Kaval turned the water to a steamy temperature and removed his workout uniform. It had been a tough workout session and his patience was growing weary from the constant jokes flying around about his new light pink 'Property of LayCool' shirt. Their games of humiliation of him were to be expected. However, being forced to parade around the shirt wasn't the worst part: Michelle and Layla were insatiable. He would constantly have to please them, whenever they wanted him to, no matter how tired he was. Even if one wasn't in the mood the other was sure to have him all to herself. He almost wanted to blame his three to one losing record to them running him ragged.

He tested the temperature and rubbed his neck with his free hand. He closed the opaque glass shower door behind him and felt the hot trails of water begin to roll over his sore shoulder. He thought he heard a noise outside.

"Hello?" Kaval shook his head when no one answered. Being around the eccentric women's tag team champions was making him paranoid. He shivered at the memory of the celebration after they had won.

"Hey Kavalie!" they two shouted after bursting through the bathroom door. Why didn't I lock it?

"How did you get in?" Kaval's deep voice grumbled as he turned his back from their prying eyes at his private parts.

"Ever since you started asking for a separate suite, we've been asking for duplicates of your room key." Both stared at his well sculpted ass. Kaval tried to hide his blush. Layla and Michelle giggled at how shy he would act no matter how many times they saw him naked.

"Hey... Hey... Hey... Kavaaal~!" He peeked over his shoulder and saw Michelle running her hands through her blond hair in a sexy pose as Layla slid her hands over her best friend's body, lingering on her chest.

"No... No way..." His voice low and stern. Both of their jaws dropped at his response. "What do you mean 'No'?"

"No… Means 'No.'" Kaval knew better then to tell two catty divas no, but he was desperate for at least one night off. He tried ignoring them making disapproving noises at him again. Michelle leaned in and whispered in Layla's ear. They nodded to each other.

Kaval heard the shower door slide open and close. He continued lathering his chest trying to get clean. He felt lithe feminine fingers drag up the skin on his back. He curled into her touch. "Don't mind me, I'm just trying to help you wash your back." Layla murmured innocently.

She grabbed the bar of soap from him and began massaging his back. As much has he was reluctant to admit it, her tender hands were helping him.

"Feels good?" she asked just loud enough over the falling water into his ear.

"Mh-hm..." Layla reached around to fondle him and squished her soft breasts up against his back. "How about this?" Kaval tried to hide his growing arousal. His member was betraying his outward intention.

"I knew you couldn't resist us... All we have to do is wind you up, and you're ready to play, huh?"

Kaval turned around and placed his hands on either side of her face and leaned in close. Layla stared dreamily into his eyes before going on the tips of her toes for a kiss. Kaval felt butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, he returned the affection and moved his hands down her back and gripped her rear. She draped her arms around his neck as he pressed his hardening manhood on her. Michelle watched from the outside, a hand down her pants as she watched the show progress.

"Oopsie..." Layla –accidently- dropped the soap. She slowly bent over; making sure Kaval was watching and pressed her round backside onto him. "Sorry about that..." Feeling her below him with her smooth skin against such a sensitive part of his body made his blood begin to boil. He willed himself not to budge. The sound of water splashing and draining on the two lovers filled the empty room.

"Come on..." her voice almost pleading, "Don't you want me?" It pained Kaval to see the hurt look in her eyes. He rested his hands on her hips and slowly teased her slit with the head of his cock. She whimpered for him to continue. Inch by inch, he penetrated her. Layla moaned heavily as she took his full eight inches. She splayed her hands on the warm tile wall as Kaval moved himself closer and slowly pumped in and out of her. His slow pace became agony for them both.

"Oh... More..." her hoarse voice pleaded. Kaval lifted her leg up for a better angle and increased his speed. Layla's boobs were pressed up against the glass for Michelle to see. She smirked and gave a devilish look as Layla licked the glass at her. Beads of water collected and spilled endlessly off of Kaval's pale back as steam curled against the yellow light of the bathroom. He grunted like an animal and crushed her closer to him, his breath on the crook of her neck. Layla's eyes closed and she cooed his name sensually. Kaval began to stimulate the pink pearl between her legs with his free hand. Her cries of lust became louder and more desperate for release. Kaval was already at his breaking point. The heat combined with his unrelenting thrusts were pushing him farther and farther into oblivion. He could feel the velvet interior of her pussy against his aching cock. Layla clawed at the tile and screamed as her orgasm pulsed sporadically. Kaval shattered into white hot intensity and emptied himself inside her, his hips instinctively thrusting a few final times.

Kaval embraced Layla, the water washing away his cum from their legs. Michelle entered the shower and lightly touched his back. He looked at her and leant his arm to her as well. Layla and Michelle leaned in on either side of his neck and began sucking and biting at his hot flesh. Within minuets of their games, his near flaccid dick had grown hungry and hard again.

Michelle moved herself before him and playfully shoved him to the back of the shower. Layla pinched him and announced she was going to bed. Kaval winced and Michelle wrapped a long leg around his compact body. He lapped at her bosom and relished in smothering himself in them. He wasted no time in plunging himself deep inside her walls. He may have been shorter than her, but he made up for it in his powerful strokes and ravaging speed. After so much of her own foreplay on herself, she was already hot and heavy for more.

Kaval tightly gripped her hip and bite her neck as he continued his vivacious thrusts. His aggressive love making was tinted with pent up rage and buried energy. Their lips met and Michelle moaned desperately. Kaval tongue massaged hers and he cupped the skin between her thigh and toned ass with one hand. She responded by holding him tighter with her thin leg. He tangled his fingers in her wet hair as she nibbled on his bottom lip. His body felt as if it were on fire, as if he was being consumed by flares of passionate lust.

Michelle felt the familiar tingle in her nether regions that could only mean one thing. She dug her nails into his back and he growled, fucking her harder. He huffed and felt himself explode inside her, his seed coating the inside of her walls, lubricating it so he could thrust faster. She didn't last long and milked his cock for all it was worth in riveting contractions of her inner walls. Their heads rested together for some time before she kissed his forehead and thanked him.

The next morning, Team LayCool was chattering like birds in an aviary with a quiet Kaval treading behind them. The two divas stopped and turned at him. "Gee Kaval, do you have to walk so slow?"

He glanced at Michelle with deep purple rings under either eye and sighed. The dynamic duo exchanged glances and grinned back at their rookie. They linked arms with him and insisted they skip the rest of the way to the NXT casts' practice room.

All of the rookies and even some of the pros watched on as Michelle and Layla cluttered Kaval, still wearing his bothersome pink shirt, with doting affection.

"Remember to flip that frown around!" Michelle said squishing his cheek up with a finger.

"Smiles go for miles!" Layla chimed in, helping her teammate in getting Kaval to force a smile. He simply stared at them with tired, forlorn eyes.

"We're going shopping!" Layla proudly proclaimed.

"But don't worry you can come later to help us with our bags!" Michelle said brightly. They two each held up a hand to make a heart sign up to Kaval. Layla blew a kiss at him while Michelle gave him a sly wink and they were off.

Husky Harrison made a whipping noise as The Varsity Villain, Alex Riley, pocketed his iPhone after recording the whole incident.

"That is totally going on Youtube." He remarked with a smirk. Many of the stars looked away embarrassed for Kaval and a few sniggered at the jab.

Kaval grinned to himself. He knew deep down that he didn't need to let their remarks bother him; he was the World Warrior. He was a seasoned athlete with a burning desire to compete. And no matter how taxing it was, at the end of the day he was still banging some of the sexist stars the WWE universe has to offer.

I wrote this because I found the dynamics between Kaval's solid and gentlemanly personality matched (somehow) with Michelle McCool and Layla El's extravagant and mean-girl persona were just too cute. Each were in contrast and brought out the best in one another…. And also that it would be totally hot for them to make the nasty with each other….WATCH NXT, VOTE KAVAL! Whoo~!

iPhone is a respected trade mark of Apple and Youtube to Google, and I don't claim ownership of either or any of them, respectively.