OMG whats this?! A new fic from me almost 4 years later? Long story short, a hell of a lot changed in my life since late '16 and I stopped watching wrestling for a while. I wouldnt call myself the devotee I used to be but I always watch the PPVs and keep up best I can.

I did start a fic in late 2018 but never finished and my old laptop died so that fic died with it :( But I knew I couldnt keep away any longer so here we are. It's just a glorious mix of my faves plus other wrestlers I rather enjoy looking at. Expect smut, silliness and controversy just like before. It's fanfiction, it;s fun, let's keep it that way in this toxic world, huh? It's pretty lemony, let's just come to to terms with that!

Set in the same universe as all my other fics from 2011 onward. Apologies but I do reference events and storylines from my previous fics! Takes place roughly between Takeover Portland and now. Pairings? Um...several! Let's leave it at that! HAHA.

I will not mention COVID19 as this was designed to be pure escapism.

Disclaimer - do not own any of the characters, they are property of WWE and AEW. This definitely didn't happen.

The American nightmare, Cody Rhodes was laying idly in his bed, checking twitter. For someone who once professed to hate the bird app, it was ironic how much he was on it these days. Same with instagram. Well, the apps did help his meteoric rise to superstardom since he quit WWE back in 2016. And as the head honcho of All Elite Wrestling...

DMs.

DMs.

DMs.

Mehh, he'll answer them later.

The door to his en suite bathroom opened and Maxwell Jacob Friedman AKA MJF, one of his biggest stars in AEW appeared, a tiny towel around his waist.

"You're such a procrastinator," MJF quipped.

"Sorry Max but I'm still recovering. You did leave a 3 day load in my ass," clapped back Cody.

Did you really think Cody stayed committed to actor Stephen Amell? Bitchhhh.

"You could have at least taken my phone off the damn tripod," MJF snarked, whipping off his towel and climbing back next to the blonde beauty. Cody giggled and kissed him.

"That's one of the hottest videos we've done yet," Cody said.

"Do you reckon thats why we're slaying WWE in the ratings?" MJF grinned, resting a hand on Cody's silky smooth ass.

"What, all the talent in AEW having Just For Fans and OnlyFans?" giggled Cody, "Course. Why do you think I hire hot men?"

"Because you're the fucking casting couch you slut," MJF replied, "An AEW tryout is a breeding session with you."

"Hey! Only if they're tops!" pouted Cody.

"We need to book that trip to Fire Island soon," MJF said, "Be good to get all the boys together again. If nothing else just to see the look on the Young Bucks' faces. I am the future face of YOUR company after all. I pinned Cody."

"Frequently," Cody mirked, rolling on top of him, "You gonna get editing our vid then or what?"

"I have 220 pounds of bottom slut pinning me right now," MJF clapped back, "Jesus Cody...can you let a man breathe?"

"Nope. Hehehehe."

"At least give me my phone."

"FINE. Harrumph." Cody climbed off his fuckbuddy and personal favourite talent and opponent and padded across the room, deftly unclipping MJF's phone from the tripod and handing it to him, before laying next to the really rather beautiful hunk.

"What shall we do today?" MJF asked, also idly checking twitter now.

"I dunno, edit our video? Gotta make sure its ready to go online first thing Sunday morning, peak traffic," Cody replied, "When the gays are at their thirstiest. Hanging or coming down and needing some porn."

"I've got an idea!" MJF sat upright with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Surprise me."

"Brandi's away until Monday night right?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Usually it's just us, Sammy, Kip and several grams of coke, right?"

"We not good enough for ya anymore?" pouted Cody, "Could always go work for Vince if you're bored. If you like being emasculated by his daughter on TV every week, held back and made to play second fiddle to Lesnar."

"You know sometimes you can be such a pissy little queen," MJF snorted, "But now you mention WWE. I was thinking..."

"Maxxie, babe, you're hot but you aint much of a thinker. OWWW!"

MJF spanked him playfully but forcefully. He threw his considerable weight onto Cody, pinning him to the bed.

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" Cody licked his lips, his pretty face sparkling in a mischeivous grin.

"Firstly, get sucking. I can't deal with you speaking right now," MJF shuffled up so he was sat on Cody's chest, continuing to hold the bleach-blonde minx's wrists down behind his head. Instantly, Cody began to suck him off greedily.

"Good boy. Now *moan*, I reckon, we should bring *MOAN*, Fire Island here."

Cody slowly released MJF from his mouth.

"What are you on about?"

"Did I say you could talk. Suck. Ohhh...fuck..anyway; let's get Sammy and Kip over, but I think you should get in touch with your old WWE buddies."

"WHAT?!" Cody shrieked in horror.

"Balor and Zayn."

"Balor?! She's fucking turned hetty." Cody sassed, "And Zayn needs a fucking haircut."

MJF slapped Cody round the face with his cock.

"Oh please, that bleach rotted your brain?! It's just like you and Brandi, she's bearding!" MJF snorted, "You of ALL people can see that. Jake Atlas tells me exactly what's going down in NXT. Balor only went back there because she ran out of good dick on Raw and Smackdown!"

"I don't believe you."

"For someone who wants to be the modern fresh face of pro wrestling you're so stuck in your ways," MJF said, "All this 'fraternising with rival promotions is banned' bullshit. How many ex WWE people are with us now?! You can be such a hypocrite sometimes. Hell, we've just signed Jake the fucking Snake."

"Maxie, just shut up and eat my ass," complained Cody, "I can't deal with you right now. Make me cum properly. Then maybe then we'll talk."

"Oh you're just salty because I gave you a ruined orgasm," teased MJF, "I suppose you've earned it, taking my 3 day load."

"Damn fucking right I did," Cody said.

MJF released his wrists and watched as the pretty blonde wriggled into his familiar face-down, ass up position. Yum. A job where you can fuck the boss AND enjoy it? He'd made it alright. Cody had such a perfect ass. He leaned behind Cody and got to work. Sharp moans and whimpers filled the room.

Cody had never met a man who could eat ass as well as MJF could. Fuck. As long as Cody was in charge at AEW then MJF would be (literally) the top guy. Legends like Jericho and squared circle generals like the Young Bucks were great helping hands of course in AEW, but Cody had to have his own new posse of hot gays in his promotion.

"S'no good," MJF growled, "Looks like I need to breed this ass again."

It was OK, all the available men in AEW were on PrEP!

MJF began fumbling for the lube, grunting in mild exasperation. At last, he found it, nestled in folds of the duvet. He slicked himself up and slid easily inside Cody. Mmmm. It helped that Cody was such a slut. He began to pound the blonde hard and fast. Cody's sharp wails reverberating off the walls.

In Cody's hot tub a little while later, he and MJF were sat with iced coffees (naked obviously). Cody had been thinking seriously about MJF's mad idea about inviting some WWE guys over and now he'd had a second round of satisfying sex he was more open to the idea. It'd be nice actually, to have a little party. Wild weekend. Just him and lots of hot boys! Hehehe. He'd lost touch with his old friends over the past year as AEW really built up steam and it was sad to see them as rivals now. After all, for all his shade throwing against WWE, if it wasnt for them, Cody wouldnt be where he was now, and he was of course grateful.

But even talking about Finn Balor again had stirred something. They were so close back in the day. Finn was the gayest thing Cody had ever met, even gayer than him, and seeing photos of the two-time Intercontinental Champion getting married to a WOMAN of all people (and a very beautiful one too) had been nothing short of a sucker punch to him. MJF, Sonny Kiss, Sammy Guevara, Jon Moxley and Kip Sabian, aka Cody's gang of gays (reconnecting with Jon once he'd come to AEW had been great after their friendship had soured in Cody's WWE days) all called him out on his hypocrisy after he'd been married (in an OPEN marriage) to Brandi for 6 and a half years. Hell, Brandi was visiting the now-pregnant Nikki Bella this weekend for some long-overdue catchup time!

"You're quiet babe. I worry when you're quiet," MJF stated, cuddling the blonde to him and pecking the wet locks.

"I mean WWE has got some serious hotties on their payroll," Cody murmured, "Jordan Devlin. Dijakovic. Tyler Bate. Drew Gulak. Hell, half of 205 Live. It's just..."

"Would Jake Atlas lie?" MJF said, "Even if Balor has been trying the hetero life, you're in no position to drag."

"She has a big dick and she wouldn't even top, she doesnt even like being jerked off when being fucked!" pouted Cody, "You're telling me she's willingly dicking down that whats=her-name, Veronica?!"

"That's why you're so salty!" teased MJF, "Because Balor wouldn't top you!"

"SHUT UP."

"He's confirmed," grinned MJF, "I've never seen a DM reply so fast."

"YOU WHAT?! MAXIE!"

"Well someone had to get the ball rolling," MJF said, "I've sent DMs to him, Zayn, Tyler Bate and Jordan Devlin."

Cody's phone began buzzing constantly with notifications.

"Be a DARLING and pass me my phone," sassed Cody.

"Get it yourself."

"I'm comfortable. I'm also your boss."

"Alright Vincess."

"Call me that again and I'll twist your dick off."

"As if. You couldn't handle having to top me. While you're at it, call your dealer."

"Give me a minute Maxie, I have about five billion WhatsApp notifications...what the actual fuck...oh. Balor's started a group chat. I didn't think she still had my number."

The group was called 'Interpromotional Cock Destroyers'.

Original. Cody had to giggle.

"Who's in the group?" MJF asked, peering over Cody's shoulder, finger idly tracing the outline of the blonde's new neck tattoo.

"Balor, Zayn, Devlin, Bate," Cody said.

"Well once Sammy and Kip come over that'll make what, 8 of us?" MJF said, "That's enough, even numbers...fuck, Devlin isn't shy is she?"

The group chat seemed to be dominated by Jordan Devlin's nudes. Mainly hole pics and a couple of him sucking guys off.

Tyler Bate:
Oi. You gonna talk or what Rhodes?

Rami Sebei:
Probably got MJFs dick in his mouth. You not see the tweet MJF posted earlier?

"MAXIE."

"Cody. Well we gotta whet their appetites ain't we?"

"What did you post bitch?"

"A screenshot from the video where I'm balls deep in you."

Jordan Devlin:
i can't wait! *devil emojis* should i invite dominik too? *monkey emojis*

Tyler Bate:
Jordan you are NOT having all the tops to yourself.

"MAXIE," whined Cody, "They're all bottoms! I shoulda clocked Devlin was a mini Balor in EVERY way."

"Zayn's vers. You're vers.."

"SOMETIMES" Cody cut in, "If I HAVE TO."

"I'm vers top," continued MJF, "Sammy and Kip are both vers. I think Bate is. He sent me a dick pic or two before."

Rami Sebei:
Cody SIS. you busy? only you're supposed to be the fucking HOST.

Huffing, Cody began tapping.

Cody Runnels:
sorry am in my hot tub with MJF. Hi boys *monkey emoji* hehehehehe

Rami Sebei:
SHE SPEAKS! It's only been YEARS. *hug emoji*

Tyler Bate:
Yo Cody, what time you want us?

Cody Runnels:
get here for about 7.

Jordan Devlin:
stocked up on pure for men *laughter emoji* Tyler and i are out buying poppers.

Private message from Fergal Devitt:

hey x

Cody rolled his eyes. He shouldve known.

"Just answer him," MJF said, "And add me to the chat."

Cody did so.

Cody Runnels:
hey Finny. Long time x

Fergal Devitt:
i've missed you *heart emoji*. i suppose i owe you an explanation. thank you for inviting us. what brought it on? its been so long.

Cody Runnels:
well I have kinda been busy lol

Fergal Devitt:
we do watch AEW sometimes. secret though, obvs. look, coddles..

Cody Runnels:
this party was more maxie's idea but I am looking forward to seeing you and sami again tbf.

Fergal Devitt:
omg sweets. you will LOVE jordan. he's the sweetest wee thang *heart eyes* and i did kinda send him your nudes *monkey emojis*

MJF let out a howl of laughter.

"Looks like someone's topping later," he teased.

"Shut up."

Cody continued his little chat with his one time bestie.

Cody Runnels:
do that again and I'll have you for revenge porn *angry shouting emoji*

Fergal Devitt:
*big sad eyes emoji*

Cody Runnels:
you know I'm gonna ask. please tell me what the fucking deal is.

Fergal Devitt:
*blushing emoji* V is lovely, sweets.

Cody Runnels:
am sure she is. whats the deal. is it all just *beard emoji* or are you *man and woman holding hands emoji*

Fergal Devitt:
SWEETS *laughter emoji*

Cody Runnels:
are you or are you not bi or pan?

Fergal Devitt:
queer as a 3 dollar bill sweets. and we dont stan bi erasure here.

Cody Runnels:
ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION

Fergal Devitt:
V and i only kissed for pics. we're not like you and brandi, ok?

"Am I right, or am I right?" MJF said.

"Yeah yeah OK, I'm a jealous bitch," Cody admitted.

"And there's nothing wrong with being bi or pan. You're pan," MJF reminded him.

"Did I say there was? Stop putting words in my mouth," snapped Cody.

Cody Runnels:
you must have topped at some point. explain Devlin. you trained him. Ha. "trained" him how to take dick more like. bet he was straight before you brainwashed him.

Fergal Devitt:
Someone jealous? *wink emoji*

Cody Runnels:
From what i see of him, you and him hooking up is britney spears choreography.

Fergal Devitt:
*laughter emojis* i have sat on his dick a few times yes. he packs. but yeah he doesnt like topping. hes tried so many times (mostly on me) but it's not for him. he's bob the nxt cruiserweight champion *kiss emoji* *sassy girl emoji* *nail painting emoji*

Cody Runnels:
hes litch a mini you. oh god. two of you in my house. *facepalm emoji* i can barely deal with one of you omfg

Fergal Devitt:
he will NEVER be me *queen emoji* but honestly hes the cutest. he's my wee protege hehe.

"Bob The NXT Champion?" MJF asked, confused.

"Bob The Drag Queen," Cody said, "Bob stands for big old bottom. DUH."

"Oh of COURSE," MJF snorted, "Get back to the group chat, catch up with Balor later."

"She'll be glued to me," Cody said, "She's only coming for my dick, not yours. *RAZZZZP*."

"Make him top you."

"Sure, right after I end hunger." Cody pouted.

"How about this," MJF suggested, "He's the big 4-0 next year isnt he? Why not challenge him to lose his topping virginity before he's 40?"

"I've barely sucked his dick," Cody complained, "I know him better than you Maxie. Anyhoo, there's plenty of other talent coming over. You should take Sami's cock. He can throw it down like a boss. God damnit, I should mute this chat."

His notifications were going bananas.

Kip Sabian:
bagsy tyler's ass first *devil emoji*

Rami Sebei:
I'm bringing a cock ring cos damn there's some cheeks to be clapped tonight.

"Sami's had a personality transplant," Cody remarked, "He was never like this in WWE."

"We call that growth," MJF teased, "How good a top is he?"

"Find out later," Cody shot him a sultry grin. They were both hard as rocks at the prospect of all these hot men, a frisson added by the fact they were mixing with their rival company.

"I think we best get the cock rings too, cos damn I ain't shooting my nut early," MJF said.

"Especially once we hit the blow," Cody said.

"I'd say score some molly," MJF said, "Save the blow until we've shot our nuts."

"Good idea. Just texting Dex now," Cody said.

Fergal Devitt:
hey Kip, just remember not all of us are tops *sad eyes emoji*

Kip Sabian:
Fergal not all of us cheat on our wives *looking eyes emoji*

Sammy Guevara:
KIP.

Kip Sabian:
Sammy *angel emoji*

Sammy Guevara:
Kip if you don't stop winding them up I'm not even gonna use spit on you and thats a promise.

Kip Sabian:
Sammy *devil emojis*

Tyler Bate:
we got held up i'm afraid *pic of his dick balls deep in an ass*

Kip Sabian:
*heart eyes emojis x 3* who's ass is that? Tyler

Tyler Bate:
who do you think? Jordan's on heat so i thought i'd give him a load to keep him quiet *sassy girl emoji*

Fergal Devitt:
VIDEOS PLS

Cody Runnels:
HOT AF *heart eyes*

Cody was solid at this. His eyes were on the two WWE youngsters. Well, Tyler Bate. YUM. Jordan Devlin was pretty though.

Jordan Devlin:
*pig emojis* *video of Tyler fucking him in a parking lot from behind, moaning loudly*

Tyler Bate:
*video of his load leaking out of Jordan*

"Get out this tub," barked MJF, "And bend over. I am so fucking hard."

Cody was scrambling out eagerly. Those videos had made him THIRSTY for dick! He bent over the side of the tub, phone still in hand.

"Good boy!" snarled MJF, standing behind him and pushing against his hole. Still stretched a bit from the antics of this morning, Cody accepted his entry easily.

"Ohhhhhhh YEAH.." whined the bleached blonde.

MJF was pounding him almost instantly. God Cody had an addictive ass. No wonder he was one of the biggest sluts in professional wrestling. He'd heard all the tales about him way before AEW was even a twinkle in Cody's eye. Wrestlers talk. It was a small community really. And reputations stick. Moxley. Rhodes. Devitt. Sabre Junior. Ospreay. All known to be the biggest sluts in the industry. It was hard to rank them in order really. And most wrestlers, even the ones who claimed to be totally straight, had had a go on their asses when post-show tension proved just that bit too much.

Cody was videoing the whole time, amping up the vocals for the camera but GOD. It JUST FELT SO GOOD.

Sami Zayn had drawn the short straw, and it was he who was on driving duty en route to Texas this fine spring evening. Packed into 'Old Betsy', his faithful Nissan Altima, was himself, Finn Balor, Jordan Devlin and Tyler Bate. An enviable cast in any situtation - not only were all four considered world class in ring talents, they also happened to be 4 of the most beautiful to look at. Finn, well, was so beautiful even straight men gave him second looks; Jordan - like Finn only younger and twinkier; Sami epitomised the scruffy otter more than any pro wrestler out there, and Tyler bridged the gap with his muscular physique and hipster barber facial hair.

"I'm SO EXCITED!" Jordan squealed, "Honestly, Fergie, thank you for agreeing to this!"

He leaned over the back of the passenger seat and hugged his mentor/occasional fuck buddy.

Finn giggled.

"Anything to keep you smiling Jordy."

"Oh PLEASE," Tyler snarked, "We been knew you'd jump off a cliff if it meant getting a go on Rhodes' dick again."

"She better not HOG that all to HERSELF!" Jordan pouted. "I want."

"I knew him FIRST."

"Bitch you had 2 years. MY GO."

"There's other lads there."

"Cody has the biggest dick. I WANT."

"And you'll get, Jordy."

"Clearly Bate didn't step up earlier," Sami chimed in, "Put your bottom on a leash please, Tyler, she's very distracting."

"Piss off Zayn and wax your chest HUN." snarled Jordan.

"God she sounds like Aries on a good day," Sami said, shooting Finn a sideways grin. The elder Irishman giggled and had to cover his mouth. Jordan could be hard work at times!

"And I like being on a leash anyway," clapped back Jordan, "So Zayn how does one find your dick under all that hair?"

"JORDY," Finn barked.

"Yes Fergie?" Jordan sucked his thumb, shooting Finn a cheeky grin.

Sami facepalmed. Dear GOD. Two Finns. One car. HELP.

"JORDAN." Tyler rapped out, "Behave."

"Sowwy sir." Jordan sank back in his seat, subdued.

"Thank you Tyler," simpered Finn.

"You can thank me with your mouth later," Tyler smirked.

"You'll have to fight Kip Sabian for it, she's wet for Ty's meat," Jordan piped up.

"I've had him before," Tyler said, "I might fuck him a little bit and then pass him to one of you."

"Is he vers?" Finn turned to Tyler eagerly, "He and Noam played together once but Noam never elaborated cos Noam doesnt like sharing."

"No he doesn't," Sami said, "That's why you had to stop fucking him remember Fergal?"

"He turned total bottom so I had no choice ACTUALLY, get your facts right SAMUEL," pouted Finn.

"You took Devlin's dick often enough and she's not exactly masc for masc is she?" Sami grinned.

"I made one exception because Fergie's pretty," beamed Jordan, "I mean who wouldn't want to eat or fuck dat bussy?"

"Hey Dev," Tyler chimed in, "I think today should be the day you top."

"NO." Finn folded his arms.

Tyler was whatsapping Cody and the CEO of AEW had just told him about MJF's suggestion.

Tyler Bate:
he just said no *laughter emojis*

Cody Runnels:
i've waited too long tbh. and its my house.

"Not even if Coddles begs you?" Sami said.

"SAMI."

"Fergal."

"You were there in our throuple days. He tried it then and he'll try it now. Not budging. I am a BOTTOM."

"So am I but you made me top bitch." piped up Jordan.

"I'm older than you," Finn clapped back.

"I'm prettier. Old man."

"Oh JEEZ," complained Sami, "We shouldve brought Saraya with us to keep you all in line cos LORDDD Tyler, I am STRUGGLING to keep them under control."

"Not a bad shout," agreed Tyler.

"NO FISH!" Jordan screeched.

Tyler smacked him, shooting a reproachful look.

"Ow." Jordan huffed, looking mutinous but placated.

The freeway continued to pass by, the laughter and jollity within Old Betsy had died down a while back as conversation often does on long road trips.

"We should stop for a drink or something soon," Sami said, "Dunno about you Fergal but I could stretch my legs a bit before we hit Cody's."

"Mmm hmm."

"You OK Fergal? Talk to me."

"I see a service station," Finn said, "Pull in."

"Thank Christ," Sami sighed, "I forgot how long it takes to get to Cody's."

He indicated quickly and changed lanes to head off the freeway and began following a narrow road towards a rest stop. It wasn't a massive one but there was a Starbucks and a diner thankfully. Both Tyler and Jordan were fast asleep in the back.

"Awwww," Finn said, "Jordy's cute when he's asleep."

"She's tiring," Sami said, "Hey! Wake up!"

Tyler grunted and stretched.

"We here?"

"No, but I need a fucking drink," Sami said.

"I'll grab one too," Tyler said, "Don't wanna wake Jordan up, it's so nice and quiet."

"Don't be mean!" Finn complained, "Jordy!"

"Mmmffff..." Jordan's eyes fluttered open.

"Hey," Finn waved adorably at him. Sami side-eyed - Finn just did one of Cody's 'isms'. Oh God. Here we go, like 2016 all over again.

"We here?" Jordan's face lit up, "Bring on the DICK."

"Not yet," Finn said, "Just stopped to give our hot ginger driver a break. Need a wee though, wanna come?"

"SURE!" Jordan jumped out eagerly and linked his arm in Finn's, "Back in a jiffy Ty!"

"Okay babba, be a good boy," Tyler chuckled, planting a fat kiss on Jordan's lips. He was vaping and pacing the dusty gravel of the parking lot as he watched the two irish doppelgangers sashay effetely way, arms linked, camply gushing nineteen to the dozen to one another.

"Peace..." Sami sighed.

"I know right," agreed Tyler, "I dunno how we put up with them?"

"Cos they're pretty," Sami said, "Can I have some of your vape?"

"Course, and thanks, you know, for driving," Tyler said.

"I don't mind, you said how Jordan's awful with Waze and Google Maps," Sami said, puffing gratefully on the electronic smoking device, "Gonna be weird seeing Cody again."

"Hate to tell ya bab but I also want to fuck him," grinned Tyler.

"Cody's a hot piece of ass," Sami said, "I just hope he's not exhausted himself, according to the group chat he and MJF have fucked a few times today already."

"I'm SO taking MJF's dick, my hole started pulsing when they dropped that video of them banging over the hot tub, you seen how thick MJF is?" Tyler sighed, fanning himself, "Who you got your eye on anyway?"

"Honestly, any of them will do," Sami said.

"Jordan's said he really wants to take you," Tyler grinned conspiratorially.

"Is there anyone she doesn't want to take? Her hole will be battered!"

"Why do you think he always shades you the hardest," teased Tyler, "Its because he's actually really thirsty for you."

"Not many cars about," Sami said, "Fancy a bit of fun whilst the girls are away?"

"Fuck yes!" Tyler beamed. He edged towards Sami and began to kiss him. Sami moaned into the bristly blonde lips and eagerly returned it, hands vanishing into the back of Tyler's gym shorts.

"Fuck, we havent much time and we'll get caught," he gasped.

"Rim me then," Tyler said, snapping his shorts to his ankles to reveal a Nasty Pig jock and turned around against the Altima's rear door. What an ass. Sami sunk to his knees and began to eat him out in earnest. Tyler moaned and whined in ecstasy. FUCK. This was so hot. And being eaten out by a bearded man felt THE BEST. And the sun on his ass cheeks just enhanced the experience.

Sami stood up and dropped his own gym shorts, before teasing Tyler's opening with the bulge in his own jock (all four of them had jocks on underneath gym kit obviously - why dress up when it would all come off once they were at Cody's? Naturally Finn and Jordan opted for crop tops and tiny booty shorts. Sami and Tyler were in vests and slightly longer gym shorts and backturned snapbacks, serving LA gay at their finest)

Tyler turned back to face the ginger otter and devoured his lips once more before sinking to his knees to start sucking Sami off.

Finn and Jordan, clutching iced coffees, were heading into the mens room to freshen up. Obviously, being the squirrel friends they were, they took stalls side by side. Neither of them stood to pee.

"Fergie, you're very quiet love," Jordan said.

"Yeah, I'm nervous about seeing Coddles again," Finn admitted.

"I know love, you know I was only playing," Jordan replied, "I know how much he means to you."

"You're just excited, I know how hyper you get baby," Finn said, "I haven't seen him in person for a good couple of years."

"When was the last time?"

"Late 2018, Sami, myself, Paige and Bex went to visit him just before Survivor Series," Finn replied, "We had a wee coke fuelled proper catchup once the girls went to bed."

"That was when they DP'd you wasn't it?" Jordan breathed.

"Yeah," Finn sighed.

"Would you rather we all werent here?" Jordan asked.

"No no no, it's not that at all," Finn said hurriedly.

"You know you can always tell me anything Fergie. Do you still have feelings for him?"

Sniffling sounded from the next stall.

Jordan hurriedly pulled his jock and booty shorts up and flushed before exiting the stall. This was partly why he was glad to get some alone time with Finn. He could tell when stuff was bothering his mentor and close friend. He turned up the screaminess to try and lighten proceedings in the car but he knew that once he got Finn by himself, he'd get the truth out of him.

He knocked the stall door.

"Fergie?"

Sobs.

"Can I come in?"

"Uh-uh."

The chain sounded and Finn emerged, head in his hands, shaking with sobs. Instantly Jordan wrapped him in a fierce hug. Yes, was the answer to his question. After all this time, Finn's heart was still Cody-shaped. Finn ALWAYS found a way to talk about AEW in the group chats, or on Twitter. Always finding excuses to meet up with AEW wrestlers such as Pac (FKA Neville in WWE AKA Sami's ex boyfriend). Jordan saw right through it all.

"Baby," Jordan soothed, "It's OK. You don't have to hide it from me. You know I don't judge."

"I'm nearly 40 Jordan," sobbed Finn, "And I'm still in love with a boy who I last worked with 4 years ago...well we didn't get 1 match together."

"I don't know why you don't just go to AEW," Jordan said, "You'd be much happier. Even your heel run in NXT has shades of Cody."

"So many of my friends are in WWE now," Finn sniffled, "I'm not unhappy, especially not in NXT at the moment...but Jordan, when he said he was quitting it was like my world fell apart. And it fell apart all over again when Moxley joined AEW."

"Why do you hate Moxley?" asked Jordan.

"He was jealous of Cody and I being friends," Finn said, "And then him just jumping ship and becoming queen of AEW from the off...it was like.."

"Yeah I know, gays will be gays," Jordan agreed, "But we gotta accept that every gay will hate one gay that other gays love. I mean, I still am gagged you went on a whole bearding mission just to copy Cody."

"No shade on V, she's amazing, and it's nice to have a girl I can talk about boys with," Finn said.

"You had Becky for that," teased Jordan, "I know though. It sucks that she ended up dating the guy you fucked for a while."

During his and Seth Rollins' tag team run in 2017-18, Finn and the Monday Night Messiah had obviously gotten down and dirty several times. He still wasn't okay with Seth and Becky's relationship though he obviously never made that public - only Jordan and Sami knew how he truly felt about it.

"We'll go drink these coffees, and you can bend my ears silly," Jordan said, "I'm sure Zayn and Ty will be OK without us for a wee bit."

"Ohhh YEAH," Tyler moaned, grabbing the trunk of the Altima as he got his muscular ass well and truly pounded by a very game Sami. They could get caught at any moment and it was just turning them both on even more.

"God your ass feels good," Sami grunted.

"Don't stop!" whimpered Tyler, "God you hit my spot just right."

"Been gagging for some ass the whole drive," Sami hissed, "Any of you three wouldve done biut *GROWL* am so glad it;s you.."

He spanked Tyler's tanned cheeks hard, making the young Dudley native squeal. Fuck yes. Tyler was that perfect mix of dom top and sub bottom. And when he bottomed, boy was he a sub.

"Ya close?" mewled Tyler.

"Mmm hmm, clench for me...good boy Tyler...fuck yes, give me that ass."

Tyler could hardly believe Sami used to be bottom only. He was SUCH a good top. Slept on to be honest compared to pretty boys like Jordan and Finn.

Sami reached around to jerk Tyler off. Mmmm that uncut dick. He loved British and European bottoms. Tyler's moans grew even louder. Oh god. Sami wasn't gonna last. But best to blow that first load now so he could last longer at the party. Tyler was thinking the same. Even though he'd blown a load in Jordan earlier. He was the youngest of their little quartet after all.

"Fucking film it!" he whined.

Oh yes. Tease the group chat.

Sami reached for his phone and began to video himself nailing Tyler's beautiful muscular ass, his handsome bearded face twisted in pleasure, really playing to the camera as he skilfully continued to hold the young Black Country boy in position with his free hand.

Tyler was close. Sami didn't need to reach around any more, if he continued to be bent in this position his prostate was being stroked just right and he'd explode hands free. Oh yes Sami. Don't STOP! Don't stop!

"FUCK...gonna.." he squeaked, hoping Sami was still filming.

"Yeah you gonna cum for me?"

"Ooooh...ohhhhh..ohhhhhhh..."

"Yeah GOOD BOY..."

Tyler let out a scream as he trembled right over the edge, spraying the rear fender of Sami's car. GOD that felt GOOD. But Sami hadn't given him his load yet. So he wasn't fully satisfied.

"Keep going, y'am ain't cum yet.." he breathed, accent doubled in strength.

Sami loved a British regional accent. And hearing Tyler lose it was causing him to thunder to his own climax fast. He continued to pound, still filming.

"FUCK!" he bellowed, his Canadian accent deepening gutturally as he drove deep inside the young West Midlander, his climax burning its way out and into Tyler.

Both men were gasping.

That was a hot fuck.

"Come here," Sami breathed.

Tyler let out a satisfied chuckle as he turned to kiss those deep vermilion bristles. Mmmmm.

"Don't pull out just yet bab," he sighed.

"Gimme a minute Tyler."

They basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before Sami eased himself out of Tyler.

"You still filming?" asked Tyler.

"Yeah," Sami checked his phone.

Tyler squatted down.

"Don't miss the money shot," he hissed.

Sami made sure he got a good view of that perfect ass releasing his load before finally hitting 'stop'. He pulled up his jockstrap and gym shorts. Tyler's legs were still shaking as he stood back up and leaned against the car.

"Best cover up before the girls catch us," Sami grunted.

"Legs are still shaky. Give us a sec."

Tyler gingerly began to pull his shorts back up. He'd kept his jock on the whole time they were banging.

"I reckon we should post a teaser to the group chat and the full one to our JustForFans," he suggested.

"Good plan," Sami said.

"TYLER BATE IS STUNNING!
TYLER BATE IS CLASS!
TYLER BATE IS SEXY!
SHE TAKES IT UP THE...SSSHHH!"

An Irish trill split the air.

Only Jordan.

Sami and Tyler both went crimson as they were faced with a grinning Jordan and an innocent-looking Finn (yeah right).

"Couldn't keep it your pants hey Sambo?" Finn piped up.

"Neither could Tyler, we saw the money shot," Jordan grinned.

"In fact, we saw quite a bit of that little live show you were giving," Finn chimed in, "Hope you haven't completely emptied your balls."

"Especially YOU," Jordan prodded Tyler in the chest.

"You know I can go for hours," Tyler clapped back, "I'm young so shut your hole."

"ANYHOO," Sami added, "You two have been a long time."

"Iced coffees called," Finn said.

"Where's ours then?" Sami folded his arms.

"Yeah," added Tyler, "You couldve at least gotten one for our driver."

"Oh I'm taking over," Finn said, "By the sounds Sambo was making he needs to recover."

"FERGAL," growled Sami.

Finn sucked his thumb and grinned mischeivously.

"Out with it," Tyler said, "You banged in the toilets didnt you?"

"We actually just went for a wazz and a coffee cos Fergie needed to get something off his chest. Plus we also needed to douche," Jordan said shamelessly, "We been knew what strong coffee does to my internals."

"I'm sure Cody wouldn't have objected to you doing it at his...ugh...please, for the love of GOD tell me those are fresh water bottles," Sami groaned.

"Who do you think we are, downlow straight men?" snorted Jordan, "We keep travel douches in our clutchbags."

"We ready to go then ladies?" Tyler quipped, "Mind you don't step in Sami's load."

"Shoulda kept it in ya," Jordan sassed, "Amateur."

"We're not all rabid cumdumps like you," Sami said, "Miss thirty-five loads in one night."

"I still have never been prouder of you Jordy than when you did that," Finn beamed.

At the earlier NXT UK tour, Jordan had visited SBN, a sex club night held every Sunday in Union, a rather grimy club in Vauxhall, London. He was VERY popular. He'd taken thirty-five men, including the two pretty well known porn stars whom were performing the live sex show that night. In fact both had already booked him for future filming sessions - his body had certainly caught some eyes.

MJF and Cody were setting up the house ready for their guests. Plenty of vodka and gin (pink gin for Jordan as he repeatedly reminded them all in the group chat) - MJF had suggested champagne but Cody reminded him that gassy drinks were a no-no. He wouldn't even put out any of his own branded beer.

There was also a huge box of ice on the dining table as well as balloon gin glasses and some custom American Nightmare-branded high balls. And of course Cody's cigars.

Cody had made sure that Monterey and Colby-Jack, his two smaller, elder dogs, were safely asleep in the spare room, but he allowed Pharoah, his beloved white husky/wolf cross, to roam free. And because the beautiful, graceful animal was always such a hit with guests.

He and MJF were sporting Nasty Pig jocks. Cody also had on white knee-high socks with red bands on.

"I think you should get your harness on," MJF hissed.

"Should I?" Cody licked his lips.

"Yes boy," MJF snarled, pulling the blonde in for a kiss, "And get one for Devlin. By the sounds of it hes a real little piggy."

"He's a mini Balor, who is also a fucking pig," Cody said, "I hope we have enough tops to go round."

"Devlin looks like he's big into fisting," MJF said, "So if we run out of dicks.."

He made a slow punching motion.

"I wish they'd get here Maxie because I'm getting SO horny," moaned Cody, "Be a love and pour a few gin and tonics whilst I go get harnessed up. Pharoah will keep you company hehehe."

ROOOF.

The beautiful white dog was sat down almost on cue, tail waggging contentedly as if to agree with Cody.

"Your dad is going to be very very naughty tonight," MJF perched next to him and ruffled the glossy white head, "I think we may have to put you to bed so you don't walk in. Wouldn't want you having to go to dog therapy would we? Hey? No."

The doorbell rang.

Instantly Pharaoh sprang up and his booming barks split the air.

"Get that Maxie!" Cody called, "I'm douching."

"Yeah OK thanks for sharing," snarked MJF and he wandered to the door, "Pharoah! Stay. Good boy."

He pulled the door open.

"Well hey there, surprised he's not riding you on the fucking sofa!" The distinct English accent of Kip Sabian remarked.

"He just wanted to let you all know he's douching," MJF snorted, "Oh hey Sammy."

Kip kissed MJF in greeting and bounded in. He was followed closely inside by Sammy Guevara.

"No WWE guys yet?" Sammy said, after greeting MJF with a kiss too, "Oh well, just like in the ratings, AEW beats WWE."

"SAMMY!" snapped Kip, "Can we not?"

"Do you think Codes will mind if I borrow his downstairs bathroom?" Sammy said, looking noticeably fidgety.

"Considering what we've got planned for later..." MJF began but Sammy had already bolted past him and sprinted into the bathroom, banging the door shut.

"I'd move far far away," Kip said, "Don't wanna kill the mood. DAMN this jock looks great on you. WOOF."

The young Brit spanked MJF's muscular ass and chivvied him into the living room.

"What's up with Sammy?" asked MJF, "He's not sick?"

"Not at all, you know he refuses to use public toilets," Kip rolled his eyes.

"Yeah OK, don't need any more info," groaned MJF, "Can I get you boys a drink?"

"Oooh! Pink gin!" Kip squealed.

"Knew you'd be after that," MJF chuckled, reaching for a gin glass whilst Kip was making a big camp fuss of Pharoah, talking to him in high-pitched nonsensical baby talk.

"Pharoah says you best garnish with raspberries," sassed Kip.

"Yes boss," MJF snorted.

"Well hello fellow Gryffindor," came Cody's voice as he hugged and kissed Kip, "Just you?"

"Sammy's currently clearing out," Kip giggled.

"OKAY ENOUGH," complained MJF, handing Kip his pink gin and tonic, garnished, as requested, with raspberries. DAMN did Cody look fine in a black leather harness - a custome one made to measure his buff frame, naturally. He looked every inch the circuit queen dick pig ready to take on Fire Island and MJF (and Kip) was HERE FOR IT.

"Where's our hostess's drink?" camped Kip, delicately sipping his gin and perching back next to Pharoah. He was happy to drink gin, smoke and bitch whilst commandeering Pharoah and ogling all the other hot men to be honest! He was excited to catch up with Jordan Devlin the most! It was a shame Sonny Kiss declined the offer to come tonight really.

Kip, Sammy and Sonny considered themselves as the plastics/Charlies Angels/Three Amigas of AEW. Cody was obviously Regina George. Natch.

"I'm just making one now, keep your thong on," MJF sighed.

Kip was wearing a white thong under his gym shorts - and he'd posted a hot selfie in it for the group chat. He had on adidas socks and trainers, rocking the more british take on the muscle queen look. And backturned cap of course. He knew he looked HOT but honestly, he was more of a social girl.

"Shall we do a line?" he asked naughtily, as Sammy sashayed in.

"She's after the sniff already," Sammy sighed, "Hey Codes...sorry, long drive." He went to hug Cody.

"Oh honey we've all been there," Cody said, "Drink?"

"Bacardi and coke if you've got it," Sammy said, "Who's the second harness for?"

"Devlin," Cody said.

"Oh we know her," Sammy giggled, "Biggest cum pig in professional wrestling."

"Second," Kip piped up, "She's just a Prince Devitt in training. We been knew."

"And Devitt just spent years trying to copy Codes," Sammy added, "All tea, no shade...oh thanks Codes."

Cody handed him a rum and coke before gratefully taking a gin and tonic from MJF.

"So," Kip sipped his drink like he was on Untucked, perching on the sofa and tapping it so Pharoah climbed up and sat next to him. He liked to think he was Cody's pet's favourite house guest! "When Devitt shows up, are we all to go outside to the hot tub so you and her can have a catchup shag with flowers and candles?"

"KIP." Sammy almost choked on his drink.

MJF was also chuckling as he made himself a vodka tonic.

"MEAN!" pouted Cody, "Y'all need to quit the dragging."

"SIS," Sammy lay a hand on his shoulder, "It's the biggest open secret across the fucking business that Devitt still is in love with you. She's coming for your dick and your dick only."

"What if Maxie has me locked?" sassed Cody, "She'll have to climb one of you."

"Suits me, she's got one of the tastiest asses I've ever eaten out," Sammy shrugged.

"She does give great head," Kip said.

"Oh Kip, Kippy, Kip, Kip," Cody grinned, "You're only here for the drama and for Pharoah."

"I'm easy, might get me some WWE dick if I feel like it," Kip said, "Pharoah and I can be the responsible ones and judge the rest of you hoes, isn't that right Pharoah? (he nodded the dog's head and put on a high pitched voice) Yes I'm judging you."

Sammy and MJF snorted.

"Well it means I don't have to keep a watch on him," Cody said, "But don't do that to him, he doesnt like it. And I'm not having you missing out on the fun Kip, m'kay? You want some dick or hole, you go get it. Yeah?"

"Okay hun," Kip said, "Though I would like to have a proper catch up with Jordan first."

"Oh yeah?" MJF teased.

"She and I were like that *he crossed his fingers* on the indies," Kip said.

"BITCH, you and her have shared more tops than I've had protein shakes," Sammy snorted.

"And each other," piped up Cody.

"You never complained when I piped the living shit out of you at All Or Nothing," clapped back Kip.

"So did half the damn locker room," MJF added.

"And WHAT? My company, my ASS so shut your traps," Cody Z-snapped the lot of them.

"Poor Dustin, exposing his dear little brother's ass in the ring when it had my load in it," Kip said, "That could've been such a disaster."

"Gross," MJF said, "Anyone ever told you that your sense of humour is fucked up, Sabian?"

"Pfft, snowflakes, the lot of ya," Kip said, "Sammy, gonna strip off or what, babe?"

"I will when you do."

"I'm not getting my thong out whilst I'm chilling with P," Kip said, "I'm just gonna sit and perv on all three of you."

"Wish Sonny couldve come, feels weird without her," Sammy said.

"She never was much into group sex though, you know that Sammy," Kip said.

Another surprise about Sonny Kiss, at least to Cody when he hired him, was that despite his outward flamboyant appearance and gimmick (and amazing ass), Sonny was actually a huge power top. Cody wouldve hired him instantly regardless, but the fact that he'd overpowered the blonde Georgian and left him with shaking legs for several minutes afterwards meant that Sonny had had his contract virtually cast in stone! Also, Sonny had made the first move on Cody.

"Unless it's with us," Sammy said, "But still, I miss her."

"We can send her pictures and videos," Kip said.

"I was hoping to see her get dat thicc ass nailed, its wasted on a strict top," Sammy complained.

"Fem tops EXIST," butted in Cody, "I thought you two were better than that."

"Oh here she goes, climbing onto her soapbox already," Kip rolled his eyes, "Take your buttplug out already Coddles. Actually don't, it's probably holding MJF's numerous loads in you."

"Wanna wear that drink?" snapped Cody.

Sammy was stripping off his vest and shorts. He was wearing a rainbow hued Andrew Christian Trophy Boy jock and very skimpy singlet combination. He looked delicious and MJF instantly boned up. Sammy was one of his favourite co workers to fuck after Cody.

"Fuck...serve it Sammy," Cody hissed.

"Back off, I'm claiming this ass," snarled MJF, downing his drink in one and pouncing on Sammy, devouring the Cuban's lips and grabbing that ass.

"OI! Not in front of Pharoah!" Kip barked, covering the dog's eyes.

"Oh let them sis," Cody grinned, "Hey Maxie, why dont you get us some more ice?"

"I'll help," Sammy shot flashing eyes at MJF and followed him out into the kitchen. Ice wasn't what he was after. No bitch.

"C'mere..." snarled MJF, pushing Sammy against the kitchen counter, not even bothering to shut the door. Sammy whined and kissed him back ferociously before turning around, ass out. FUCK. MJF sunk to his knees and buried his face between those naturally silky smooth cheeks. Such a sweet hole on this boy. Fuck yes. Sammy's whimpers filled the kitchen, increasing in volume as MJF spanked his cheeks a bit.

"Gimme a load before the WWE lot get here," whined Sammy.

"Shut up and spread your cheeks Guevara."

MJF spat on his hand and slicked up. Sammy liked it rough and raw. Both as a top and a bottom. He efficiently prepped Sammy before pulling the pouch of his jock aside and freeing his hardon, complete with cock ring. He had a feeling this wasn't gonna be the last ass he'd fuck tonight. He'd already given Cody a good couple of hard poundings today after all. He shoved into Sammy and began to thrust into the young Cuban-American wrestler hard and fast, pulling his undercut hair right back and clapping a hand over his mouth, Sammy almost screaming with gratitude. Oh YES! Just how he LIKED IT. And MJF was jerking him off. He would stop once he made Sammy shoot.

The sounds of MJF and Sammy having rough sex were easily carrying through to the living room.

"Shall we go watch?" Kip grinned to Cody.

"Hell YES," Cody said, "Pharoah! On guard."

The dog practically rolled his eyes as if to disapprove of them as the two men sashayed towards the kitchen to watch MJF well and truly nail Sammy over the counter. Instantly they were both hard. Naturally Kip and MJF would fuck every now and then too. So they both knew how good Sammy must be feeling right now.

As MJF removed his hand from Sammy's mouth, the pretty twink let out a strangled scream and exploded hard all over the counter.

"Good boy," purred MJF, "Good boy."

Sammy just mewed contentedly, gasping and slumped over the counter. Oh his ass hurt so good, he may have to sit out for a bit!

"So you gonna clean up that mess?" Cody piped up.

"Sammy will lick it up," Kip chimed in.

And Sammy did just that.

That was horny.

"Feel better Sammy?" Kip grinned.

"Much Bettah!" Sammy smirked, in an over-the-top cockney accent that sent Kip and Cody into giggles and MJF rolling his eyes.

"Beer break," MJF said.

"No beer." snapped Cody.

"Yes ma'am, I'll get another chick drink shall I?" teased MJF.

At that moment the doorbell rang and instantly the air was yet again split by Pharoah's booming barks.

Kip and Sammy both turned to Cody who was suddenly looking nervous.

"You OK?" asked Kip after a few seconds of silence.

Cody swallowed. He hadn't seen Finn since that last catchup almost 2 years ago. It was easy enough to chat on WhatsApp earlier but in person was a different story.

"Devitt?" Sammy added.

Cody nodded.

"I'll get the door if you like?" MJF had been in the lounge getting another drink.

"No Maxie, it's best I go. You boys go get yourself drinks, make yourselves comfortable," Cody said, taking a deep breath, "Kip, could you try and keep P distracted babe?"

"Sure!" squeaked Kip and he bounded back into the hallway, "Pharoah! Pharoah! Hey! Whassis? Your squeaky pork chop?"

The sound of a rubber pork chop chew toy being squeaked sounded. Cody shook his head and smiled to himself.

"Sure you're OK?" MJF was still hovering.

"Honestly Maxie, am fine. I best not keep them waiting," Cody said, "Go fix the gruesome twosome a drink."

"If you need a minute, just ask," MJF smiled, "This was my idea after all."

"And it was a good one, I'm just being a pussy," Cody said, "Go. Mush."

He took a deep breath and padded to the door and pulled it open.

Well, well, well. Get started with a bang (or several!) or what. This first part is very AEW heavy but the WWE characters will appear in the next one. There's no real plot to speak of, just lots of fun and games! Hope you like it!