AN: OH MY GOSH! I'm so sorry this update took foooorrreeevvvveerrr. I'm in between houses and crashing with friends so I don't have a whole lot of time for stuff. But here it is! Enjoy!

"What is wrong with you?!" Dolph yelled. He was walking down a hall behind another man, who was walking faster in an attempt to get away from him.

"Fuck off," Stu said without looking back at him.

"Why would you think it's okay to treat someone like that? Especially someone you work with." Stu was still trying his best to ignore him. He had reached a four-way hall intersection and looked down every hallway. He was hoping to find other people in the hallways in the hopes that it would make Nick give up.

"I'm a grown man!" He wasn't successful; he turned right and walked down another abandoned hall.

"Really? That's funny because all I see is a horny, immature teenager right now."

"And Cody's a grown man. He got himself into it."

"You were taking advantage and you know it."

Wade then finally turned to face him. "And I don't fucking care! This isn't some kiddy playground! This is the fucking WWE. If Cody can't handle the players he shouldn't play the game!" He turned away from Nick emphatically. He found Randy Orton standing behind him, staring at him with those cold eyes. He was shocked initially then huffed, rolled his eyes and walked past the older man.

"How much of that did you hear?" Nick asked.

"Not enough."

Dolph didn't respond.

"What happened?"

"You know Cody wouldn't want me telling you."

"If Stu did something to him!..."

"He doesn't need or want you to fight his battles for him."

Randy took one step closer to him. "Anymore than he needs or wants you to? But here you are, acting like some kind of defensive boyfriend."

Dolph's face screwed up at him. "I just got pissed off is all."

Randy didn't respond this time.

"He just threw a fake charm on to get Cody to… to uh…"

"Sleep with him?" Randy fought to keep his face stern. He didn't show his emotion at work; not with his coworkers like Nick Nemeth.

"Yeah…" Dolph paused. He felt awkward having this conversation with Randy. The two weren't even friends and this was some fairly personal stuff. "But anyways, as soon as he got what he wanted the asshole came back out in full swing."

Randy only took half a second to process what he was told before he turned on his heel and went the direction Stu had walked off moments ago. When he found the Britt he sped up after him.

He grabbed his arm from behind him and dragged him into a room beside them. Luckily it was empty. He pushed Wade further in and locked the door.

"What the fuck Randy? You're not even his boyfriend anymore: what right do you have to be pissed?"

Randy threw him an icy glare before hurtling towards him. He crushed their lips together aggressively. It was hardly even comfortable. Randy didn't care. He shoved his tongue into the larger man's mouth without warning. He swirled it around inside the other's mouth as invasively as he could. Wade liked it. His hands grabbed at Randy's waist. Both men were already in their ring gear so now their skin collided. His tongue began to massage Randy's own. Orton pulled back.

"This is how you like it?" He asked, cold and emotionless. Stu nodded. "Good."

He reached for Wade's trunk and pulled them loose to fall at his ankles. He pushed him back until his back hit the cinderblock wall with a thud. He spun him around rapidly and then pushed him against the wall again, this time his front side hitting it. He then pulled his own trunks down to his ankles and grabbed his hard cock at the base. He stroked it a few times slowly as he moved closer in to the other man.

"You like this?" As soon as the last word left his lips he thrust up into Wade all the way with one quick motion. Wade's deep voice yelped at the dry and instant penetration. He didn't answer. Randy grabbed a fistful of the Brit's dark hair and yanked his head back with it. He turned his neck to look him in the eyes with his icy glare. "Do you like this?" He again finished his question with another harsh thrust into Stu's tight passage. Randy watched his face contort in pain.

"Just—Just give me a minute," Wade breathed between gasps of pain.

"No," Randy threw his head forward and began his hips' movement in a fast pace. He pushed his cock up as high as he could with each thrust hoping to stretch the other man as painfully as possible. His crotch was constantly hitting Stu's ass with a loud smack that echoed across the empty room. The smacks, Wade's deep gasps and Randy's even deeper grunts filled the room. As much pain as he was in, Stu couldn't deny his straining member. With one hand propping him up against the wall, his other hand moved to jerk himself off. It was stopped mere inches away. He turned his head to see Randy's hand had grabbed his wrist. Randy took the arm and twisted it behind Wade's back uncomfortably. "No," was all Randy said as he continued to thrust into him wildly. When he felt his gut tightening and his orgasm approaching at the tight heat encompassing him he knew what to do. He instantly pulled out of Wade, spun him around again so they were facing each other, and pushed him down to the floor by pushing down on his shoulders. He stepped so his cock was right in front of the other man's face and began stroking himself. He was so close now. He looked at Wade's face in anticipation.

He could see Wade's back just a few feet in front of him now. He looked to the side and saw a door, hoping it would be an empty room. When he was just about to reach for the Britt he saw Phil walking in the corner of his eye. All other thoughts and daydreams vanished as he turned to see Punk walking down a hall by himself. He stopped. He looked one way and saw Stu walking away, and looked the other way to see Phil walking away. He made up his mind and sped up after one.

"Hey Phil," he called from a few feet behind him.

When he turned to see Randy he suppressed his emotion and managed to just show a slight smirk. "Hi."

"Hi." Randy echoed. Then the two just stood there facing each other and looking around.

"So," Punk of course broke the silence, "You just wanted to say hey, or…"

Randy chuckled a little. "Well—I mean, I don't know. I just saw you and you know, wanted to say something or talk to you or…"

"You just wanted to talk?" Punk said with a smile. "Riiight," he added sarcastically.

Randy smiled back and pursed his lips slightly. "You're never going to believe me when I say that are you?"

"Never." They both laughed. "But I was thinking about you—"

"You were?" Randy smirked wildly.

"Shut up. And if you think you could control yourself, I think we should hang out." Randy looked at him questioningly. "Just hang out. Nothing else," he repeated.

"You want to do that? Hang out with me?"

Punk shrugged. "Yeah. Maybe you're not that bad. Or maybe you are. But how else am I supposed to find out?"

Randy laughed at him. "Okay. I'd like that."

Phil lost his fight with suppression this time and a nearly full smile came out on his face. "Good."

…

Cody had just made it to the hotel after Raw and was making his way up to Nick's room. He was already waiting for him. He knocked when he got there. He ran a hand through his hair and flattened out his polo as he waited. Nick answered the door with a smile.

"Hey man!"

"I know what you did," Cody said as he walked past him and into the room.

"Last summer or?" He closed the door behind him.

"Today," Cody answered. He took a seat on the chair on the far side of the room. "With Stu."

Dolph hung his head. He picked it back up before speaking. "Can we not make a big deal of it? Sorry if I was over stepping or belittling your masculinity or something but he was an asshole. And an asshole is an asshole and I don't like assholes."

Cody couldn't help but grin at his friend's rambling. "Okay," he nodded. "But don't do it again."

"Promise," he said, plopping down on the edge of the bed catty-cornered to Cody.

Cody just looked at him for a moment. He clearly did feel bad, it was written all over his face. "Nick," he said and he looked up at Cody. "Thank you."

Nick smiled. "Sure thing." He reached for the remote and turned the TV on. "Is there anything on tonight?"

Cody again just watched him. He could feel this warm thing in his stomach. He tried to localize or label it. It was kind of foreign. He hadn't really felt anything like it since he first started talking to Randy years ago… Oh no.