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The Greatest of All Time knows just what the Phenomenal One needs. (Slash)

AJ Styles furiously kicked open the locker room door after Smackdown. He had been in the after-show segment, so there was no one else there, which was all the better for him. His new travel schedule had left him with no chance to cum for over a week, and now he felt like a bull in heat. His dick was a long, hot brick very obviously outlined in his precum-spotted blue tights because he wasn't wearing any underwear, or even a jock. His performance in his match against Heath Slater had been anything but phenomenal, he'd been an ungainly, cum-dumb mess. He'd felt like a complete ass. Jericho had ribbed him for it afterwards, but AJ had been in no mood for jokes, and had taken offense. He hated Jericho anyway, and had been just waiting for an excuse to lay into him, and maybe even get a little physical. They'd been separated before that had a chance to happen, though. He'd hoped to be able to take care of business, so to speak, before the end of the show, but Xavier Woods had appeared, PS4 controller in hand, and had led AJ away to try to calm him down with some games. He'd known Xavier had meant well, and so had Charlotte Flair, who'd joined him on the second controller, but it had done nothing to relieve his terrible need, and he'd had to head out to the ring after the show trying to hide his hard on to do his segment with fucking Jericho.

AJ hastily yanked off his gear and almost ran for the showers, already palming his nine and a half inches. He stood under the warm spray, and had himself to the edge in less than a minute. But, the seething wrath boiling within him wouldn't allow him to release. A frustrated growl bubbled in his throat, and he worked his aching cock even harder and faster, but after what felt like an eternity, he still couldn't get relief. More frustrated than ever, the spray-tanned man turned off the shower, and wrapped a towel around his hips, left his soccer-mom hair dripping, and glared down with anger at his disobedient cock. He stomped off back to the changing area, thinking he'd still find it empty,

But no. Jericho was there, in his silly, sparkly, Greatest of All Time trunks. His back was to AJ, he was pulling clothes out of a gym bag. Why did he have to keep coming back for "one more run"? Why couldn't he just quit WWE and become a full-time musician? He turned around before the slightly younger ring veteran was able to conceal the source of his frustration, the tent in his towel. And, Jericho's eyes went right to it, and a small smile teased on his lips. AJ scowled at him, and went for his own bag, turning his back on the dishwater blonde with the colorful tattoos all over his dad body.

"Don't even say anything. I'm not in the fucking mood for any kind of bullshit," the Phenomenal One snapped, as he pulled out a pair of jeans from his bag. "I don't need it right now."

"I know what you need."

AJ spun around, his light brown eyes turned to sharp daggers, and the towel fell from his hips, displaying his throbbing, aching manhood to the coworker he despised. "I told you-"

Jericho stepped forward, and put a finger to his lips, and continued on as though he hadn't heard. "I'm sorry for giving you shit earlier tonight. I didn't realize what the problem was until later. I thought you were just working sloppy."

AJ wiped his mouth in disgust. "I never work sloppy, Chris," he spat the man's name out as though it were a piece of rotting food, and his hands, at his sides, balled into fists.

"No, no, of course you don't," the Greatest of All Time assured him. "The travel schedule takes some time to get used to. I know that you're tired, and...tense." He looked down at AJ's swollen dick. "You can't get rid of that, can you?"

AJ couldn't believe it. As much as he hated to admit it, Chris Jericho, Y2J, really was one of the greatest wrestlers in the world, and he was showing him the highest level of respect by coming on, and he was deeply touched by this. He realized that his hatred for Jericho was rooted in unfulfilled desire for the man. He softened, let the hate go, and shook his head. "No. It's really frustrating. I haven't had time, and I tried in the shower, but..." He trailed off, aware of how needy and whiny he sounded. He was embarrassed.

Jericho smiled softly. "Let me take care of you." It wasn't an offer, it was an order, and AJ nodded mutely. So did his dick, and a shiny string of precum dripped from his purplish glans. The older man's guitar string and ring rope calloused hand deftly caught it before it could drip to the floor. He worked the slickness on to his most sensitive areas with a teasing caress, which made AJ weak in the knees.

He pushed AJ's bag further down the bench, and sat down before him. He looked thoughtfully at AJ's long thickness before taking the whole thing in his mouth. A gasp of pleasure escaped AJ's lips, fuck, Jericho sure knew how to suck a cock. Automatically, his hands went to the older man's head, and grabbed it firmly, and Jericho pulled away, but only to encourage him by whispering "Yes, you do what you need to. Get it out." before locking his mouth back around AJ's hot and throbbing.

AJ thrust his hips forward over and over, fucking Jericho's face as the volume of the growls and groans he emitted increased. He was close, oh so close. His heart was racing, his eardrums bulging, and a thin layer of sweat stood out on his tingling skin. His face was nearly the same shade of reddish purple as his cock, and his eyes were glassy and almost unseeing. Jericho lapped and sucked eagerly at him every time he thrust his manhood into that warm, soft mouth.

Then, he reached up and grabbed AJ by the hips, holding him in his mouth as he sucked hard, rhythmically, and very fast, and AJ finally exploded, his fingers curling in Jericho's short hair as his toes curled against the cool tile floor. He moaned like a porn star as he squirted over and over into the experienced veteran's throat, and even though AJ wasn't expecting it, he swallowed every last drop, and sucked his wilting, relieved, cock clean until he was twitching and shuddering, on the brink of being over-stimulated.

But experienced veteran that he was, Jericho stopped, and looked up at AJ, who had that silly, post-orgasm smile on his face. "Thank you. That was much-needed."

Jericho nodded. "Don't mention it, and I mean that in more than one way. Don't want it getting out that I'm the greatest cocksucker of all time, too."