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.

50. Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Well this is the final chapter of this fic...but it's not the end. I'm going to continue the storylines into a new chaptered fic. Probably called 'Total Superstars' as that was the 'alternative title' to this.

So what will Sheamus do? Will he tell Wade? Or has he got other plans? After all, no sign of a returning Cesaro...as of yet.

OMFG SAMI IS ON THE MAIN ROSTER NOW YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS. Which means Finn will be happy ;) But how will he hide his affair(s) from Wade with Sheamus and Sami's ex Neville on the warpath. And to think poor Kevin Owens will have to deal with all of this drama now he's starting a program with Sami and Neville! And Finn had a match with Neville on NXT too...oh dear. I should sell the rights of this fic to E! :P

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7 March 2016, Chicago, IL, Raw

Two of the membersof the League Of Nations, Wade Barrett and Sheamus along with fellow lad Neville, were sat in Catering at the arena, having touched down in Punk's home city earlier than a great many of the roster. Pre-show workouts all done, it was chill and food time.

Both Sheamus and Neville had kept schtum about the discovery the Irishman had made a fortnight ago - that Wade's beloved fiancé Finn Balor had been cheating on him.

"Weird to see you here without wifey-to-be," Sheamus was being a little-too-obvious in his jovial cracks.

"He doesn't come with me to every Raw," Wade grunted, "Wish you'd stop taking the piss mate, it's getting really old."

"Had a brilliant match with him last week," Neville said, "Well, last month or whenever it was filmed...was good to work him again."

"Yeah man," Wade grunted, "I was there at those tapings, remember, cos you wanted backup incase your gobby ex kicked off."

"Yeah, that was fun..not," deadpanned Neville, "Can we not?"

"Must hurt though," Wade said, "Finding out you've been dating a slag."

SHeamus almost choked on his water.

Neville avoided Wade's eyes. Oh shit. Had they both been obvious?

"Bit harsh Stuey?" Sheamus raised an eyebrow.

"Well I feel sorry for old Nev, Zayn sliming all over Hugo Knox..remember he's still best mates with Fergal so I have to tolerate him being at our house. God help us when they both debut."

"Hugo Knox?" Neville snorted, "Didn't realise Rami was still interested in that failed goalie. Don't feel sorry for me mate, I'm well shot of him."

Sheamus shot him a look.

"Sup guys," came a Canadian accent. Neville scowled as he legit thought it was a speak-of-the-devil moment and his ex had swaggered over. But luckily it was Sami's fellow Quebec-native, Kevin Owens.

"Alright Kev, have a seat mate," Wade shuffled up one as the burly bearded man perched next to him.

"Neville man, it';s you and me tonight," Kevin said.

"Cool, always good," Neville said, "Wanna go through stuff now?"

"Er...there's something you need to know," Kevin's expression gave it away.

"I'm sensing bad news," Wade raised an eyebrow.

"You're the expert Stuey," Sheamus jeered.

"Fuck off," Wade shot him a V-sign.

"What?" groaned Neville, "Tell me it's not what I think it is...for the love of God.."

"Sami's debuting again, to rescue you from me," Kevin said grimly, "I mean, I haven't got a problem with that but I don't want you two fucking it up by taking your baggage out there."

"What do you take me for?!" spluttered Neville, "I'm not the drama queen here."

"I think I'd have preferred it when you and him were still a couple," Kevin sighed.

"Only because you used to laugh when he bollocked me!" complained Neville.

"Well it was entertaining," Kevin shrugged, "Anyway man, thought I'd best give you the heads up."

"Has he always been an emasculating bitch?" asked Sheamus.

"Sami slash Generico has always been a drama queen, but he's a good friend," Kevin said, "I've had to be there to clean up some of his messy gay shenanigans before. He and Devitt are cut from the same cloth."

"OI!" barked Wade, "Watch your gob, that's my fiancé."

"You're taking on one hell of a challenge man," chuckled Kevin.

"Kev, shall we get this over with, I may as well face Sami sooner rather than later," groaned Neville, "Catch you lads in a while."

"Enjoy," teased Wade.

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Neville followed Kevin down the breeze block corridors towards some wires boxes. The Geordie was not looking forward to coming face-to-face with his ex again.

"Where were you Kevin, I've been waiting?" pouted Sami Zayn, folding his arms.

"Sorry, had to fetch someone.." Kevin replied.

"Ben," Sami said brusquely.

"Rami," snapped back Neville, folding his arms.

Kevin rolled his eyes.

"For Gods sake.." he huffed, "Can't you both just be men about this?"

"I will, if HE does," snarled Neville.

"How's Miz, Ben?" Sami sassed cattily, staring at his nails, "Enjoying sharing him with half the roster?"

Neville let out a derisive snort. What colour was Sami's pot?! He was incredulous.

"Could say the same about your current shag," he retorted.

"Don't even try and come for Hugo, Ben," Sami clapped back, "Because I will read you right here in front of Kevin. Don't make me do that."

"Guys.." Kevin sighed.

"Does Hugo know you've been nicking other lads' fellas?" Neville went straight for the kill.

"And just what do you mean by that, Ben Satterly," Sami got in his ex's face.

Kevin covered his face in his hands. It was going every bit as bad as he'd imagined. Dear God. And he thought women loved the drama! But then he'd known Sami for 13 years.

"I dunno, maybe, the lad I faced on NXT telly last week?" Neville said, "I'd love to see you justify this to Barrett, a fucking bare knuckle fighter."

"Can we NOT?!" barked Kevin, "We're at work. Can we focus on WRESTLING and not your petty couple drama?"

"I'm not even started with him yet," Sami gave the Intercontinental Champion a Maryse hand, "It is none of your business WHO I sleep with, Satterly. Just because you're that ugly the best you can get is Miz, don't dump that on me."

"I dunno what the hell I ever saw in ya man, really I don't," Neville spat, "You're a selfish, petty little slag who is just out for what he can get."

"You done yet, Mighty Mouse?" sassed Sami, checking his nails once more, "Only Fergal's waiting for me."

"YOU.." Neville was furious and went to punch his bitchy ex but Kevin dived in and put him in a vicious armlock.

"Calm down," snarled the IC champion, "Just remember that's my friend you're about to punch. Want to get fired?"

Neville reluctantly wriggled out of Kevin's grip.

"I'll go through the match," he snarled, folding his arms, "But only if HE buggers off."

"What ya gonna do Ben, go crying to your buddies Barrett and SHeamus?" sneered Sami, "Who would they believe?"

"You're a nasty piece of work and so's Devitt. THe pair of you deserve each other," Neville said in disgust, "I fucking hate you."

Kevin wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. The drama was just too much.

"What's goin' on Sami?" came an Irish accent, and not one Neville wanted to hear. Finn Balor, here unbeknownst to Wade (he was beyond caring at this point) had skipped over when he saw Sami and Neville nose to nose. He was not down with anyone coming for his beloved amigo Sami. Especially not Sami's pressed ex.

"Nothing man," Kevin was already sensing the incoming mess, "We're just going through our match and stuff."

"Get lost Devitt, you're not even needed here," Neville spat.

"He's threatening me Fergal," Sami said with a spiteful grin to Finn, "And he dragged you as well. Called us both nasty pieces of work."

"Did he now?" Finn asked in that falsely sweet voice that signified trouble.

"Come on man, let's leave it," Kevin said, "Let's not do this here. Neville...let's go plan our match."

"Yeah run along Mighty Mouse," Finn gave Neville a really catty wave.

"We used to be mates, Devitt," Neville said, "You really gonna throw all that away just because you want to be queen bee or some other bollocks? We actually had an awesome match at that taping. Why? Why are you being such a dickhead to everyone?"

"This is all your fault anyway," Finn was completely unrepentant (as always), "If you'd just treated Sami better instead of valuing your masculinity then he wouldn't have had to dump you."

"Oh my God..." Kevin';s head was buried in his hands at this point. If the fans could see this...

"Sometimes you get blind to what a good thing you let go, maybe Ben will learn one day," Sami said, and with a truly evil sneer to Neville, he took Finn's face in his hands and began to make out with him, both men's eyes glittering with smug malevolence.

Neville looked completely crushed. Seeing Sami act this way (he did still love Sami which why he was so angry about this whole resultant mess) was unbearable.

Even Kevin looked revolted.

But Neville wasn't about to show weakness.

"I'm gonna be sick," he spat, turning on his heel and storming off.

Kevin shook his head and followed Neville down the corridor.

---

As soon as the Intercontinental Champion and Man That Gravity Forgot were out of earshot, one of the wires boxes opened, and Cody Rhodes climbed out, having heard everything. Oh yes. Two of the Three Amigos were now on the main roster. FInn would be called up soon and then they would rule the roost as planned.

"Oh...he was mad," Sami giggled.

"I think I was a bit too harsh," Finn admitted, "He is a nice lad...if a bit simple."

"He was trying to threaten you," Cody said, "You don't take that from anyone."

"And he did try and punch me," Sami said.

"He was OK to me when he came to NXT to do our match from last week," Finn said.

"Is now the time to admit that I watched it on the network and jizzed over it?" Sami smirked.

"So did I," Cody smirked, "I may have shaded how incompetent as a boyfriend Neville is but I've never denied that his body is on point."

"I had a cheeky wee feel during the match," Finn grinned, "So gurl.." He leapt onto Cody.

"Ooof..." giggled Cody, "YEah?"

He pecked Finn on the lips.

"Has Sheamus given ya any crap?" asked Finn.

"Nope, ignores me, just throws shady looks every now and then," Cody said.

"He can't touch either of you," Sami assured them, "Hunter's fave and the late, great Dusty's boy. You two are the Queen Bees."

"Plus would Stuart believe him?" Finn smirked.

"I doubt it, anyhoo, Sheamus lowkey carries a hardon for you as well," Sami said.

"He didn't exactly leave in a second when he caught us," Cody grinned, "He got a good look."

"Well," Finn said, "Who can blame him? I am pretty."

"Excuse me bitch, it took two to tango and hung bottom, yo'," Cody sassed, "I've caught him checking out my booty on the odd occasion as well."

"You two are legit the hottest pieces of ass in pro wrestling," Sami said.

"We should have another threesome soon," Finn said eagerly.

"Too dangerous," Cody said, "I should stop sleeping with you when you come on the road, Finny."

Despite the Sheamus incident, it ahdn't stopped the two friends from screwing a few more times since then. And Finn and Sami were always having sex down in Orlando. Sami was relishing being a top for the first time in his life. Well it helped that Finn was a hot little power bottom but still..None of the Amigos saw any problem with making their friendship physical. They were all men. All very good looking, horny men. Best friends with benefits, what was wrong with that?

"Well tell Amell to get his arse on the road so you can get yours fucked like it deserves," Finn retorted, "I know you hate being top, dunno why cos you're fucking good at it..."

"I had no complaints," agreed Sami, "But yeah, Amell needs to sort his priorities out."

"Stephen has other commitments," Cody pouted, "I thought I was his biggest commitment."

"Maybe you should remind him," Sami said.

"Well...hehehe...he is coming to ROadblock," Cody giggled, "So soz if I won't be around much that day."

"Hey, I've seen his dick pics," Finn shrugged, "Not surprised you took him over Dillinger."

"Cuckolded King at three o'clock!" Sami hissed, spotted Sheamus and Wade at the top of the corridor.

"SHIT...hide me, quick!" gasped Finn.

"Get in that box," Cody said, opening the one he'd been crouching in, "Try not to give yourself away."

"Help me in, I'm not a six foot strapping hunk like you two," Finn sucked his thumb, trying to be cutesy, "I'm only wee...need some help climbing in."

"Come here you little minx," Sami giggled, heaving Finn up bridal style, "In you go."

He deposited the short cute Irishman inside the box and Cody shut the lid.

"It smells in here, Coddles did you drop your guts?!" came a protest from inside.

"SHUT UP!" hissed Cody, kicking it as Sami doubled over with laughter.

Sheamus and Wade were heading closer. Cody and Sami were trying to look innocent.

"Alright mate," came Wade's voice.

"Hey Wade," Cody replied, "How you doing?"

He was shameless.

And Sheamus narrowed his eyes.

He couldn't believe Cody's audacity. Such a bitch. Zayn was no better. Neville, in Sheamus' opinion was better off far away from the toxic redhead. How he wished he could get the message across to Wade without revealing what he'd seen. He wanted to tell Wade. But he knew, sadly, that Finn was right - Wade would not believe him and their friendship would be at risk.

"You heard from Fergal today mate? He's not replying to my messages and when I try and ring him, it's engaged," Wade was saying.

"Dunno Wade, sorry," Cody lied.

"Wotcha Zayn, Owens mentioned you were here," Wade continued, "You heard from my other half recently?"

"No, Fergal's weird like that," Sami lied through his teeth.

Sheamus was incensed. How could they do this? What had Wade done to either of them? They really had no spine in his opinion. They were just wannabe Mean Girls. This was probably a huge game. Sheamus had never bought Finn's or Cody's apologies to Cesaro either, they were just doing it to make themselves look good. He wondered if they cared about anybody else in WWE bar themselves. Bet they made fun of all the Divas they called their friends too.

"Well if ya see him down in Orlando before I can get him, tell him to remember he's got a fucking fiancé?" Wade snarked.

"I'm on the road all week," Sami replied, "Back for good this time. I'm sure Ben will bitch about me to you both anyway."

Oh Sheamus had to bite his tongue SO hard. He was itching to just verbally let loose on both Zayn and Cody like NO freaking tomorrow.

"Not really interested. Ste mate...gona try ringing Fergal again. Getting worried," Wade admitted.

"Sure mate," grunted Sheamus, "See ya in a bit."

Wade walked off, phone in hand.

Sheamus folded his arms and scowled at the bitchy pair.

"What's your fucking game?" he snarled, "Look at the state of him. That lad is legit worrying and you're just laughing."

"Cry us a river Farrelly, enjoy checking me out by the way?" Cody sassed, with an evil grin.

"You repulse me," snarled Sheamus, "Game up. Where's Devitt? I know he's here with you two as he can't seem to function without his backup team."

"Interested in Fergal all of a sudden isn't he Codes?" Sami sneered, "Anyone would think..."

"...he wanted a piece himself," finished Cody, "Or maybe he does. Amirite?"

"Well let's look at the evidence shall we," Sami went on, "He hasn't told Barrett yet.."

"But he DID tell Barrett he wanted to fuck Finny," Cody replied.

"And not just fuck him, he wants to dress him as a little catholic schoolboy and spank him," Sami continued.

"And when he walked in on Finny and I fucking, he didn't leave right away. He stopped to look," Cody finished.

"All of a sudden this white knighting for dear old Barrett seems a touch...flaky?" Sami said triumphantly.

"We'd respect you more Sheamus if you just admitted it," Cody said.

"There's fuck-all to admit," Sheamus spat, "Not all of us are two-faced slags like you lot. Where do you get off, making others feel like shit?"

"We just know what's what in this business," Cody shrugged.

"Anyway, you two are hardly role models," snorted Sheamus, "You made an arse out of poor Neville, the lad's way better off without you Zayn. And as for you Stardust, you knock Miz but you're the biggest slag in this company! DiBiase, Ziggler, Mathews, Axel, Amell, Dillinger, Devitt, Zayn, and those are just the ones we know!"

"I can't help it if the boys like me," Cody clapped back.

"If you admit to us you want to fuck Fergal, maybe we'll lay off you," Sami got in Sheamus' face.

"Can't promise anything mind," Cody added, "Just remember how much we made your darling boyfriend suffer."

"And we have receipts on how you begged Fandango for it," Sami added, "Surprisingly covert once you soften him up with some good head, that Fandango."

Even Cody's jaw dropped at this.

"Whoops.." Sami had a truly malicious smile on his face, "Well he wasn't gonna wait for you to get bored of Claudio forever. So he hit me up on Grindr. And the pillow talk afterwards consisted of him spilling ALL the tea on you."

Sheamus went whiter than normal. WHAT?! Was everyone in this bloody company two-faced and slutty?! Not that he cared much about Fandango these days but still...he was no angel himself but...oh hell. Guess it was true that all men thought with their dicks.

"He was extremely frustrated," Sami went on, "He said I was so much better than you."

"When was this..?" Cody breathed.

"A while ago," Sami said casually.

"How long ago?" Cody persisted.

"Royal RUmble," Sami said, "I was waiting for the right moment. I'm not tied down and I enjoy it."

"You're a sket, Zayn. A selfish, grasping SKET!" Sheamus cried, revolted, "Neville still fucking loves you, you know."

"Wahh wahh," Sami snarked, in such a good imitation of Cody imitating JBL that Cody himself was taken aback. Wow Sami really did have some bitch tendencies of his own...he liked it!

The lid to the wires box opened suddenly.

"Surprise bitch, bet you'd thought you'd seen the last of me!" announced Finn.

"That stopped being funny 18 months ago," Sheamus spat, "Set this up did ya?"

"So you haven;t got the bottle to grass me up to Stuart? Thought not," Finn went on, easily climbing out of the box (he'd just wanted Sami or Cody to pick him up - he was more than capable of getting in it!) and standing in front of Sheamus.

Now the big Irishman was cornered by all Three Amigos. No wonder Cesaro referred to them as the Kardashian Sisters last year. They were all alike. Accents and looks aside, their personalities were interchangeably vacuous, shallow and toxic.

He wasn't intimidated. But he was outnumbered.

"I think we should leave them alone, don't you Sami?" Cody smirked.

"Of course," Sami replied.

"Namely because I need ALL the tea on you and Fandango," Cody went on, "And...I'd like to hear the tea on Sheamus and Cesaro. I bet he told you every juicy detail."

Giggling cattily, the Lord Of Dark Matter and the frontman of The Zayniacs padded away, leaving the two Irishmen alone, staring each other out.

"I could pound you into a pulp you wee gobshite," growled Sheamus, "I don't give a damn how much Triple H loves you, you're a nasty piece of work, Devitt."

"One bruise on me and he'll feed your bollocks to his dogs," Finn shot back, "I'm the NXT Champion. You, my friend, look stupid."

"The lads in the back here don't like you. Not one bit. You'll be made to change in the hall when you get called up," Sheamus snarled.

"Oh really? WHilst Dusty Rhodes' son is my best friend with benefits and whilst Triple H is high on me, that will NEVER happen," Finn folded his arms smugly, "It'll be basic bitches like you who'll be banished to the hall...MATE."

"Why are you such a bitch? You used to be such a nice lad," Sheamus sighed, deciding that aggression was not working with the toxic ringleader.

"Nice guys finish last," FInn shrugged, "I'm here to wrestle and be the best."

"I bet you'd even sell Zayn and Rhodes down the river to get ahead," Sheamus scoffed, "If they weren't such wannabes and hangers-on I'd feel sorry for them. Give me one good reason why I don't tell Stuey everything about you."

"He won't believe you," Finn sneered, "Like I said, he'd just assume you're jealous. He's not intelligent enough bless him."

"Excuse me? He has a degree in marine biology!" Sheamus snorted, "What qualifications have YOU got besides wrestling?"

"I have taught and wrestled some of the best in the world," Finn clapped back, "One of the world's finest female wrestlers now works here. Taught by ME. I made her."

"And what if I broke both your legs right here, right now. Where would you go from here?" Sheamus hissed, "You'd be flipping hamburgers or bagging groceries mate."

"And you'd be fired for assault," Finn hissed back, "I could crush you. And you think Stuart will still be your best mate when he walks out of here in 3 months time?!"

"We've been mates for donkeys years," Sheamus snapped, "I helped him choose a ring for your ungrateful arse."

"Yes well," Finn reached into his shorts pocket and slapped the engagement ring into Sheamus' hand, "I hope you kept the receipt."

"You're an absolute cunt," Sheamus spat, disgusted.

"Tell me something I don't know," Finn casually took his phone out of his pocket.

"Wait...why hasn't that been ringing?!" cried Sheamus.

"Because I blocked his number? For a big northern lad Stuart Bennett isn't half needy," Finn sassed, "Such a turn off. Almost as big a turn off as imagining him bending over for you."

"YOU LITTLE SHIT..." Sheamus' hands flew to Finn;'s neck.

"Take your hands off me." snarled Finn.

Sheamus released him, reluctantly. He should try not to let the red mist descend. He knew that if he laid a finger on this malicious little pest, his career would end tomorrow. Finn was too powerful, too well-connected. No wonder there was such unrest in the superstars' locker room about him. It was often a popular topic of conversation, much to Wade's chagrin. Sheamus had tried to turn a blind eye to it, and even stood up for his best mate's fiancé...but now...he could see Finn for what he truly was.

"Cat got your tongue?" Finn sneered.

Sheamus snapped.

He grabbed Finn by the front of his tee shirt, hissing sharply through his nose, eyes flashing with bloodlust.

"You ain't shit...you can't touch me and you know it," Finn was defiant as ever.

Sheamus threw Finn bodily against the wires boxes with a crash before storming off. Stupid? Perhaps. But wow did that feel good.

Undefeated, Finn picked himself up (ow, that hurt) and stomped after his fellow Dubliner.

"Coward. Backing away from a real fight!" he yelled.

"Leave me alone," Sheamus growled, "Before I do something I regret."

Something had stirred within him that he didn't like.

"Come on then Farrelly, if you think you're hard enough! I'll fight you!" Finn screamed, "I'm not scared of ya!"

Sheamus paused.

He turned to face Finn.

"I won't tell Stuey on one condition," he hissed, barely audible.

"Name it."

Sheamus checked over his shoulder that they were alone.

He then grabbed the front of Finn's tee once more. Only this time, he smashed his lips to the other Irishman's.

Rampant frustration at the separation from Cesaro had taken over. Finn was such a little bitch but he was super-fuckable with it. The more attitude he gave Sheamus, the more Sheamus had wanted to bend him over and fuck him like the slut he was. No wonder he'd had a discipline-type fantasy about him. Finn needed a strong man to get him in line. Wade clearly wasn't good enough.

Finn eagerly kissed him back, grinding against him, whimpering down his throat.

SHeamus broke the kiss.

Glowering into those green eyes.

Which glowered right back.

Finn licked his lips.

"Well, this is a turnup," he grinned.

"Shut up," spat Sheamus, "I'm in room 309 after the show."

"You'd do that to your best mate would ya?" Finn taunted, "You'd fuck his fiancé behind his back rather than tell him what he's gonna marry. Some mate you are. Soz Stephen. Not interested."

He sashayed away.

"Wait.." Sheamus muttered.

Finn smirked to himself. No man could resist his charms. Not even his fiance's best friend. He'd not had hate sex for a long time. And he bet SHeamus was a beast in the sack. He had been tempted for quite a while..

"What's it worth?" he asked.

"Pardon?"

"What's it worth. My arse isn';t open to any fucker ya know. I'm not Miz or Graves," Finn sassed.

"I promise. Hand on heart, I won't grass you up."

"And what will Cesaro think, hmmm?"

"Claude doesn't have to know.." Sheamus whispered. His need to just release had long since overtaken his morals. He was a man with needs. And quite frankly had not stopped having sex dreams about Finn since discovering him impaled on Cody's cock in Carrano's office. Which made this whole mess more and more irritating. Talk about being conflicted.

"Gonna have to keep me quiet then aren;t you?" Finn sneered. He deftly slipped a hand into Sheamus' trunks. Mmmm..that was a big cock. Well if it was enough to make a big man like Cesaro squeal...and, Finn still hated the thought...enough to make Wade a brief bottom..

"Ohh fuck.." breathed Sheamus, so relieved at having some contact at last. He just wanted to fuck, damnit. And get this man out of his system for good. He knew he'd end up propositioning Finn at some point.

"That's a very frustrated man," Finn purred, lowering the black trunks. Mmm those thick thighs. Bet they had some power in them...why not help Sheamus out. Give him some relief. He licked up the underside of Sheamus' cock before taking it tantalisingly into his mouth.

The bigger Irishman moaned and held Finn's short brown hair as the smaller, younger Celt got to work. Oh wow he really did suck cock good...Wade wasn't just bragging...oh this was such a bad thing to do...it actually turned Sheamus on even more to know that the man sucking him off was his best mate's fiancé!

Finn contined to expertly suck...countless times he';d been on his knees servicing frustrated wrestlers backstage over the years. He massaged Sheamus' big, solid, smooth muscular ass...mmm he'd like to leave his trademark F scratch in this later. Hehehe. Claws Devitt indeed. He loved that nickname. And despite all the 'woe is me, men treated me like crap' front he'd put on and lamented, deep down, he was proud of his reputation. Meant he was a good fuck and all the boys wanted him. He was a master manipulator when it came to sex and protecting his external image. He did place a very high value on friendships though. The only people in WWE he truly cared about were Cody, Sami, Becky, Bayley, Paige and the Bellas. And perhaps a few more friends outside the company but still in the industry - Karl Anderson to name just one. He used to value Neville's friendship until recently.

Mmm Sheamus tasted good. This was a hot cock. So responsive...he could tell Sheamus just needed to blow a load. Hopefully he had more in the tank for after the show. He didn't want a prejack on his hands so he was going to get Sheamus' first frustrated load now. Down his throat.

Sheamus was fucking Finn's hot little mouth hard...fucking hell this was one of the naughtiest things he'd done but oh so worth it...Devitt could indeed, 'suck for Ireland' as someone, Sheamus couldn't remember who, on the indies once said. He was not going to last...not with oral technique like this...jesus...

"Fuck mate...gonna..."

Finn grabbed the base of Sheamus' cock and released him, edging him on purpose witha wicked smile on his pretty face.

"You bastard.." snarled Sheamus.

Finn just giggled and resumed sucking, fondling and playing with the bigger, elder Celt's balls. Mmm...come on big fella...get that anger out...good man...good man...let go Sheamus...sod your soap opera principles and just cum for him...yeah keep grunting...that's it...that's it...come on...cum for him...give him his reward...

"OHhhhH FUCK!" Sheamus convulsed and thrust hard down Finn;s throat as he finally, thankfully exploded, FInn holding his legs tight as he swallowed every single drop.

The big redhead lay against the cool breeze block wall, totally spent and satisfied. Nothing like really good head. Especially at work. And it felt even better knowing how clandestine and illicit this particular head was. His best friend's man.

Finn slowly released Sheamus' softening cock.
"Feel better?" he whispered.

"Much better thanks mate," gasped Sheamus, "I needed that."

"Sounded like it," Finn smiled, "I know a frustrated man when I see one. Hehehe. I'm afraid I don't have a school uniform handy. But feel free to spank me. I like that."

He began to kiss Sheamus.

"Stop..." grunted the bigger man, "Fuck off will ya before we're caught."

"Sure darlin," trilled Finn casually, "I'll meet ya at your hotel room tonight."

"Whatever."

Finn skipped gaily away to find his amigos and spill the tea. Wrapping men around his little finger was SUCH FUN!

---

Cody and Sami had parked themselves at the squad table, where Summer Rae, Brie Bella, Becky Lynch and Paige were already sat.

"You have no escape from me now, Saraya," Sami was grinning, "I am on the road full time."

"Does that mean you two will have planet-shattering hate sex and get it over with?" teased Becky.

"Ew.." Brie chimed in.

"Yeah I wouldn't touch Samuel with somebody else's!" Paige made a face.

"Sami, quit shading Paige, it's getting old," Cody said, "Nobody but you laughs at your bad jokes at her expense."

"Ooooh who slapped her tits," camped Sami.

Snorts from Summer, Becky and Brie.

"Anyway, the squad has grown by one member," Summer said, "That can only be a good thing. But Sami, you shade Ray once more and you will know about it."

"Oh yes," put in Cody, "Paige and I decided, Sami. We'll tell her mom."

"And you don't want to mess with Sweet Saraya Knight," Summer added.

"So consider yourself told, Samuel," Paige smirked triumphantly.

"Whatever," Sami sassed, picking up his phone.

"Very quiet today," Brie observed, "Where's FInn?"

"Where is he actually?" Cody asked, "We left him with Sheamus.."

"What's the beef with Sheamus lately?" asked Paige.

Brie cleared her throat awkwardly. She of course knew why. Clearly Cody hadn't come clean about his liason(s) with Finn to the rest of the squad.

"You don't know do you.." Sami said, with a naughty grin to the remaining girls.

"Know what? Boys you better not be hiding things from me. You owe me - I watched Sunny's porn for you!" Paige complained.

"So did I, we suffered that together!" Becky winced at the memory.

"We're not hiding anything.." Cody mumbled.

"Wait," Becky said, "I think I know. What happened after Bevis and I left that night...I don't think that was the last time, was it?"

"Maybe.." Cody suddenly found the ceiling interesting.

"Let's come clean," Sami said, "Fergal, Codes and I...yeah our friendship's become physical."

"But he's still with Wade...you're supposed to be dating Stephen...married...oh my God...I can't keep up!" complained Summer.

"Men!" Paige huffed, "This is why women are better."

"You need a good dick in you sometime," Sami chimed in.

"I thought Fergal had tamed his slutty ways when he got with Barrett," Becky sighed, "Guess not."

"Hey, as long as Nicole doesn't get hurt, I'm not judging," shrugged Brie.

"Polyamory is fun," Cody said, "Stephen's risking a lot to be with me. I could lose him at any point."

"So, as you're the biggest slapper in WWE, despite you knocking Miz and co.," Paige said, "Who's the best sex out of Samuel, Finn and Stephen?"

"Paige...you can't ask that..." Cody mumbled.

"Wait, if he's sleeping with Fergal...does that mean Fergal's had to be a man for once?" teased Becky.

"Becky...we don't need to know.." Brie complained.

"YES. WE DO!" came an excited squeal as Sasha Banks showed up, overhearing and parking herself on Becky's lap, "Timing is a beautiful thing."

"You may as well spill the tea now Sasha's here," deadpanned Summer.

"Fine," Cody said, "Finny makes me top because he's never done so in his life."

"What a wonderful time to be alive," gushed Sasha.

"It's 2016," Sami said to the table at large, "Friends with benefits and open relationships are acceptable."

"Suppose it was only a matter of time, the sexual tension between you all was too much," Summer said, "So how many times have you slept with Finn now Coddles?"

"Yeah, you seem to going back to him a hell of a lot," Paige chimed in.

"I don't keep count," Cody sassed, "That's not classy."

"Just tell us, you may as well," Becky groaned, "Fergal will no doubt give me a blow by blow account at some point."

"Well..." Cody went back in his head, "A grand total of six times since last year."

"That's practically a long term relationship!" Sasha beamed, "Oh yaaaaaaas."

"Why do you enjoy it so much? Am I not pretty enough to ship with Fergal?" Sami pouted, "Even Bayley tells me that I should date him!"

"So how many times have you been sleeping with him Samuel?" Paige accused jokingly.

"Lost count," Sami said smugly, "All you ladies need to know is, becoming versatile is the best thing I ever did."

"Isn't it scary and bad how we're all OK with this?" Brie remarked, "Nobody's mentioned the big elephant in the room."

"Oh, Fergal's fiancé?" Becky deadpanned, "Listen ladies, I've known him since I was fifteen. This is not news to me. I knew he and Wade wouldn't last. He likes men too much."

"Yes I know...hehehee," giggled Cody, "I used to hate sluts until I met Finny."

"It's because he's pretty anything he does is naturally excusable," Paige grinned, "Speak of the demon."

"HEY!" trilled the boy in question, plonking himself across Sami and Cody, "Missed me?"

"The boys have confessed to all," Becky said, "Fergal, there was me thinking you'd changed your ways for good. Still a tart then?"

"Yup, why settle for one man.." Finn sassed, "When I have two beautiful hunks right here?"

"Shameless," Brie shook her head.

"We can't all be as cute as you and Dee Bee," Cody said, "We're all wired differently."

"I have some tea to spill. Super hot," Finn said.

"Which reminds me," Cody said, "Ladies, guess who Sami got busy with at Royal Rumble?"

"AJ Styles?" Summer guessed.

"Ew," Sami made a face, "May have a few years ago but not with that hair. Fandango danced his way into my ass that night."

"Oh my God.." Paige facepalmed, "All I'm gonna say is I hope all three of you know your statuses."

"Duh," Cody Z-snapped, "We're not stupid reckless messes like Kermit and Graves."

"Yeah Saraya," piped up Finn, "My arse isn't open to any fucker."

"I didn't really need to hear that," groaned Paige.

"Aww c'mon Ray," teased Summer, "We all know Finn's a massive bottom."

"Summer! You surprise me!" mock-gasped Cody.

"Well, I've been around you lot too long, plus I have far too many gay fans," Summer shrugged.

"So what's with all this Bayley stuff anyway?" Becky said sternly, "You've been having us all worried y'know, Fergal."

"How so?" camped Finn.

"We've been worrying you've gone straight," Paige smirked.

"Bayley is bearding Sami?" Finn said, doing the hand-out emoji, looking impossibly gay, "She represents him. Keeps fans off the scent."

"And you really think Finny's got a taste for snatch after what we just told you?" Cody sassed.

"Guess not," Becky said, "Just wanted to make sure."

"Providing they don't start making out in front of us," Brie said, "I don't care who sleeps with whom as long as I know Nicole and Eden are happy."

"Seeing as you're a twin.." Finn gave Brie a most mischievous grin, "Does that mean certain Sapphic desires are hereditary?"

"No! I am a happily married woman!" Brie protested.

"Finny, behave," Cody said, "Don't make me spank you in front of all the girls."

"He'd enjoy it, what ya talking about?" snorted Becky.

"A wee bird told me that you have a few female admirers Brie," giggled Finn.

Brie went rather pink. Well that was nice to know but she only had eyes for husband Daniel!

Summer and Paige were trying to hide their blushes along with simultaneous plotting to murder Cody in his sleep for blabbing THAT titbit to Finn!

"We need you on Total Divas," Brie giggled, trying to steer the topic of conversation elsewhere.

"Fergal would upstage every one of you," Becky said.

"Anyhoo Fergal," put in Sami, "I thought you hated stuff that pulls the curtain back?"

"Yeah Finny, what is with your obsession with Total Divas when you refused to do Breaking Ground?" Cody pouted.

"Because this demon can be a real diva and I want to be the first male fulltime cast member," Finn shrugged.

"He just wants to go on all the nights out," Paige grinned.

"The Mexico trip looked A-MAZING," Finn sighed, "Ladies...shoo. I need to tell my boys stuff."

The girls all reluctantly obeyed. Sasha lingered, hoping they would make out.

"Come on.." Becky yanked the Boss's arm.

"Bex you're no fun," complained Sasha but she followed the rest of the divas away.

Finn climbed onto the table, laying on his stomach, booty up. The grey shorts he was wearing clung to every curve. Both Sami and Cody had semis. The minx.

"So what's this big revelation?" Cody asked, "You were with Sheamus for AGES."

"I think I can guess," Sami said, "I knew Sheamus would crack."

"Yeah soz about being so late," Finn said casually, "I was busy swallowing Sheamus' load."

"KNEW IT!" squealed Cody, "KNEW IT DIDN'T WE GURL?!"

"So does that mean you're in the clear?" asked Sami.

"Not quite, I uh, have a rendezvous in room 309 after Raw," Finn grinned, "Looking forward to it. I know he's a hot tempered lug but he's got fabulous thighs."

"Oh I've never denied Sheamus was hot," Sami shrugged, "Fergal, you are the baddest...hehe."

"He's a bad bitch and that's why we love him Sami..d'ah," Cody said, "I've missed Finny in Regina mode."

"I can't believe Sheamus would do that to Claudio to be honest," Sami sighed, "Proves that all men are the same."

"I don't care for his moral code, I'm just wet for the dick," Finn sassed, "Been a long time since I've had one of my own."

"Why is being a slut OK when it's us?" Sami asked.

"Because we have better taste, we're better looking, and we're more talented than Big Fat Miz and Graves," Cody shrugged.

"No lies told there," Finn agreed, "I think Imma have to get meself a school uniform."

"Reckon Sheamus will want to fuck you again?" asked Cody.

"Maybe, I dunno," Finn shrugged, "Doesn't mean I'm off limits to you boys though.."

"Soz Finny but as of today I'm saving myself for Stephen," Cody grinned.

"Is it bad that I kinda got turned on talking trash to Ben?" Sami asked.

"He's your ex, darlin," Finn said, "But you don't want to be tied to one dick do ya?"

"Nope," Sami said, "I've never felt so liberated. But I am missing being a bottom, Fergal."

"Fair enough," Finn said, "Howzabout we meet for breakfast tomorrow."

"I think Sami should get some main roster D," Cody suggested.

"Oh I've been hitting up Fandango on Grindr whilst we were talking to the girls, he's not doing anything, quelle-surprise, so may just keep him company after Raw," Sami said, "Codes? Hun you gonna go to bed alone?"

"I need to call Stephen. Hehehehehe," Cody sucked his thumb, "Arrange Roadblock. Where and when for breakfast then?"

"Hotel? Makes it easier. But don't bring your trashy blue cereal, bitch," Finn prodded Cody in the chest, "I'm buying."

"Suits me," Sami said, "Well boys, I better go change to save Ben from Kevin."

"I never understood why you never went there, Kevin is slept on," Finn sighed, "He's such a hot cub."

"He is 100% straight," Sami said, "And besides, I could never compete with his stunning wife. Trust me, I've had thoughts about him over the years and tried to wheedle him into bed. Won't happen. Anyhoo boys, Imma love you both and leave you."

He got to his feet.

"Forgot something?" sassed Cody.

"Oh, sorry." Sami grabbed Cody's face and kissed him. Before breaking away and doing the same to Finn before leaving.

"I am legit thrilled he's on the road now," Cody sighed, "Two Amigos here to SLAY."

"And now I'm all on me ownsome in NXT," Finn pouted, "Not fair. Just means I have to keep coming on the road cos it has all the basics in the locker room pressed as hell."

"Trust me FInny, I have to listen to them bitching, they're such haters, especially my former friends Curtis and Damien," Cody sighed, "Anyhoo, what happened to Nia Jax's squad?"

"Bronson Matthews has wormed his way in," Finn rolled his eyes.

"Oh bitch PLEASE, he'll be gone within a year along with the rest of the Tough Enough flops," Cody sassed.

"To be honest whilst Enzo, Cass, Carmella and Bayley are still there, I have all the friends I need down in NXT," Finn replied.

"Whats the tea on Sami and Hugo? Are they a thing still?" asked Cody.

"I think Sami rode his cock once and then stopped talking to him," Finn said with a bitchy giggle, "Friday night I think it was, kept him waiting long enough. And then oh look, he got called up the next day. Imagine that."

"I didn't realise Sami had it in him," Cody was impressed/taken aback in equal measure. Sounded like Sami was a bitch force to be reckoned with.

"Like I always said queen, Sami was never as saintly as he appeared," Finn shrugged, "When he got with Neville I wondered if he'd tamed his ways. He and I are very similar. Why we get on."

"We know what's important that's why," Cody said, "Clothes, compliments and cocks."

"Never gets old," Finn agreed.

"Good job I got off my soapbox for good cos we'd have problems hehehehe," giggled Cody.

"Why be boring? We're wrestlers who travel the world and get to do stuff most boring everyday folk don't get to do," Finn said, "We should embrace how fabulous we are."

"What the fucking hell you doing here?!" came a furious, rough Lancashire accent.

"Hold onto your weave," Cody hissed out the side of his mouth. Oh this was gonna be JUICY. Wade Barrett looked beside himself with anger and a stones throw away from kicking someone's head in.

"Hi Stuart," Finn said innocently.

"Here's me, fucking ringing you non stop! Worrying about you! And you've been here ALL along!" bellowed Wade, bringing Catering to a standstill, "What the fuck's your game?! What the hell am I supposed to have done now?!"

"Sorry Stuart, phone's been playing up," Finn lied. Thank God Sheamus for being that much of a Neanderthal he'd put the chance of getting his end away over his friendship with Wade otherwise Finn would be in DEEP SHIT right now!

"And I suppose you don't have access to someone's iPad to Facebook or Tweet me?!" snapped Wade.

"It was just the off chance, Sami asked me to come with him," Finn said.

"Bollocks. You're up to something," Wade snarled, "Oi. Rhodes. Fuck off and go interfere in someone else's personal business as you're not on telly tonight."

Oh no bitch. Do not come for Cody unprovoked. The ravenette folded his arms and scowled. Wade was gonna pay for that one. No mistake.

"Leave him alone!" Finn spat, "He's done nothing to you."

"Bullshit. Funny how you couldn't be arsed to find me. Funny how you've been hanging out with HIM since you got here. Oh and Zayn too."

"I will not be dictated as to how and when I see my friends, Stuart," Finn got in his man's face.

"Pot calling the kettle black, you get the hump if I hang out with Ste and Nev too often!" Wade hissed.

"Get out my face Bennett or we're gonna have a serious problem," Finn threatened.

"Are we engaged or not, Devitt?! Because I swear to God I will not have the piss taken out of me much longer."

"We are not doing this here," Finn spat.

"Why not?! Thought you loved drama? All eyes on you just like always. You're such a fucking attention whore drama queen," Wade was just letting all his frustration run away with him without caring for the inevitably dire consequences.

"I'd shut up whilst the going's good," Finn warned.

"Oh you have no place telling me what to do you little shit!" Wade yelled, "I am SICK of you emasculating me and controlling me."

"Why wait till the summer?" Finn went straight for the kill, "Not like you're battling for the World Title now is it? You won't be missed in this company."

Wade blanched. THe venom in his fiancé's voice shocked him to the core. Maybe he had touched a nerve and he knew what a Mount Vesuvius Finn was prone to being.

"I'm sorry Fergal, that was out of order," he placated.

"Yes it was Stuart. And I'm pissed off as fuck with you right now," Finn was unrepentant, "I was gonna surprise you after your match but as usual you got paranoid. Go back to your awesome manly mates and leave me alone."

"Fergal, please.."

"No. You said things I can't forget, I'm not even sure how I feel about you anymore at the moment. If you know what's good for you, I recommend you leave me alone for a while. (Wade tried to hug him. He flinched.) Don't touch me."

Cody was thinking that right now, perhaps he'd bitten off more than he could chew by getting physical with Finn on a regular basis. Wade would break every bone in his body when he found out...and the ravenette was dreading what would happen to Sheamus once Wade got wind of all this double-crossing. Ouch.

Wade looked uncharacteristically crushed.

"Please, Fergal love.."

"Piss off."

Wade knew trying to defrost his fiancé was futile right now. And he bet Rhodes would laugh his smug little face off about this once he was out of sight too. But then again, Finn was the one in the wrong here? Why was he sneaking to Raw and ignoring his calls? Was there someone else...was Finn cheating on him? The behaviour patterns seemed to fit after all.

"Ok then," he grunted and began to stomp away. After a few seconds, the big Brit paused and turned back, "What's his name?"

SHIT.

Cody and Finn exchanged panicked looks. Finn was gonna have to play a blinder to lie his way out of this now!

The NXT Champion turned to the King Of The Ring.

"Stuart Alexander Bennett?" Finn raised his eyebrows, "But thanks for the vote of confidence. Nice to know the man you're gonna marry doesn't trust you."

"Sorry," sighed Wade, relief oozing from every pore as he could tell Finn meant it and also the Irishman had a way of letting Wade know when he was disappointed in him, "Sorry love...just...you know what this place is like..."

"Think before you open your trap next time," Finn replied, "I'm sorry too. I'll get my phone looked at...Coddles...sweets..mind giving it a once over as you're the tech whizz around here?"

"Sure," Cody replied, taking Finn's phone and unlocking it with 1008. He subtly unblocked Wade's number, "Just had to fiddle your settings a bit. Should be good now."

He dialled Wade's number.

Sure enough 'Catch Your Breath' played from inside the Brit's trunks.

"See? If you'd just ASKED rather than ASSUMING," Finn complained, "I wasn't ignoring you, darlin. I just fucked up my phone again."

"Thanks mate," Wade grunted huskily to Cody, "And soz, y'know, for gobbing off."

"Meh, understandable," Cody shot him a false placid smile, "Dont' worry about it."

"Wanna stay in my room tonight?" Wade asked his fiance.

"I can't Stuart, live event tomorrow," lied Finn, "Only here to give Sami a bit support really."

"Oh.." Wade looked pretty hurt once more, "Fair enough, don;'t wanna piss off Brookside and Regal do ya."

"No," Finn said, and he made a big show of kissing Wade. Cody had to look away. This was making him uncomfortable. He was definitely starting to think he was in way over his head with this web of lies and deceit. What started out as a hot little secret was quickly escalating.

"Love you," Wade mumbled into Finn's neck, inhaling that comforting scent of his cologne.

"Love you too darlin."

"I'll see you later?" Wade whispered.

"Sure darlin. Bye."

Wade wandered off, feeling completely vindicated and relieved. He wasn't normally a lad given to such wimpy worrying but he loved that little pest. Little did he know just how much Finn and his best friend Sheamus were about to stab him in the back...

"Whew..." Finn sighed, "That. Was close."

"Too close Finny. You're playing a really dangerous game. He's a bareknuckle fighter, girl," Cody whispered.

"Fun, though, right?" Finn had a wicked smile going. So cute but so naughty, "Living on the edge has always been my thing."

"But at what cost?" Cody asked, "Not like Wade's inadequate..."

"He was good in bed the first few times, but...the novelty of finally getting some hot Northern dick wore off eventually," Finn said, "I just...I can't do closed relationships. I get jealous easy, I start off thinking he's the king of the universe and want to have fifteen kids in a fortnight...and then...it just fizzles out. I always want excitement in my life, sweets."

"You will have to settle down sooner or later queen," Cody said, "I dunno how much longer I can keep up...juggling Stephen...yourself...and...well Sami too. Who's gonna keep you at simmering point down in NXT now Sami's on the main roster? Timed that well, didn't you! Hehehe"

"Well Hugo will want someone new to pork.." Finn shrugged.

"Finny! You're impossible!" giggled Cody, "Come here you little.."

He began to tickle him. Peals of adorable Gaelic-accented giggles filled the room.

Just as, most unfortunately, Dean Ambrose walked by.

"Urgh," he spat disdainfully, "Why don't you two just fuck already?"

He had NOT engaged brain before opening trap and Cody glowered at him. The deadly, sassy pout Dean had witnessed many times before the ravenette truly scalped someone with his razor-sharp tongue.

"Why don't you keep your jealous frustrated ass out my business Ambrose?" Cody snarled, squaring up to him.

"I am not jealous of two common whores," Dean shot back.

"What did you call us?!" erupted Finn.

Two against one now.

"Yes Dean, mind shading me again a bit louder?" Cody challenged.

"What ya gonna do? Main event player versus developmental champion and Supertars jobber?" clapped back Dean. Well he'd learned how to be bitchy and quick with his mouth from his own friendship with Cody; "Wind your damn necks in. That's all the amyl nitrate and stale lube in your holes making you irritable."

"Oh no SHE didn;'t!" Finn catcalled, "Coddles you gonna take that from this basic bitch?!"

"No I am not. Don't take it out on me Dean just cos you're desperately wet for Roman's dick but he doesn't want any part of it," Cody Z-snapped him to make his point.

"I can see the damp patches on TV," Finn added, "Please. Roman wouldn't touch your unwashed arse. You're still pressed Coddles wouldn't fuck you. And yet I've had his dick more times than you've had title shots."

Dean scowled even more. HE KNEW IT. Well he knew about the one time...but not repeated occasions.

"That's shut your punk-ass mouth hasn't it?" Cody said triumphantly, "How's Seth by the way?"

"None of your fucking business.." Dean was red with humiliation, knowing he was outnumbered, "You two make me sick."

"So do your snaggleteeth, circa 2006 hair-don't and cheap Walmart clothing," Finn clapped back, "But that's none of my business."

Cody elbowed him. THat was harsh. Whilst he was not happy about Dean shading him, he was not about getting too personal, especially as he knew Dean was insecure about his appearance. But then again, Finn had zero filter and always let his targets have it both barrels.

"Bye Felicia," Finn finished, with a catty, mocking wave, "Don't trip on your way out."

Dean wanted so badly to kick Balor's head in...he'd poisoned Cody against him. God Dean hated him so much. But he knew he was completely overpowered here and had to walk away.

So he did so.

"Finny that was too much," Cody said.

"He started it," Finn said defiantly, "He could have kept his mouth shut."

"But you didn't need to drag him for his looks," Cody sighed.

"Oh I'm SORRY. I didn't realise you and him were still bessie mates!" snarked Finn.

"We're not, and I'm mad at him for starting the beef between us," Cody assured him, "I'm just saying...go easy."

"Just remember sweets, I can end pushes and careers like THAT," Finn snapped his fingers, "One word in Hunter's ear and Dean Ambrose will mysteriously vanish from the WWE World Heavyweight Title picture."

"Dean's a nice guy really...he's probably just sick of being away from Seth," Cody tried to steer Finn away from this because he didn't need any more ugly drama right now. Not that he could really justify taking the moral high ground after the mean things HE'D said to Dean himself just now.

---

Dean slapped open the Superstars' locker room door and stomped into the farthest possible corner. He perched onto the bench, pulling his denim-clad knees up to his face like a frightened kid; his eyes were stinging with bitter humilation and jealousy. He and Cody used to be such good friends. And now Balor had taken care of that. He'd tried to battle Cody with some tongue-lashings of his own but Balor was on a whole new level viciousness wise. He was an acid queen of the highest order.

Dean couldn't help it. He'd HATE to be caught crying but he just couldn't stem the bitter anger inside him any longer. He pulled his leather jacket over his head and began to sob scratchily. It was a dangerous state of mind for him to be in. This was similar to when Seth first turned heel. Betrayal and Dean did NOT mix well. It usually ended up with Dean hooking up with a guy out of sheer spite and a desperate need to have an ego boost and to feel wanted.

"Dean? Man ya in here?" came a deep, boomy voice.

Roman. Not appearing on TV to sell his injuries from Triple H but still at the arena regardless. And Dean was more than thankful.

In fact, Dean was never more glad to see his 'brother' than now.

"Mmm-hmm.." he sniffled.

Roman spotted the leather-covered heap on the far bench and strode over. He removed the black leather jacket and saw Dean's blotchy, streaked face. Wow. He'd never seen the Cincinnati native cry before. Maybe after a lot of Jack Daniels some nights but that was the whiskey talking..right?

"Hey man...what's up?" he whispered, his inner father bursting forth. Being a proud dad helped enormously, the Samoan found.

"I hate Balor so much," snarled Dean, falling into the long, thick, inked, tanned arms of Roman.

"I know ya do man, but you can't let him get to you," Roman replied, "They catch ya crying man, they've won."

"They already have. Cody hates my guts thanks to that motherfucking leprechaun!" erupted Dean.
"No need to get racist," Roman growled.

"Sorry Rome..they were downright nasty to me."

"Why didn't you punch them? We're pro wrestlers man, not high school girls!" Roman scoffed.

"Yeah cos that'll end well, last time I hit a bitch it cost me my US Championship!" Dean snorted, referring to the time he and Curtis Axel had had a furious fist fight backstage and Triple H had caught them.

"Oh...right...yeah I remember that," sighed Roman, "All I can say is...just ignore them."

"You know what they're like Rome! They managed to make a fucking hench guy like Cesaro look like a big-ass pussy!" Dean erupted, "Cesaro! The strongest man in WWE! And they reduced him to a fucking joke!"

"Then I dunno man," Roman said, "Best to just keep out their way. Was it unprovoked?"

He cracked his knuckles.

"Not quite," admitted Dean, "I um...kinda...made a comment. I didn't think."

"Ah...well...you can't expect anyone to not respond then," Roman said.

"So I asked for it did I?!"

"No man...just...don't dish it out if ya can't take it."

"You probably want to stick your cock into Balor as well. Most men want to. The guy's a fucking WHORE! But it's OK cos he's pretty and has Triple H in his back pocket!" Dean was dangerously close to the edge. He flew to his feet and began to pace the locker room, ripping coats off hooks and sports bags off benches, tossing them around, making a huge mess.

"Calm down," Roman growled.

"I won't fucking calm down! I'm SO SICK OF THESE TWINKS!" bellowed Dean, "SICK OF BEING MADE TO FEEL INADEQUATE BY THESE INTERNET DARLINGS. I BUSTED MY ASS TO GET HERE. HE JUST GOT ON HIS KNEES AND BLEW TRIPLE H!"

"Balor's not some backyarder they brought in, guy's wrestled the globe," Roman reasoned, "And c'mon man, you really gonna be jealous over him cos of how he looks?!"

"HE CALLED ME SNAGGLETOOTHED AND BASIC!" roared Dean, "I'M SORRY WE CAN'T ALL LOOK LIKE FUCKING UNDERWEAR MODELS!"

"It's not about looks man, it's about how ya are out there on the mat, between the ropes.." Roman said.

"BULLSHIT. IF IT WAS ABOUT THAT I WOULD HAVE HELD THE TITLE BY NOW AND NOT YOU!" Dean was truly on one now, "IF YOU DIDN'T LOOK LIKE YOU DO AND WASN'T DWAYNE'S COUSIN YOU'D HAVE BEEN PINK SLIPPED YEARS AGO!"

He was shaking with fury.

And then when he saw the scowl on Roman's face he realised he'd made a huge mistake. He'd been such a massive defender of Roman on the internet. And now he'd just gone and voiced the smarks' opinion back at Roman. Way to go Dean. Way to lose the only close friend he had left on the roster save for Renee, and even she seemed more interested in the two head cheerleaders Cody and Finn than him these days.

Roman marched over to Dean.

"Wanna say that again," the big Samoan snarled.

"Sorry Rome...I was angry...I didn't mean it..." Dean pleaded.

"I should break your fucking legs right now. No wonder they turned on you, you have issues Ambrose," Roman hissed, "Rollins is a motherfucking saint to put up with your shit cos I certainly can't take it anymore."

"Well abandon me just like everyone else does," Dean stropped.

"GROW THE FUCK UP!" roared Roman, startling Dean, "Will you just listen to your damn self?! You're like a bratty spoiled girl! It's like having a teenage daughter sometimes with you, man! For God's sake will you go and get laid and give me some mother fucking peace! I am SICK of dealing with your emotional meltdowns and mopping up your tears. Man the fuck up."

Dean sprang. He wrestled Roman to the wall and began to kiss him, well and truly over the edge now. He just needed to unleash all his pent-up frustration and anger immediately and it was either fight Roman. Or fuck him. He just needed to release.

And Roman was kissing him back...the testosterone in the air was clearly getting to him too. He'd seen it for himself, straight wrestlers, married wrestlers to boot, temporarily going gay just to ease some of the on-road tension. Hell, if fucking Lesnar was prepared to fuck a dude to make life on the road just that touch more tolerable...and he;d heard Rollins had resigned himself to accepting the chemistry between Dean and Roman. According to Dean those damn Tumblr girls, much the bane of Seth's life, had taken to shipping him and Roman together nowadays.

This was wild. Dean was such a visceral kisser. All stubble, tousled hair, whiskey, masculine cologne and cigarette smoke. Such a change from any woman.

Dean broke the kiss, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Rome.." he hissed.

"Just this once," grunted Roman.

"Once is all I need," moaned Dean, sinking to his knees and tearing open Roman';s black, heavy duty trousers. Calvin Klein boxers. He ripped them down those long, thick legs and eagerly took Roman right into his mouth. No time for foreplay. He just needed a fuck. Just needed a man to desire him.

Roman grunted and moaned...this was so surreal...a guy sucking his cock. He held his hand behind his back to avoid looking at his wedding ring.

Dean was eagerly sucking Roman like it was the last thing he was put on this earth to do. He hit his good friend with all his best tricks...licking up the length and tip...playing with the bigger man's balls... Roman clumsily sank onto a bench...cool against his now naked ass and continued to let Dean service him.

Dean began to stand up, fiercely ripping his belt open and undoing his jeans, letting them fall, exposing his Andrew Christian Trophy Boy briefs.

"Fuck man.." Roman growled.

"Touch me Rome...please.." moaned Dean.

"Man I dunno what to do..."

Dean rolled his eyes. Fucks' sake! He was desperate for a fucking and ROman had no idea what to fucking do?!

"Pretend I'm a hot chick!" Dean urged.

He peeled off his vest and jacket and kicked off his boots and jeans so he was left in just these brightly coloured briefs.

Roman was impressed...Dean did have a good body. Smooth. And he knew how to work a decent set of underwear. Dean straddled Roman and began to moan and grind, wrapping his arms around the big Samoan, still hardly daring to beleive he was skin-to-skin with this beautiful, silken-haired God of a man. Roman was one of the most stunning studs (apart from Seth) Dean had ever met. He did like to run his hands through long hair on men too. He snapped his hips wantonly, trying to take as much in as he could...mmmm he could feel Roman;s hardon underneath the fabric of his briefs...just there...teasing his balls and asshole.

"I want you so bad," he moaned, "Reckon you could handle me Rome?"

"Can give it a go man," grunted the Samoan.

"I promise I won't tell.."

"Just get your fucking panties off then.."

Dean stood up.

Roman was now face to face with Dean's slim hips and impressive bulge. No turning back now. Dare he get this close to another dude's dick?

He slowly pulled the briefs down.

"You don't have to suck it," Dean moaned, "Just play with my balls and inside my leg.."

"You're quite a chick ain't ya?"

"Can't help where I'm most sensitive...ahhhhhh yes ROme...just like that..."

"When's the last time Rollins..."

"Don't know Rome..please can you not...I just need you in me."

"But...no..."

"I'm not a slut anymore Rome...I haven't been with anyone else but Colby for at least a year and a half...I won't get pregnant."

Dean eagerly sunk his now naked body back to his knees to suck Roman off some more, lubricating him.

He then stood up and bent over, his smooth bubble butt now in Roman';s face.

"Eat me out just like a chick.." he moaned.

Now that Roman could do. He began to rim Dean as though he was performing oral sex on a woman...and wow Dean was making a LOT of noise..clearly he liked that a lot.

Dean in his indie slut days did enjoy hooking up with straight guys...cos they could eat ass better than anyone!

But he needed more than this Polynesian hunk's tongue in there now. He was SO tense with testosterone. Only a dick in his ass could release it.

He turned back around and sat on Roman';s lap, his long legs open as he lined up, hovering over the bigger man's hardon.

"I might be tighter than anything you're used to.." he whimpered, feeling the tip against his entrance. Roman felt..BIG. Seth was 'just right' for him. Roman was a different kettle of fish. Dean knew it would hurt. But he could take the pain. He jsut needed to be with a man again.

Slowly...hissing in pain...he sank down...with a bit of a struggle...Roman gasped at the very tight heat now surrounding him...Dean's mouth open as he tried to get used to the invasion...he sunk down a bit lower...lower...until he could feel Roman's powerful thighs against his and FINALLY, Roman was buried inside his body.

"Fuck yes Rome...been waiting for this.." he moaned, kissing him.

"Wanted me a while huh?"

"Uh-huh..." Dean began to ride, taking control, whimpering noisily as his neglected prostate began to get hit...oh YES...Roman was everything he'd hoped for...God he needed this SO bad. Roman might just be taken aback by his aggression but God did Dean need a good dicking! Damn Seth for being injured. Fuck you Cody. Fuck you Balor. Dean was getting the hottest hunk in WWE right now. Barrett looked like a monkey anyway. Amell was generic. Dean had the MUCH hotter man inside him right now! He moaned and mewled loudly.

Roman knew from the Shield days that Dean was loud in bed..and this was such a rush...nothing like he'd done before...fucking a dude was actually pretty hot...Ok no breasts or curves to hold and seeing Dean's hard cock brushing against his black riot vest took some getting used to...he grabbed Dean's smooth ass...at least Dean had a good ass to hold while he fucked it...

"Oh Rome...don't stop...need you...want you..."

"Ain't gonna stop man...take ya time.."

"Oh Rome...Joe...you're fucking amazing.."

"Take ya anger out at those bitches on me bro...c'mon man...let it out."

"You...*MOAN*...may regret that!"

"Try me..." smirked Roman.

"May...*GASP*...wanna get on that floor then!"

ROman heaved Dean up, still buried inside him (thank God for his brute strength, came in handy).

"Changed my mind!" gaspe Dean, "Fuck me mid air!"

"You like that, huh?" Thrust. Scream.

Yep Dean liked it.

Roman continued to pound his on-screen 'brother' and tag partner, enjoying the sounds now leaving Dean;s throat. This was SUCH an ego boost, knowing he was pleasing a pretty experienced guy..unless Dean faked it..did gay dudes fake it in bed?

Dean was close. He had so much build-up and this being fucked mid-air was so fucking hot. Seth was strong...but not built like Roman..this was something Seth couldn't give him...Dean was getting SO close to climax...he needed to cum so bad...he wanted to cum mid-air whilst Roman pounded him...he ran his hands through Roman's amazing mane of ebony hair and devoured his lips.

"Oh Rome...don't stop...don't you ever fucking stop.."

"You gonna shoot your nut man?"

"Uh huh...don't stop...so GOOD! SO GOOD...ahhh...ah...ah...oh fuck Rome sorry...gonna..."

Dean threw his head back, clinging to Roman with all his might and screamed his climax to the ceiling, Roman's vest now showered with white.

"Oh fuck man...think I'm gonna nut...your ass is so tight man..."

"Just do it.." gasped Dean, "Inside me.."

Roman knew he had no time to pull out...fuck it he was going to have to cum in Dean...he bellowed just like he did on screen and drove deep inside the grateful Ohio native still impaled on him...it was done.

Dean was completely spent.

The two on screen allies collapsed clumsily in a mass of muscular limbs onto the yellow tiled floor.

Dean giggled rather cutely as he held Roman. The Samoan chuckled idly back.

"Man.." Roman gasped.

"You're amazing Rome...thank you.." Dean pecked his lips.

"Feel better man?" asked Roman.

"A hundred times better...I can't move.." Dean smiled, "Thank you. I mean it."

"Rollins won't kick my ass, right?" asked Roman, as Dean carefully eased his naked body off the big man.

"I promise you I won't harass you again...I couldn't stop..."

"No need to justify it man, what happens on the road, stays on the road?" Roman said.

"I won't tell your wife. But I will say this," Dean gave him a cheeky grin, "She's one lucky motherfucking lady."

Roman just chuckled somewhat guiltily as Dean pulled his briefs back on and sank onto the bench to finish basking in what just happened. Wow. Roman was a sex God! That was some of the best sex he'd had in a while! But Dean was also emotionally mature enough (unlike certain other members of the roster) to realise and appreciate this was a one off. Ironically he'd had Cody to thank for his much-improved mental state. Ha. Cody was regressing fast. But wow, Roman. Dean could not stop smiling.

"Look at my vest," Roman complained.

"It'll dry," smiled Dean, "Keep that one as a reminder. Good job you're meant to be healing your smashed nose up isn't it? Fans won't see that!"

"You're bad," Roman smirked, "Glad I could help. Can see why some dudes are turned on by others now."

"Everyone's a little bi, trust me," Dean said, "I'm a man of experience."

"You gonna put your pants on?" Roman raised his eyebrows.

"Nah. It'll just piss of the..what did Cesaro call them? The Kardashian Sisters, even more," Dean grinned naughtily, causally sauntering beside Roman in just his briefs.

"Don't go making a rod for your own back man, that's all I'll say," warned Roman.

"Can always spank me if I step out of line?" teased Dean.

"Behave man, seriously."

"Spank me go on Rome. Ya know ya wanna."

"Fine."

SMACK.

"Mmmm.." moaned Dean, "I'm gonna sleep good after Raw tonight."

"Get yo ass dressed man, seriously, Stephanie and Hunter will skin us both alive."

"Fine, spoilsport," grinned Dean, padding back to his discarded clothes, "If ya wanna room share sometime, maybe have a double instead of a twin...?"

"Don't push it Ambrose."

"Sorry. Still on a high. I blame you for being a motherfucking stud."

Roman shook his head as Dean began to dress. What a night this was gonna be. Thank God he was just confined to watching the show on the monitors tonight!

---

As soon as Kevin, Sami and Neville re-appeared backstage, the jumping Geordie removed himself from his ex, all pretence of their alliance on screen dropped.

"Can't handle being around me Ben can you?" Sami remarked.

Kevin side-eyed him. Oh this angle was not going to be fun. Was he seriously going to have to be stuck between these ex-boyfriends at war all the time?

"You wish," spat Neville.

"Shame you didn't show that kind of commitment to me when we were together, huh?" Sami sassed.

"I might have been if you'd taken your hand from my ballbag," clapped back Neville, having had just about enough. Tonight had been too much. Bad enough having to work with Sami without the redhead running his mouth. That revolting display with Finn earlier too...why? What was Sami hoping to achieve?

"Oh EXCUSE ME for wanting you to act more like a boyfriend and less like a drinking buddy?" snarked Sami, "See Kevin? This is what I had to put up with for those two years."

"What exactly did you 'put up with'?!" erupted Neville, "You emasculated ME!"

"I did NOT. You refused to show commitment."

"What the hell did you want me to do? Talk about feelings and shit?! Why don't you get yourself a girlfriend if that's what you want?"

"No Ben. I just wanted SOME sign that there was TWO of us in our relationship. You were just with me for the house and the sex. You had all your meals cooked for you. All your shit cleaned up. All your laundry done. You wanted a fucking housemaid! Well guess what Ben, I was NOT prepared to be your fucking MOTHER. I am a grown-ass man with FEELINGS!"

Oh lord. Kevin couldn't believe he was caught between two of his oldest friends in pro-wrestling like this. He was used to Sami's drama queen tantrums but this was on another level! He would have been happier if they just kicked the crap of each other rather than these bitching matches.

"You know your problem Sami?!" Neville cried, "You're high maintenance! I've met lasses who are less work than you! No wonder you couldn't keep a fella."

"OH NO...you did not just.." Sami was in Neville's face. The smaller Brit stared defiantly back.

OK Kevin had seen and heard more than enough.

"ENOUGH!" he roared, startling them both. He barged his rotund form in between the Canadian and the ENglishman, "If you two can't work this shit out like ADULTS..."

"Kevin, butt out," barked Neville.

"Yeah go ring your wife and kids. This is between me and this skinny little prick," snarled Sami.

Kevin snapped.

He slapped Sami hard around the face.

And then did the same to Neville.

He would have punched them but didn't want an assault complaint on his hands. These two needed the sense smacked back into them.

Both Neville and Sami held their faces.

Kevin just gave them both a final withering look before hoisting up his Intercontinental title and storming away. Leaving the two exes alone.

Any subsequent bloodshed was not gonna be on his hands. Up to them. He was sick of this petty gay drama. Especially when Balor was hanging round too.

Neville's fight had been deflated by Kevin's armour-piercing smack. He sighed and began to pace the darkened corridor near gorilla.

He ran his hands through his long dark hair and turned to face the fuming redhead once more. The man he'd once lived with, slept with...and still loved. Despite everything.

"What is all this drama in aid of?" he asked, "We could have done this so much better."

"You couldn't be bothered Ben so I did it for you and pulled the plug," Sami said.

"Why is it always on me?" Neville was exasperated, "Everything was always my fault. You were the first lad I ever dated. I'm sorry I was never gonna be perfect at everything. I tried my best. We were old friends before we started going out. You didn't even wanna stay mates after if that's what you wanted."

"Maybe I just wanted your incompetent ass out of my life," Sami looked at his nails, his cute, bearded features now arranged into a full-on stankface that could rival one of Cody's.

"So just like that? After all the wedding crap?" Neville challenged.

"I was hoping it might scare you into being a better boyfriend. But as usual, you were far more interested in work and trying to get in with Barrett and Sheamus. And maybe I was bored of you Ben?!"

"Oh so it would all have been for fuck all anyway?!" Neville shouted.

"Maybe. What's done is done. I don't miss you," Sami said.

"So what's all the fucking dramatics for then? If you really hate me that much why don't you just ignore me?" Neville cried.

Sami shrugged, still looking as catty as can be.

"Oh. I get it. This isn't you Rami, this is that bloody Devitt getting inside your head isn't it?!" Neville groaned.

"I am independent, Ben. I don't do everything Fergal tells me to do."

NEville gave a derisive snort.

"If Devitt asked you to live in a barrel of shit you'd do it," he quipped and stomped away.

Oh no. Sami was not down for that.

"YOU PRICK!" he roared, chasing after his ex and grabbing him by the hair. He threw Neville HARD into a wires box before bearing down on the hapless, younger Brit.

Neville looked back up his ex. That was legit the first time Sami had ever put his hands on him outside the ring. Even in their more...heated arguments as a couple most of the barbs had been purely verbal.

And Sami was regretting doing what he'd done. The relationship bird may have truly flown but he and Neville did go back a long way. And he hated himself for hurting him.

But Neville had really hit a nerve with the slight on Finn.

SIlently, Sami helped the Brit up.

"I'm sorry," he grunted, "That was out of line."

"You're a cunt," spat Neville, totally done with this now. He stomped off without a word.

Sami sighed heavily and leaned against the wall. This was not how he'd envisioned his re-debut on the main roster to go at all. Thank God he had his fellow amigos here at least.

---

In the hotel once the show ended, Finn Balor was whistling Sami's theme to himself as he made his way out of the lift on the third floor.

309. At least was easy to remember - an obsolete Peugeot he remembered from his youth. He was a little nervous but excited. He'd had to secrete himself inside Cody and Eden's hotel room in case Wade spotted him. And although Eden was joking and laughing with him, he knew that she'd quite like her philandering husband to herself for a change. They had such a good set up, Finn noted.

That could have been he and Wade. But Wade wasn't into open relationships, and to be honest, Finn just wasn't the happily-married-in-white-picket-fence-suburbia-with-pet-dogs-and-beautifully-decorated-house kind of boy. He'd tried SO hard to make things work with Wade, the meeting the parents etc. But he was much happier having fun and not being tied down. Which was why he'd strayed in the first place.

And to be honest, Finn just enjoyed being a tart. He was all-too-aware of his physical appeal to men, and he knew he wouldn't have his looks forever, so why not make the most while he still could? He was only 6 years off 40 as it was.

Sheamus had told him that it was safe to come up.

So he scuttled down the corridor to 309 and knocked lightly.

No answer.

Hurry up!

He knocked more firmly.

After a minute or so, the door opened, and FInn, checking the coast was clear over his shoulder one final time, pushed it open.

Sheamus was in just his boxer shorts. Body spray and shower gel scent hung in the air.

It was like meeting a travelling businessman for a hook-up, Finn noted. He'd had this experience many a time!

"Evening," he chirped casually.

"Hey," grunted Sheamus, "Soz..just wanted to shower and stuff."

"That's cool. He doesn't know I'm here. He thinks I'm back on a plane to Orlando," Finn said.

"Yeah...he mentioned," Sheamus replied. He did look peculiar with his severe haircut unstyled but Finn had to admit the braiding and bushiness in his beard looked a million times better than the beard-dreads he'd had before.

Oh look, lube and condoms on the bed. Sheamus was quite the boy scout.

Finn slipped his shoes off and placed them in the corner of the room. He padded over to the freshly-showered Irish stud and wasted no time in beginning the kisses. Sheamus deepened them before lifting the shorter, younger, prettier Celt onto the bed and placing him on his back, kissing down his neck, Finn moaning already.

Sheamus shot him a brief smile.

Finn returned it.

"After all these years, guess ya finally got me," he purred, cheekily brushing the front of Sheamus' Calvins. Mmmm. Tight and white. Cesaro certainly had upped Sheamus' dress sense.

"Had to happen eventually," grunted Sheamus. He wasn't normally a lad for pre-sex chit-chat. He just wanted to get this little tart's clothes off and his legs spread. He resumed kissing Finn, pushing his hand up the leg of Finn's smart grey shorts and rubbing the front of some obviously synthetic material. Finn mewled wantonly.

Sheamus wasted no time and whipped the shorts down, only to be greeted by those beautiful, smooth, muscular thighs and black, shiny briefs. The same Barcode Backless Bum briefs Finn had worn when he and Cody were caught fucking in Carrano's office by Sheamus a few weeks ago.

Finn peeled off his Balor Club tee so he was just in the briefs.

"You're so hot.." Sheamus hissed.

"So are you," Finn smiled back, kneeling up for some more kissing. He felt Sheamus' big, callused hands grab his naked arse.

"Fucking hell...lemme see that arse'o'yours." Sheamus growled.

Obediently, Finn turned and popped his booty. Giving Sheamus a full view.

Fuck yes. All thoughts of 'what you doing, that's your best friend's man' were eradicated from the flame-haired Dublin native's mind when confronted with that incredible, solid, plump arse. No wonder men queued around the block to fuck Finn...jesus...

He snapped the red and white elastic of the jockstrap against Finn's skin.

"You like?" purred Finn.

"Your arse is just.."

"Why don't you rim it?"

Sheamus wriggled back and pulled those smooth cheeks apart. He wondered just often Wade's face had been here...and how many men's faces had. He began to rim the hairless entrance, so different from Cesaro's but no less beautiful.

"Ohhhhh man...good lad...you like this dont you.." whined Finn, pushing his arse right back to get the best of it, "Fuck yeah...eat me out...fuck yes.."

He wriggled around, motioning Sheamus to kneel back up so he could relieve his elder fellow Irishman of his Calvins and get back to that hot dick. He expertly removed the offending garment and kneeled back, idly tossing off Sheamus who grunted in approval. God did Sheamus miss this sort of intimacy and contact with another fella or what?

They continued to kiss as Finn pleasured Sheamus with his delicate fingers.

"Feel good?" whispered the younger Celt.

"Uh huh,...you know how to treat a lad doncha?" Sheamus whispered.

"Ask your best mate," Finn shot him an evil grin.

"SHUT UP.." Sheamus hissed.

"Shove yer dick in me gob then...who knows what I might say next?" Finn sassed.

Sheamus threw him down onto his back, sittting on that impossibly ripped chest before shoving his hard cock into Finn's face, who eagerly began to slurp and suck like he'd been deprived of this for years. What a wee slut.

His attitude might stink, Sheamus conceded, but damn did Finn Balor know how to suck a cock.

"Sit on my face big man.." Finn whined.

"I don't like me arse eaten," Sheamus barked. Too much like Fandango...

---

...who was right now holding Finn's fellow Amigo Sami Zayn almost folded in half, his long furry legs spread, slamming his cock in and out of the moaning redhead, taking all his anger out on Sami.,

"OH YEAH! FUCK YEAH!" cried Sami.

"Such...a dirty little slut." Fandango snarled, "Fucking take it.."

"Need your dick.." moaned Sami, relishing at this oppertunity to be a cock-hungry bottom again now Finn was busy with Sheamus (ha!). And all the confrontations with Neville had gotten him pretty riled up. He needed to forget.

SMACK.

Fandango smacked the peachy, pale ass hard.

"I tell you what you need slut."

"Yes sir," Sami moaned.

"Welcome to the main roster Zayn," snarled Fandango, "On your stomach NOW."

He pulled his cock (bare of course. Sami liked that) out of Sami and kneeled back.

Sami eagerly rolled onto his stomach, ass up, begging for more. God he'd missed bottoming - hot sex though Finn was...nothing compared to being possessed from the inside out.

Fandango lay along the tall, furry, pale-skinned yet lean otter beneath him and slipped back into the willing ass, arms wrapped around Sami's strong chest.

Sami leaned up for some slutty kisses.

The dancer began to resume pounding as hard and as powerfully as before...relishing Sami's screams.

---

Sheamus was atop Finn, grinding their cocks together, making the little hussy wait just a bit longer.

Finn was whining and whimpering with need. He slapped Sheamus' arse again.

"Do that again, and I mean it, I'm smuggling a kendo stick next time," spat Sheamus.

Finn's green eyes lit up. Next time? YAAAAAAS. He didn't even need to ask or blackmail for that! Oh he loved it when men ate out the palm of his hand!

Especially hot fellow Dubliners! Who just so happened to be his cuckolded husband-to-be's best mate!

"Sorry boss," Finn smiled, before running his tongue deviantly over his top lip, "Tabhair is féidir leat a fuck dom?"

Oh FUCK. Sheamus almost came right there. He was going to tease Finn some more but as he asked him to fuck him in Gaelic...who was he to refuse?

"Cosa suas , tú harlot beag," he snarled. (Legs up, you little harlot.)

Finn raised his legs, exposing his tight pink entrance, still surrounded by the jock.

Sheamus took exceeding pleasure in ripping this garment from Finn's waist so the little minx was now as naked as he was. Nice cock, Sheamus noted. Bet that barely got used though.

He went to jerk Finn off, who slapped his hand away.

"Prefer being fingered," the younger man hissed.

"Little woman aren't you?" Sheamus uncapped the lube and coated two fingers. Not wasting any more time, he inserted them into Finn who mewled with gratitude. Oh yes. He couldn't wait much longer! Get in him now.

Sheamus continued to prep Finn before picking up a condom and handing it to Finn to open. The younger, smaller man did so and handed it back to Sheamus.

"Prefer it if you bred me," he grinned wickedly.

"Don't push it," growled Sheamus, unrolling it on. No thanks. Who know what Finn had? How many men was he currently sleeping with behind Wade's back. He was SUCH a whore. But right now, rather than revolt Sheamus, this just made him even more turned on. He was gonna pound this little bitch like he deserved.

FInn's slim ankles rested on Sheamus' thick ivory shoulders as the bigger man lined up...pushed in.

"Oww...wow you're thick.." breathed Finn, "Go careful.."

"You've taken bigger than me, man the fuck up."

Sheamus thrust all the way in without warning, amazed, frankly, that he could still touch the sides.

"OHHHH YES!" Finn's face lit up with wanton ecstasy as his prostate got stabbed, "Fuck yes STEPHEN."

"Sssh. I'll fuckin' gag ye in a minute."

"No ye fuckin' won't Imma scream the fuckin place to rubble," Finn gasped, "Come on then, man up and fuck me."

Sheamus began to pound him hard and fast, like the little SLUT he was. And true to his word, Finn was NOT quiet. He was crying out and braying at the top of his lungs, letting the whole of fucking Chicago hear him get a damn good seeing to by his fiance's best friend. Oh yes bitch.

Sheamus then pulled out without warning.

"Bend over and show me that arse ye slut."

Finn eagerly did so, face down, booty up. Oh he LOVED being talked trash to in bed! Wade NEVER did. Why he got so bored. Finn was a slut and liked to be treated as such.

Sheamus thrust back inside Finn and held him down whilst he pounded the living daylights out of that arse. Damn Wade. You had a good fuck here, what a shame you pushed him into his bed...Sheamus mentally slapped himself for that. But damn Finn had a good little arse on him. He could totally see why everyone wanted a piece. And those screams he was emitting into the bed went straight to Sheamus' cock. Finn would have been a KILLER male escort or gay porn star cos damn could he take a dick.

Sheamus yanked Finn up by the hair, making a beautiful S shape with the younger man;s body and continued to wreck his arse, deliberately not touching Finn's throbbing, hard cock.

"Ohhh STEPHEN, you're so FUCKING GOOD!"

"So are you ye slut."

"YOU'RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN STUART!" screamed Finn, actually WANTING to be heard.

Sheamus gagged him with his hand. Oh no you little shit. Keep that gob to screams, not bragging.

Finn bit his finger. Hard.

"OW!" snarled Sheamus, "You little bastard!"

He threw Finn onto his stomach and began to fuck him (just like Fandango was still fucking Sami a few doors away) like a disposable hustler, totally ignoring Finn's needs and just using the NXT Champion and world-respected wrestler as a human fleshlight, but this was what Finn LIKED.

Sheamus then pulled out, dangerously close to climax.

Fuck that was a close one.

He lay on his back.

"Get on me. Now." he barked.

Finn eagerly climbed onto Sheamus.

"Face away. Wanna see your arse working me cock."

"Yes boss."

Finn popped his ass once more before sliding expertly down onto Sheamus. Oh fuck what a sight that was..Sheamus wouldn't last...especially once Finn began to ride him like a rodeo cowboy, screaming and crying out his lust to the entire hotel and city of Chicago...oh yes Sheamus you stud...his spot was being smashed just right in this position...he was getting close too...oh fuck he was close..

"Mmmm...nnn...ahhh...oh Stephen Imma gonna.."

"Go for it.." snarled Sheamus.

"Mmm...ahhh...ahh...so fucking good...SO GOOD...fuck yeah...fuck...mmmm...ohmy...Stephen..."

Wasn't this just a massive coincidence he'd found a Stephen of his own to fuck, hmm? ANything Cody could have, Finn would have too.

"Oh Stephen..." he whined once more, "M...gonna..."

He threw his head back with one final snap of his lean hips and screamed, erupting copious amounts of his essence all over Sheamus' knees, calves, feet and the duvet between...wow he was coming very hard...Sheamus must have smashed his G-spot good and proper.

He continued to ride Sheamus, using his expertise to help coax Sheamus' climax right out of him...come on big guy...you know you want to cum...

"Oh fuck.." snarled the bigger, elder, Celt, "Fuck I'm gonna...don't stop ye little slag..."

"Come on fuck yeah...shoot your load inside me..."

Except it would be into a condom..

Sheamus bellowed with gratitude and relief as he finally exploded for the second time this evening, deep into the little minx of an NXT Champion still riding him...oh fuck...fuck that felt good...God did he need to do this...feel the rush again...he held Finn in place as he rode his much-needed orgasm out.

Groaning and gasping, both Irishmen were done. THat was wild.

Finn eased himself off Sheamus...wait..something was missing. And

"Where's the Johnny?" asked Sheamus.

"Oh shit...must have broke or slipped off," Finn gasped.

He thought he could feel Sheamus explode inside him..he'd just thought it was a placebo thing because his last few conquests (Wade, Cody, Sami) had all gone bare inside him. Last guy he remembered wrapping up was Tye Dillinger. And SHeamus...initially.

"You're kidding," Sheamus was horrified. His rough but handsome vermilion-bristled face was sheened in sweat.

"It happens," Finn said, "Don't sweat over it...might have broken when you were pounding me into the bed."

"I didn't even look...oh fuck...sorry mate.."

As if Sheamus' predicament couldn't get any worse..

"It's OK darlin," Finn replied, getting to his feet and attempting to redress on jelly legs, "I'll get us into the clinic at the next city."

"Yeah and how do we explain THAT to your fucking fiancé huh?" spat Sheamus.

"You didn't have to invite me back for sex ya know," Finn clapped back.

SHeamus knew he was right.

He stood up and pulled his Calvins back on. At least see Finn out.

Finn was hastily pulling on his plimsolls.

"I can see meself out, ta," he snapped.

And without another word, he stomped out. Leaving a very bereft Sheamus, who was now presented with a whole new set of problems. One consolation, at least Finn wasn't female so no pregnancy scare. But how on EARTH could he keep THIS from Wade now?

How stupid had he been? All because he was desperate to get his end away and get some lad points. That's what this had been about...oh well. What was done, was done.

He was achy and tired.

He'd get a test in town tomorrow. He hoped Finn was adult enough to do the same.

---

Finn banged on Cody and Eden's door.

No 'Do Not Disturb' sign so no marital relations going on at least.

Nobody answered.

"Honey did you order room service?" came Eden's voice.

"No. This had best not be a fan."

The door opened and Cody appeared in just sweatpants and his Off Duty Glasses on.

"Oh...hi Finny, that was quick. Decided not to stay over?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"Not disturbing you am I?" pouted Finn.

"I'm playing Clash Of Clans and Brandi's blogging," Cody said, "It's perfectly OK to come in girl."

"Thanks sweets."

Eden looked mildly put out but she accepted that Finn was just a part of Cody nowadays. Plus they did book a family room with a spare bed. And Finn's bag was in the room to boot so he wasn't a totally unexpected visitor. He would have stayed in their room if he hadn't wound up bedding Sheamus.

"What's the tea? You smell of sweat and lube so something must have gone down?" asked Cody as Finn casually undressed down to his jock.

As he turned to neatly fold his clothes, Eden got a most unwelcome view of dat booty.

"Oh GOD!" she complained.

Cody didn't mind. Hehehe.

Finn padded into the bathroom to shower.

A short while later he emerged in a towel before rummaging in his bag for some lounge shorts. He slipped them on and perched on thedge of the Rhodes' spouses' bed. Like he was their kid.

"So what went down?" asked Cody, as Eden plugged her headphones into her Macbook. SHe was happy not hearing about his exploits. Bad enough he was cheating on Barrett in the first place in her book.

"Well he's fucking hot sex," Finn said, "But...the condom broke."

"Ah..." Cody said, "But I thought you didn't like guys wrapping it.."

"Only ones I know well and trust," Finn said, "I know Sheamus but not like you, Sami or Stuart."

"So? Sheamus only sleeps with Cesaro.."

"And Fandango..who's probably dipping it bare in Sami right now!" Finn said.

"Oh shit...well, no sweat," Cody said, "Just get a BioSure and Bob Holly's your uncle."

"I meant...what if I've given Sheamus something? Really think he'll keep that schtum?!" Finn huffed.

"You're getting tested tomorrow," Cody said firmly, "I am taking you myself."

"Ah...course," Finn realised the true implication of that.

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And so endeth When Raw Wraps! THis was the season finale.

So much drama and messiness to close it.

Will Ambreigns become a thing now Roman's had a taste of the dark side? Will Dean remain loyal to Seth after he strayed (albeit with Seth's blessing). What will Seth's eventual return mean for Dean and Roman?

Will Dean and Coddles repair their friendship?

Will Wade discover the web of lies before he leaves the company and will he leave with his head held high or under a cloud of betrayal?

Will Sheamus confess to Cesaro and Wade what he's done? Will Finn keep quiet about it?

Will Sami and Neville resolve their differences now Sami's on the main roster?

Will Coddles and Stephen Amell stay together as things are aleady shaky with the distance and issue of casually sleeping with Finn and Sami?

Most importantly, will Finn ever stop causing drama?

Find out soon in my next upcoming chaptered fic. Watch this space and thank y'all for taking the time to read and review this over the past 2 years!

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