me just like your boyfriend did to you."
Cody sucked his two fingers and inserted them into Finn. Traces of lube...the SLUT. He'd had sex already today. But with whom? Wade...or Sami? Had Finn even CALLED Wade today? What a whore. Shameless whore at that.
"What's this? Pre-lubed?" Cody hissed.
"Yeah...Sami and I did it before I left for the airport..he used a condom though.."
"ANd you still have the lube traces, you are a total slut."
"I know boss. Make me pay."
SLAP.
COdy lined up. So much for telling Finn he wasn't getting back in his pants! They were totally moral-less skanks and to be honest, proud of it. It was what set the Three Amigos apart from the whole company.
Finn pulled his cheeks apart and COdy pushed inside.
Ow. Fuck it hurt. But they needed to get this over with. Before they were caught! But this was just turning both of them on even more. Cody knew that he'd end up sleeping with Finn regularly. Fighting the sexual tension between them was just too much like hard work these days. And Cody felt more comfortable topping Finn than he ever did Stephen. Probably because Finn was short.
And because he took dick like a fucking pro. Plus Cody had seen how a massive bottom like Sami had taken to tapping dat ass.
Cody wasted no time, just like Stephen did to him and began to pound the little slut hard and fast, pulling the top of his faded dark brown hair. Finn began to moan and whimper with joy. Oh yes! His g-spot was being hit perfectly! That was the way to fuck! Oh yes please, more! He pushed his arse back so Cody could get buried balls-deep inside him.
"Sssssh..." snarled Cody. Finn was such a screamer.
"Shut me up then."
Cody yanked Finn up hard and furiously kissed him. Stephen had just let him scream the place down! But that wasn't in the talent relations office at the Raw arena! Recalling yesterday's epic sex was only fuelling his orgasm closer. This wasn't going to take long.
He pulled out.
"HEY!"
Cody climbed onto the table.
"Jock off, climb on," he smiled.
Finn ripped his jockstrap off and scrambled onto the table, straddling Cody.
"So...*kiss*...hot!" he moaned.
"Yes you are...Fergal," Cody mewled back, kissing him some more.
Finn climbed off and fumbled in his shorts pocket for his phone. Sami would appreciate photos! He resumed his place on Cody's stomach before wriggling back a touch, lifting his arse, and carefully impaling himself on, hissing at the re-entry pain before sliding down.
"Ohhh...fuck you fill me up so good.." he whined, taking a selfie where he was clearly visible riding Cody, before taking another one of Cody's face to prove whom he was riding. He sent them to Sami.
"Fuck yeah...ride that dick hard," Cody grunted, grabbing Finn's hands and interlocking their fingers, "Oh fuck you're such a slut.."
"I am a slut boss...I love your dick boss.." Finn whimpered between borderline screams, his prostate being well and truly abused...he was getting VERY close...too close, "AHh...ahh...oh Cody darlin I think m'gonna...please..."
He looked so beautiful Cody wasn't going to last either.
"Ahhh! AHHH! oh my God...SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD! I think...ahhhh ahhh..." Finn was SO close he couldn't bear it much longer..his abs were tense, his skin on fire..
Cody felt the Irish minx squeeze his hands tight before a piercing scream split the air and his abs, pecs and face were showered with wet warmth as Finn exploded satisfyingly...oh God this FELT SO GOOD! The NXT Champion kept on riding, urging Cody to cum inside him. He needed it to feel completed...
"Fuck...gonna...ohmygosh...you're so hot...ahhh ahh..."
"Please.." gasped FInn, "Please shoot your load inside me."
Cody began to thrust up and down in earnest, trying to urge his orgasm out...just as the door opened...
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!" came another Irish-accented roar that wasn't the man on top of Cody.
Sheamus could not believe his eyes or his ears. He'd only gone to double check his match with Carrano...he had NOT expected to find THIS. What the actual fuck?! Neville was right.
Finn was white. His jaw dropped.
NO! Of all their co-workers to walk in...Sheamus! Wade's best mate and Finn's fellow Dublin native! And they were in-flagrante. Both stark naked, on top of the desk. No way could this be a 'misinterpretation'.
Finn climbed off Cody hurriedly, the ravenette covering his still-hard cock. Too late really. Sheamus had seen everything. And he was revolted. Pair of dirty little sluts. Both of them. No wonder Finn was keen to dump Wade with him and Neville to go hang with Cody. Sheamus should have seen it from the off.
Maybe Cesaro had suspected they were fucking and that's why they used to pick on him?
It was all falling right into place now.
Finn was yanking his shorts on.
Cody was just laying on the table. What was the point? He was red, sheened in sweat with Finn's congealing load all over his upper body. He couldn't pretend this didn't happen.
Finn thrust Cody's shorts at him. The ravenette pulled them on to at least hide his softening cock from Sheamus.
Sheamus, furious, slammed the door shut.
"What the fuck?" he erupted, "How long as this been going on?!"
"Do you care?" Cody deadpanned.
"Yes. I fucking care a lot...the fuckin...hack of the pair'o'ya!" snarled the red-heaired Irishman, "That's my best mate he's fucking cheating on!"
"You can't tell him!" Finn gasped, "You can't! You won't!"
"Why the hell shouldn't I? You fucking WHORE!"
Sheamus, wildeyed, went to punch the NXT Champion but Cody dived in first, and put him in one hell of an armlock.
"I don't think so, just remember I once dated the guy who witnessed you get overpowered by Yoshi Tatsu!" the Georgian snarled, "Back the fuck up Farrelly."
"Get off me you sket," Sheamus spat, "I should have fucking KNOWN you two were fucking."
Finn folded his arms. Maybe it was the excess hormones flowing in his veins after this pretty damn good shag but for some reason he was feeling fearless.
"You got a problem? He's ten times better than your so-called best mate," he hissed, "Cody gets me. Sami gets me."
"You WHAT?!" roared Sheamus, "You've been fucking Zayn too?!"
"Wake up, you really think I was gonna settle for a uselessly injury-prone thug like BArrett?!" Finn scoffed.
"I fucking took him RING SHOPPING for you..!" Sheamus was nose-to-nose with his defiant countryman, "You fucking USED him?!"
"Yep. Stay pressed ginger, jealousy's an ugly look," Finn snarled, "I know you want me for yourself."
Sheamus went even whiter but continued to stare Finn down.
"In. Your. Dreams," he growled, "Stuey deserves to know what a fucking whore he's gonna marry. He fucking asked your family for your hand in marriage."
"Pathetic wasn't it? Still I appreciated the gesture," Finn clapped back, before pulling his engagement ring off his finger, "Well as you're here.."
Even Cody was taken aback. Wow. Finn's true colours. He always deep-down suspected Finn was laying on the stuff with Wade a bit thick.
"You fucking bastard.." Sheamus snarled, disgusted, "Give me one good reason why I don't go and tell Stuey right now exactly what you are."
"Who would he believe? His jealous best mate or his FIANCE," Finn flashed an evil smile, "You got no leg to stand on...mate."
Realising that unfortunately Finn was right, Sheamus huffed and backed up. What a self-serving little bitch. Back in Dublin all those years ago when he'd first met young, hungry, talented Fergal Devitt, Sheamus had had no idea this was what he'd become. Even when the NXT CHampion first signed and they'd gone to the pub for a catch up, he'd really thought the indie gossips were wrong. Turns out they were 100% correct about Finn.
Fuming, the flame-haired Irishman stormed out of the office.
Finn exhaled.
"This was a stupid idea," Cody sighed, "We're in deep shit."
"Meh, saves me the bother of breaking up with Stuart," Finn shrugged, "Thank you for stopping him from hitting me."
"You went too far though Finny...are you really just using Wade?"
"No I've just fallen out of love...moved too fast...I did like him. But it dawned on me that I don't love him as much as I thought. ANd the novelty of having the ring wore off...he's not one of my amigos...I just have more in common with you and Sami than anyone else in the business."
"If that's what makes you happy," Cody sighed, "I can't stop you can I?"
"No. You can't."
Finn took Cody's face and began to kiss him tenderly.
Cody kissed him back.
"You're a much better kisser than Stuart," Finn smiled.
"Stop comparing..." Cody groaned, "And...ahh...stop...stroking...ahhh.."
"You need to release," Finn said, sinking to his knees, "Least let me finish you off, sweets."
He was shameless! Cody didn't know whether to find this hot or horrifying!
"Where would you like it? Down your throat? Or in your ass?" Cody found himself growling.
"Well, may as well.." Finn got to his feet and dropped his shorts, bending over the table.
"You're lying. No way man, this is bollocks," Neville was running his hands through his tied-back hair, pacing the floor of the mens' room.
"I know what I saw," Sheamus hissed grimly, "Literally, on the bloody table...Rhodes was on his back, Devitt riding him like a bitch on heat."
"I should have known...no wonder Sami chucked us!" Neville erupted, "I bet it was for Devitt too! I can't believe this. We've been mugs, the lot of us!"
"It's Rhode's wife I feel sorry for, he's always got a lad on the go," Sheamus snarled.
"There's nowt we can do mate," Neville sighed, "Reality is, who are we dealing with here? The late Dusty's boy and Triple H's pet project. They're untouchable."
"The way they used to pick on Claude and emasculated him so hard, I bet he spotted the signs and they didn't like it," Sheamus spat.
"Yeah I remember, makes sense, doesn't it?" Neville replied, "We should tell Wade. It's not on, this."
"I can't," admitted Sheamus, "He won't believe me. He'll believe anything that slag Devitt tells him though. Doesn't help that I'm a little jealous."
"Pardon?!" spluttered Neville.
"I admitted to Stuey that I fancy Devitt a bit meself, well, I told Fandango too.." Sheamus avoided the Geordie's incredulous glare.
"Oh jesus, am I the only lad in wrestling that doesn't go through the obligatory fancying Fergal Devitt phase?!" Neville groaned, "You didn't actually go there did ya?!"
"No!" Sheamus insisted, "I like a real fella. With hairy bits. Not a wannabe lass. Just well, he's one of me own and he's got a good body that's all..."
"The lad's a slag and a half, who knows what STIs he's got!" Neville cried, "At least tell Barrett he should get clap tested."
"I didn't see a rubber johnny in that room either," Sheamus said, "Oh fuck...what if he's given Stuey the..."
"How do we tell him to get tested without him sussing us out?" Neville asked, "Oh jeez man, this is a mess. Why can't Cena be here, he'd know what to do."
"Looks like we're on our own," Sheamus groaned, "Jesus I hate this job sometimes."
Kevin Owens walked backstage, now a two-time Intercontinental Champion after a pretty hard-fought Fatal 5-way match.
"Awesome match," FInn Balor grinned, offering his hand to the big man.
"Thanks man," Kevin replied, unaware of the messiness going on earlier, "You should get called up soon."
"Happy where I am," Finn said, before shamelessly leaping onto Cody, wrapping his legs around him, much like Paige was often given to doing to Natalya on Total Divas.
"Finny...behave," Cody muttered.
"After that mindblowing sex you gave me earlier? You must be joking.." hissed Finn into his ear.
Cody was all too aware of the daggers being thrown in his direction from a fumingly jealous Dean Ambrose.
"He didn't even win?" Kevin was amused.
"So? He's my best friend!" pouted Finn.
"At least jump on the actual winner," smirked Kevin.
"OK," FInn climbed off Cody and leapt onto Kevin.
"I was kidding!" the Marieville native complained, "Ow...gerrofff...you're not exactly a featherweight you know man.."
"Awww you're such a cuddly cub, why do you have to be straight," Finn pouted, "You must be awesome to spoon against."
"Ask my wife if you must about my spooning ability, now kindly remove yourself," snorted Kevin. Sometimes his NXT title successor's behaviour totally eluded him. Same with Zayn.
Finn climbed off.
"He's scared I might turn him," he grinned to Cody, taking the ravenette's hand.
"His wife's prettier than you Finny, soz," Cody teased.
"Bitch." pouted Finn, folding his arms.
"Oh FOR FUCKS SAKE!" Dean had had enough, losing his title was enough without Balor making him want to vomit, "I'm gonna barf."
He stomped off.
"Me too man, you guys are gross," Dolph Ziggler was also revolted. Rhodes and Balor were just bitches as far as he was concerned. Plus he had no time for them for the way they treated Miz, especially Rhodes who used to be good friends with the Awesome One.
Finn took off after Dolph.
"Finny..." Cody sighed.
"Leave it," sighed Kevin, heaving his new title over his shoulder and walking back towards Catering.
Cody followed the Quebec native away to de-paint.
"Wanna say that again?!" FInn sassed, catching Dolph up.
"You're gross. And overrated." The former bleached blonde was defiant.
"You used to stick your dick in Miz's fat arse and I'm gross? You want your head seen to," Finn snarled.
"Just because I wouldn't fuck you when you signed," Dolph shot back, "Got no time for dramma queens in this biz."
He turned his back on the Irishman.
Big mistake.
Finn grabbed him by the hair and whipped him into the wall with a crash, Dolph crying out in pain.
"Have fun never getting into the main event," Finn dusted his hands off, "Bye bitch."
He sashayed away, pleased with himself, totally blanking Dean as he passed.
"Asshole," Dean muttered to himself before clocking Dolph, who was rubbing his head. Finn had yanked his hair pretty hard; "You OK there Ziggs?"
Dean and Dolph still had a fairly amiable working relationship considering they used to mess around a while back when Dean was separated from Seth.
"I hate Balor," Dolph grunted, "The prick just threw me into the wall because I said what half the roster thinks of him."
"I hate him too. He stole my friend," Dean said, "He's a fucking leech."
"WHy's he always here?" Dolph complained.
"Don't know, don't care," Dean shrugged, "You got robbed man, I'd have put the title on you not Owens."
"Thanks man, glad someone thinks I matter," Dolph replied, "Sick of the NXT internet darlings winning everything...present company excluded, obvs."
"Hey, I think I've more than paid my dues in my 3 years here," Dean said, "Sucks bad at the moment."
"What's sucky about heading into the World title scene? Least ya have Reigns to keep ya company," Dolph replied, "For what it's worth, I'm still sorry for how I treated you when we used yo...ya know, knock about."
"Ancient history, and sorry but you're not getting back in my pants," Dean flashed a coy smile at him.
"Worth a shot bro," Dolph smirked.
"Unlike most people separated from their husbands, wives, whatevers, I can keep my legs closed," Dean assured him, "Why don't you and Miz hook back up?"
"We work best as buds," Dolph replied, "Though we have been known to revist the past if ya get what I'm saying?"
"Fair enough," Dean said, "I'm gonna call Colby. Catch ya later."
"Laters broski."
Cleveland, OH, WWE Fastlane, 21 February 2016
Brie Bella was heading backstage after her match with Charlotte. She wasn't happy. She'd tried her utmost but for some reason things hadn't gone perfectly out there. Some fans (mostly men) had been distinctly audible making mean chants.
"Hey," Cody Rhodes said, who'd gone to meet them, having seen some unsavoury tweets directed at both women appear on the #DivasTitle tag.
"Hey, so how bad was that?" Brie groaned.
"Mick Foley backs you, a legend's opinion is worth ten trolls with 40 followers still pressed over AJ Lee," Cody assured her, "Don't worry. You're human. Not a robot."
"I sucked then didn't I?" Brie murmured.
"No. You didn't."
A slow clap sounded.
Both Brie and Cody looked up see a scornful Miz, dressed in his ridiculous hooded coat and full gear, approaching them like that infamous headcase off MTV's Catfish.
"Congratulations Blowjob Twin Numero Dos," he sneered, "Well done for proving that talent is most definitely not sexually transmitted."
"Explain then why when you fucked Ziggler you didn't improve in the ring?" Cody raised his eyebrows, "Oh and Cesaro. Lesnar. Neville. You do like to ride more talented dick than yourself and yet for some reason you still absolutely suck at wrestling, Mess."
"Oh well, at least fans will never have to sit through an extended piss break clusterfuck like she and Boxlotte put on when Sasha and Becky fought like MEN out there," Miz continued, "Corey is checking you so hard up there, Bella."
"At least I had a pay-per-view match," Brie tried to stand her ground.
"HAven't you got something more constructive to do, like steal someone else's boyfriend?" Cody deadpanned.
Miz got in his face, unafraid. He had receipts on this bitch.
"Bit rich coming from you," he spat.
"You know fuck all about me," snarled Cody.
"Then explain why in Anaheim you were caught fucking your Kardashian Sister in Carrano's office?" Miz said triumphantly.
Neville had told him everything in bed after last week's Smackdown tapings.
Brie's jaw dropped.
Cody paled. How the hell would Miz have known?! Sheamus wouldn't have told him, surely?
"I'm sure Eden would love to know this," Miz went on, "And Dillinger, or Amell, or whomever your side dick is this week?"
"Prove it, Mess."
"Oh I don't need to. Remember Corey knows Robbie E who will easily hack yours and his iClouds."
"What will he do, tell MAthews?" snorted Cody, "Bitch, pipe down and take several seats."
Miz just sneered and swaggered cockily away, pleased that he'd gotten his nemesis all worried. He could tell Cody was shitting his pants underneath his bravado. He'd known Cody long enough during their brief friendship when he was faking it.
Brie turned to Cody.
"Is that true?" she asked.
"Yep.." Cody sighed, "Look Brie, appreciate you caping but.."
"Oh no, what and who you do is none of my business," Brie shrugged, "As long as my sister doesn't get hurt in all of this.."
"Why would she?"
"I dunno, you're a touch unpredictable," Brie sighed, "Shouldn't you be worried about what Miz might do?"
"Stupid fat ho will get distracted by a new dick before the night's over," Cody sassed, "He doesn't scare me and never has. Sooner you learn that Brianna, the sooner you'll stop letting him and his sidekicks get to you."
Dean Ambrose, bruised, battered and truly tired out from his intense match with Brock and Roman, headed into the locker room to grab a quick shower before hitting the road with his Samoan best friend. Seeing as Cody couldn't see past Balor's ass, the Cincinnati native had really come to value Roman's friendship over the months since Seth had gone out with his serious knee injury.
He stripped off his vest and jeans before grabbing a bottle of Axe from his sports bag.
"Hey man," came the deadpan grunt of the Samoan.
"Sup Rome, just gonna grab a shower before we hit the road," Dean replied.
"Think I'll do the same," Roman replied.
"There's no stalls," Dean mumbled.
Roman snickered. The amount of compromising positions he'd suffered in the Shield days and now Dean was being modest? He'd walked in on Seth and Dean inflagrante at least twice. If that couldn't kill him, what could? He was a laid back sort of guy.
"What's the sweat for man?" he said, "I've seen everything you've got before."
"I didn't MEAN for you to walk in all those times," pouted Dean.
Roman just shrugged.
Dean peeled off his Pump! briefs and turned on the shower. Did he mind ROman getting a view of his ass? Perhaps not. There was simply no getting away from the fact that Roman was one hell of an attractive man. But he was a married father with a beautiful daughter.
Roman undressed and switched on the shower next door. He was a modern man, totally comfortable with his sexuality and a naked dude close by didn't really bother him.
"How's the patient healing up?" he asked, oh so casually as Dean goggled. That BODY. Dean wasn't that thirsty for Roman but he couldn't not notice what a sculpted, inked, olive-skinned Adonis the former champion was.
"DOing good," mumbled Dean, standing with one leg in front of the other to hide his growing erection. He couldn't help it, he'd even admitted to Seth during their daily Facetimes that he'd snuk a look at Roman and apologised profusely. Seth had just laughed it off - the Architect was willing to accept anything that may happen on the road - Dean was spending long arduous nights and weeks away from him and Seth knew more than anyone about Dean's hormones. If Roman got bi-curious and Dean allowed the Samoan to experiment on him, Seth was cool with that. He'd just get some fun out of teasing Dean for once being jealous over the prospect of Seth lusting after the Samoan.
"I know ya miss him man," Roman replied, oh so casually swiping his Axe to lather up his silken ebony mane of hair.
Dean couldn't help but STARE.
He was so hard right now.
"Yeah," he whimpered, "Place isn't the same without Colby here..."
"What went down with you and Rhodes by the way man?" asked Roman," THought you and him were tight as fuck?"
"He's too busy fucking Prince Devitt," spat Dean, "I HATE that prick. I don't care how good he is in the ring, the guy's a mother-fucking leech."
"Most of the guys in the locker room are getting pissed with him being on the road all the time," Roman admitted, "He doesn't bother me but they're always bitchin' back there. Hunter's pet though isn't he?"
"Yeah. They're like the damn Mean Girls, or they wanna be," fumed Dean.
"You should say something bro," Roman grunted, rinsing the foam from his long hair, "Don't let Devitt come between you."
"Can't be bothered," Dean huffed, "If they want to cheat on their boyfriends.."
"Are they actually screwing?" Roman raised an eyebrow.
"They even piss together, you tell me that is normal for two guys who are 'just friends'?!" Dean made snarky air quotes.
"I dunno, gay guys are a mystery to me," Roman shrugged, now soaping his adonis-like form up...oh God. Pure torture for Dean, who turned to hide his boner.
"We're not that different," he mumbled, checking out Roman's big muscular man ass. Looked like it'd be hot to grab whilst Roman was...NO DEAN. Stop being such a messy, thirsty whore. Don't be like Cody or Finn. Gross messes.
"So when do ya reckon the suffering sockatash will get down on one knee?" teased Roman.
"Rome. Never say those two words again. They almost ruined your career," Dean complained.
"It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard which is what makes it funny," Roman shrugged, "And cos it annoys ya, man."
"I want you to be taken as a legit threat in the ring," Dean insisted, "And in answer to your question, I'm gonna let Colby do it when he's ready."
"You're already 30 man, don't wanna be an old maid!" Roman smirked.
"Stop rubbing your perfect life in my face, Reigns," pouted Dean as his friend turned the shower off. What a fucking body. Dean wanted Roman to stay (so he could perv) but go (so he could release the tension that had built up. He needed a fuck so bad. But he'd sooner die than cheat on Seth whilst he was injured. But quite frankly he'd be happy to lay back on these tiles, open his legs and tell Roman to tear him in two...fuck.
"Man you gonna be much longer?" asked Roman, towelling up, "We gotta get going."
Dean switched the shower off.
"Oh GOD.." Roman looked away as he got a full frontal of Dean's hard cock. Not at this time of night. Not when there was a long drive ahead.
"Do you mind?" Dean went scarlet, "I'm not that ugly, thanks, man."
"God, just get yo ass to Rollins and make him fuck the living daylights out of you just to stop you being so stroppy!" Roman groaned.
"Who's to say I want Colby to..." Dean covered his mouth. What the HELL?! ENgage brain!
Roman turned back to Dean and curled his lip in that heart-melting smirk.
"I'm not into dudes man, not even curious," he said, "You know that when you came onto me after one whiskey too many last month."
"I wish you'd let me forget that," Dean was so red and his voice was quiet.
"I'm flattered, really man," Roman said, "I'm gonna go get our bags...you...sort ya self out. Catch ya in ten."
He walked out, shaking his head to go and redress.
Dean looked down at his rigid cock that refused to go down. Then down at the Axe.
Fuck it. He had to do something.
He lay on the cold wet tiles. Not comfortable. But necessary. He squirted plenty of the fragrant shower gel onto two fingers and opened his long smooth legs.
"Ohhhhh..." he moaned as he entered himself, "Fuck yeah."
Dean began to finger his ass in earnest, the other hand jerking his cock feverishly. Picturing Roman walking back in and pushing him against the wall before forcing himself on him. He'd had some pretty dark but wild dreams about the Samoan...even rape fantasies...one particularly vivid one involved Roman taking all his frustrations at the fans refusal to cheer for him out on Dean after the Ohio native goaded him...Roman had called him every derogatory slur under the sun and Dean had gotten off on it. So much so that when he woke up he'd cum within five seconds, barely touching his cock.
Doing Dirty Deeds on Roman had turned Dean on. Wrestling Roman tonight had turned Dean on. And having to hide it from Lesnar (who may be homophobic but of course Dean knew the big blonde beast had been knocking Miz off several times in 2015) to boot. Lesnar had even snarked during the match that Dean and ROman should just get it the hell over with!
If even a lug like Lesnar spotted Dean's developed lust for his on-screen and real life best friend...he bet the fans were writing page after page of slash about them. Well Dean didn't bet...he KNEW. Because he'd read a few and jerked off over them. Again confessing this to Seth who'd just taken the piss out of him. WHy was Seth cool with it? He should be jealous and this was pissing Dean off. Seth should be claiming his man - if Dean thought anyone was trying to get into Seth's pants he would be COMING for them hard and dragging them to hell and back by the hair, damnit!
Dean continued to moan and pleasure himself. He was so turned on he wasn't going to last.
"Ohh yeah Roman, fuck me man, just like that...treat me like a fuckin' ring rat," he whined as he fingered and jerked some more, "Fuck yeah man, slap my ass...fuck yeah! I'm a ring rat Rome...all for you man...fuck yeah like my tight ass? Better than pussy huh? Fuck YEAH...oh fuck ROme, you're gonna make me cum...oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck...OHHHHHH!"
Dean convulsed and erupted volcanically all over his wet, naked torso...oh wow he was coming pretty hard...it had been a vivid fantasy.
Oh that felt good.
He lay back on the lino to bask in the afterglow. Mmmmm. Roman. What a hunk. What a beautiful studly lump of a man.
After a few more minutes to recover, Dean silently turned the shower back on to clean his release from his body before drying himself off and re-dressing. Once he was dressed, he dialled Seth.
"Hey," came the former WWE WOrld Champ's voice, "SLobberknocker of a match as per usual Jonny.."
"Thanks Sethie.." Dean replied, "Sorry I didn't call sooner."
"You deserve to be back in the World title picture," Seth said, "I can't wait to come back in."
"I hope they don't bust you down the card," Dean said, "I want you in the title picture more if I'm in it."
"You, me and Rome, man," Seth replied, "You're gonna kill it at Mania too. I see a match with Lesnar on the cards."
"He's alright once you work with him," Dean said.
"Mm," grunted Seth.
"I don't want to sleep with him Colby!" snapped Dean.
"Did I say that?" Seth replied, "I just think you're more deserving of the title than him that's all Jonny. Who ya riding with tonight?"
"Rome of course..."
"You still not made it up with Rhodes?"
"Don't want to. Not while his head is that far up Balor's ass."
"Balor's legit, man," Seth said, "You need to stop being jealous of him."
"I am not jealous of that two-faced backstabbing leech!" snarled Dean.
"You are," Seth replied casually, "Written all over your face and in your voice."
"Meh. Whatever. Over it."
"Jonny, whenever you get called out on shit you always throw a big hissy fit."
"I'm tired and I hurt, Lopez. Have some fucking consideration for those of us who are still busting our asses nightly."
"Look," Seth hissed down the phone, "I know you want sex but ya know I'm committed to rehabbing. Much as I want to..gotta stay committed."
"As per usual your career comes before your boyfriend," Dean snapped.
"Jonny. Stop being such an over emotional bitch for once and just tell me what the hell's bothering you!" Seth lost his patience. No time for a Dean tempter tantrum, "I know you wanna sleep with Rome and that's cool. I know what the road's like."
"I do not want to sleep with Roman."
"Liar. You admitted it to me Jonny. And watching your match tonight...you basicaly spent the majority of time between spots checking him out."
"Colby...you must hate me," Dean whispered.
"I don't...you're a dude, so's Rome. Shit happens," Seth said, "It's the gamble I took when I signed off with this mother fucking knee. I'm not mad at it. If you wanna play with Rome, I'm cool with it. You can't take a vow of celibacy."
"I'd like to think some of us on this roster aren't moral-less sluts," Dean spat, "I've still got a reputation, remember."
"Meh, if guys wanna talk about who you were 5 years ago they ain't worth it," Seth replied, "Roman's a hot guy man. If you wanna go there to ease the pain, then, well, I'm happy if it makes you happy."
Dean was half thrilled Seth was basically giving him the green light, but half devastated because it sounded like Seth might have his eyes on someone back in Iowa...
"What's his name? Or her name?" he blurted out.
"Huh?"
"The person you wanna fuck so you're giving me your blessing to sleep with Rome?"
"There's nobody!" Seth spluttered, "I haven't got time...rehab is legit what I fill my days with. As you well know. Look you should get your ass back on the road. I'll call you tomorrow morning. Love you Jonny."
"Love you too Colby...mean that. Night."
"Night."
Seth hung up.
Dean sighed heavily. So if things did escalate with Roman over a bottle of Jack Daniels one night then at least his conscience was clear. But he didn't want to compromise his and Seth's solid relationship again. Not after the mess that resulted from Dean getting jealous about Seth hiding his initial heel turn back in the day. Dean didn't want people thinking he was still the whorish Moxley. THat part of him was dead.
But Roman had gotten him SO worked up. Should he ply the Samoan with whiskey and slip into his pants? No. Because then it would impact Roman's wife and daughter and Dean did not want to be a side hoe. He'd been there too often on the indies. He decided that next time he had a couple of days off he was going back to Iowa and spending time with Seth. Maybe he could get Seth to role play as Roman? That'd be hot...
He sighed again as he wandered out of the arena into the parking lot to find the rental he and Roman were driving for tonight.
Firstly, sorry it's been a stupidly long time. Writer's block (apart from the Break The Rules 1-shot which by now I think has played a bigger part in this chapter than I planned!) plus other life stuff got in the way.
Nice to write Dean again. I know, a teasing whiff of Ambreigns is a touch clichéd but come on, anyone can see it. While the cat's away and all..
I'm so sorry but Coddles and FInn. Even if you hate them, you have to see it; - the sexual tension between their characters can barely be contained at the best of times. And I'm definitely warming more and more to FinnZayn as a pairing now we know Barrett's days in WWE are numbered, plus Finn's RL Instagram posts don't help! Finnade was fun for a while but I think naughty, slutty!Finn is much more exciting to write. He's a very unpredictable character and that's what I wanted from the off.
I'm now impatiently awaiting Stephen Amell's return to WWE TV for the Mania match with Coddles so we can have some more COdy getting speared by the Arrow ;) He enjoys sex with Finn because it's so different (i.e he has to top! :P) from any other man he's had. But he WORSHIPS Amell. Like seriously. I understate how much he loves Stephen ;) I hope that comes through!