AN: Thanks for all the early support! Just so I can paint the mental picture better for everyone, in my mind while writing this story Cody's disgusting mustache is nonexistent, Punk's hair is the sexy shaved-ness he's currently rocking, Daniel Bryan's beard has not yet spiraled out of complete control and Randy Orton with his hair doing whatever it wants because he's sexy regardless. Enjoy! :)

"Lighten up Punk, for God's sake!" Randy snapped. He, John Cena, Cody, Punk and Kofi were all standing around catering at an arena.

"Lighten up? Shut up! For once! You always waltz around telling your drunken stories or stoner memories and this happens every time! Do you think I'm suddenly going to one-eighty my entire belief system and laugh along with your idiotic tales?" Phil snapped back, louder. The others were all either looking down or off in to the distance while he and Randy glared at each other.

"It's a stupid belief system! And also one that next to no one believes in. You're in the large minority Punk, I'm not sorry that I don't tip toe around and cater to you fragile feelings."

"Trust me, I could care less what you or anyone else thinks. It's not that you hurt some sort of fragile demeanor within myself, I just feel obligated to call out idiocy whenever I see it." Phil said, and followed by giving Randy a complete up down.

Randy's eyes narrowed and his forehead furrowed. "I'm an idiot?!" he yelled, to which Phil nodded. "I'm an idiot?!" He repeated himself. "You—"

"I am too. It's not that bad." John chimed in playfully. They both looked at him for a second heatedly and he returned to looking down at his shoes.

"You are an idiot!" Randy yelled. "I'm normal! I live my life to the fullest extent and I do stupid things and I have fun doing them. Fuck you if you want to live perfectly and condescend to the rest of us."

"Who else do I yell at in the middle of catering Randal?! I respect that everyone can do with their life what they choose and I could care less if I disagree with that choice. You, on the other hand, purposefully recant things in front of me that you know will piss me off to piss me off. Fuck you Randal!"

"Man," John chimed in again. "Now you all want to fuck each other? Now that's a one-eighty," he joked, elbowing Randy's arm.

"Fuck off John!" They both yelled in unison, and then stared at each other wide eyed and shocked. John backed up and walked away from all of them.

"I admit it, I do just love to piss you off Punk!"

"You didn't need to, I knew that prick."

"Cause you're the almighty Punk! So perfect and so smart!" he yelled in an obviously sarcastic tone.

"I like the sound of that!" Punk yelled back with a teethy grin. "I'm glad you of all people came up with that!"

"For the love of—" Randy started but was cut off by a hand placed on his t-shirt covered chest. Cody slid right in front of him and just stood there staring into him. After a few moments Randy slowly nodded. He grabbed Cody's hand in his and they turned and walked away together. Punk just stared at them in disgust.

They walked towards guerilla because Randy's match was coming up soon.

"I don't understand why you're always trying to fight him." Cody said.

"I..I," Randy tried to speak.

"Do you really just enjoy it that much? Because it's awkward for me and everyone else."

"I don't just enjoy it. I do, but that's not the only reason. I… I just don't buy his whole 'make your own choices' thing. He judges each and everyone of us who drinks or anything. So I'm just more upfront about it so I can call him out on his bullshit."

Cody nodded. "Okay… But maybe just cool it a little? At least when I'm around. He gives me enough grief just for being with you, I don't need you to fuel his fire."

Randy stopped, and Cody turned to look at him. "Okay, baby. I promise." Cody smiled and Randy gave him a quick kiss to the lips. "You know what I don't understand though?"

"What is that?" Cody asked, still smiling.

"I don't understand how one second I can be moments away from ripping a man's head off with my bare hands and the very next second I can be completely calm and happy, just because I look at you. Just because I stare deep into your beautiful eyes."

Cody's smile grew. "Yeah… I um… I don't—I don't understand that either."

Randy smiled back as he grabbed Cody's hand and they continued their walk. "If you didn't catch this from my little speech, I love you."

Cody laughed. "Yeah, I think I got it. I love you too."

When they reached the fateful curtain Randy faced his love. "So, you going off to the showers?"

"Yea."

"Ok, I'll try to hurry back to you."

Cody nodded. "Have a great match."

"Like I have to try," Randy winked at him. Cody laughed and they parted.

...

Cody was alone in the shower. Most other Superstars showered after the whole show was over, or directly after their match. Cody always hung around with Randy and waited for his match to start before showering. The near scolding hot water splashed off his hard toned body as he lathered himself up all over. His hands roamed over his bulging arms, his sculpted pecs, his chiseled abs. His hands gently roamed down his slim waist. His cock slowly started to grow from the feeling. He looked around the room again to make sure he was alone really fast. He was. He faced the shower jet again, as one of his hands grabbed his cock. He slowly stroked up and down. He lightly bit his bottom lip. His jerks continued as his other hand traveled to his ass. A finger massaged over his entrance. His hand sped up, his thumb rolling over his tip on each upward stroke. The finger at his hole pushed in. He wasted no time, pushing all the way in to the knuckle. He groaned and started to jerk himself off harder. His eyes closed, he ignored the sound of the shower, just feeling. He just felt the wonderful feeling of both his cock and his ass being pleasured. He ignored everything else. His finger started to slide in and out quickly. He jerked himself as hard and fast as he could. He thought of Randy. He felt Randy's hand pulling on his manhood, his finger pushing into him. His moans became louder but he still attempted to stifle them.

Suddenly a naked chest completely collided against his back. Cody jumped, both of his hands stopping, eyes flying open as he turned around quickly. Before he could even see who it was a mouth crashed against him. As the lips moved against his, he kissed back. He knew the familiar feeling of Randy's lips. He pulled back.

"What are you doing?" Cody asked, shocked and breathing heavy as he looked up and down his gorgeous naked man. "What about your match?"

Randy smiled at him. "Last minute change of plans. I just had to pull off a distraction." He grabbed Cody by his back, pulling their wet, hot bodies together. "I was going to just come shower with you but…" he trailed off as looked down at himself. Cody followed his gaze to see his boyfriend's hardened cock. "I saw the show you were putting on and things changed." He then lifted Cody up at his waist and Cody instinctively wrapped his legs around him and Randy walked them over so Cody's back was up against the shower wall.

"Randy, someone could walk in here!"

"Who cares?"

"Randy!"

"I locked it." He said as he kissed Cody again. Their mouths opened and their tongues met. Cody's hands wrapped Randy's neck, pulling him closer. Randy positioned his cock right at his hole and he pushed in slowly.

"Give it to me Randy!" he said against his lover's lips.

"You want it?" Randy whispered back in a joking and teasing tone, still slowly pushing in.

"No, Randy I mean it. Just push in already. Fuck me."

Randy's face pulled back as he stopped his cock halfway inside. "What are you talking about?"

Cody sighed. "I love you. And I know you love me. You tell me, you show me, every single day. For once, though, can we not make love? Can you just fuck me? Hard and rough, just give it to me. You don't have to be so gentle with me."

Randy paused and just stared at him. "Cody, I fuck you the way I do because it's the way you deserve. I don't want to be rough with you and hurt you more than I have to. I know it's difficult for you to understand because I'm the only guy you've ever been with, but I've had it both ways. The rough and fast fucks are meaningless. They demean a connection. There's nothing in that." Cody looked away. "Cody." He said sternly and the eye contact returned. "This—you and me, means more than anything in the world to me. More than anything else I've ever felt. So I fuck or make love or whatever the hell you want to call it to you, in the most meaningful way I can show that to you." Cody nodded slowly. "Okay?"

"Okay." Cody said, "Let's keep going."

Randy urged his cock in more and more until it was finally fully sheathed. He and Cody both breathed slow and heavy. Randy kissed him again, hard, his tongue exploring all over the inside of his mouth. He felt Cody's face move in a nod against his own. He continued to invade his mouth as he motioned his hips down and up in a slow and smooth pace. He broke the kiss to moan, the tight confines of his lover creating too much pleasure for him to ignore.

"Holy fuck Cody," he said, laying his head against the wall right next to Cody's, "You amaze me every time."

Cody began to move his own hips up and down on his lover's cock, meeting Randy's own pace. "I know baby. You fill me up so good… Just as good… as the first time," Cody managed to say between pants and moans.

Randy sped up his pace, now hitting Cody's prostate repeatedly. He grazed all over the side of Cody's neck with light kisses. Cody's hands moved to Randy's ass, grabbing each cheek hard enough to leave marks. He pulled Randy in every time he thrust up, and moved his hips down simultaneously, pulling Randy's cock in as much as humanly possible. He moaned at the new depths Randy was filling in him. Their chests and abs were mashed together so tightly the water running down on to them couldn't get between them. Randy's hands tightened on Cody's hips. Randy started to push in even harder, grunting roughly every time. Cody groaned loudly. The feeling of being held up and tightly confined up against his lover's hot, hard body and the hot water showering down on to them was so erotic.

"I'm close baby," Randy said. One of Cody's hands reached around to his stiff erection, jerking it fast and rough, knowing it wouldn't take long to climax. Randy pushed in a few more times and came hard, gasping loudly. Cody felt his lover's warm seed shoot up in to his body and the sensation sent him over the edge. He exploded, leaking cum all over his chest. Randy's lips molded to his again as he thrust in slowly a few more times.

...

Daniel and Punk walked into the locker room together, seeing Wade was the only man still in there. They walked to their lockers and pulled out a change of clothes, both of them still currently in their ring gear.

"Vince and creative won't be able to deny it much longer, is all I'm saying." Phil said to him, "The fans, their 'WWE Universe,' wants me in the main event."

"You don't have to tell me," Bryan said back while stuffing his duffle bag. "So are you chill now?"

Phill's head tilted as he stared at Bryan. "What do you mean?"

"I heard that spout you had with Randy earlier."

"Oh, that. That was nothing. I don't let him get to me."

"You yelled at each other for fifteen minutes. That's not 'getting to you?'"

"No. Randal's an idiotic asshole. I kinda make it a point to not let idiotic assholes have any long term effects on my mood."

Bryan laughed. "Okay, cool."

Wade waved to the both of them as he walked out of the room. Phil followed him, and locked the door behind him. He turned back to his friend. "Hey Bryan," he said slowly. Bryan stopped what he was doing and looked up at him. When he did Phil slowly pulled his trunks down his slim hips and let them fall to the floor. "You wanna?" he asked with a smile and an arch of his eyebrows.

Bryan laughed awkwardly. "Now?" Punk nodded. "Um… Yeah." He laughed as his huge dorky grin took over his face. He pulled off his boots quickly as Phil walked over to the closest bench and sat down to do the same. Bryan pulled off his trunks and stuffed them in his bag and then went around to face his friend. Punk stood before him and smiled. He grabbed his waist, spun them around, turned Bryan around and pushed him down by his neck. Bryan complied completely, and bent down over the bench. Phil kept one hand on his waist as the other went to jerk his semi erect dick a few times. When he was fully hard he said, "I'm ready."

"Okay," was all his friend said before slamming all the way inside of him in one quick push. Bryan yelled, one of his hands flying to his mouth to try and muffle it. Phil was already in to the hilt as her circled his hips, loosening up Bryan's hole. He hummed as he did so.

"How bad is it?" he asked.

"It's pretty bad." Bryan grunted.

"Hold on, it'll get better." Phill said as he began to move.

'Yeah. Yeah I know," he responded. The pain was still searing at the moment though. He bit down on his hand.

"Feels so good!" Punk almost yelled. His cock was pulling almost all the way out before slamming all the way back in to the hilt with one hard slam. He was pushing in that hard and fast every time. The quicker he got the better it felt for the both of them.

"Oh God, yes. Yes. Yes." Bryan said as the pain finally subsided and the cock inside him was filling him and creating a hot friction against sensitive entrance. Punk chuckled a little bit. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Bryan yelled, half joking and half letting himself be over come with the wonderful feeling. He laughed at himself in between moans. Punk sped up, moving in and out at a rapid pace. He looked down at his cock and watched it pull out and enter his friend repeatedly. It made him hornier.

"Fuck!" he yelled as he grabbed Bryan's waist excruciatingly hard. He began to pull him back onto his cock as the same time his thrusts pushed in. The pain of the tight grasp turned Bryan on a little more. One of his hands found his erection and he stroked himself in time with Phil's thrusts. He moaned lightly as he felt that tight sensation in his groin.

"I'm gonna cum Phil," he said. Punk nodded as all his movements intensified at once. He pushed in harder, faster, pulled Bryan back harder and further. They were both moaning and the collision of their hips was making a loud smacking noise that echoed across the locker room. Daniel's wrist sped up and the feeling of his thumb repeatedly massaging his tip was too much and he came all over the bench. Punk grunted at the added tightness around his cock as he exploded too. He rode out the orgasm before pulling out. He turned and sat quickly on the bench. Bryan did the same, sitting right next to him. They both panted hard as they sat, and their cocks grew soft.

As his breath returned to him Phill grabbed Bryan's knee. "Thanks man. That was fun." He stood up and went to grab his trunks up off of the floor.

"Yeah. Yeah it was." Bryan responded as he spun around on the bench and reached for his change of clothes. Phill did the same. "So, like are you… Do you have anything planned tonight? We could uh—hang out or something."

Phil was pulling his clothes on, "No I can't tonight. Lita happens to be in the same town as us for a rare instance so we were gonna catch up."

"Oh oh right." Bryan was pulling his clothes on too. "So are you guys like a thing or what?"

"A thing?" Punk laughed. "Nice terminology. We used to be, a long time ago. Things didn't really work out so now we're just friends." Punk was fully dressed now and he pulled his bag up over his shoulder and walked towards the door.

"Gotcha," Bryan said whilst pulling on a shirt.

"So, yeah, I'll see you in a couple days." Phil said with a wave as he unlocked the locker room door and walked out.

"Yeah," Bryan tried to call out in time but ended up saying it for only himself and the locker room walls to hear as he stood alone.