A Little Love
Rating: PG13
Content: m/m slash, language
Characters: Miz, John Morrison, mention Alex Riley
Summery: A little M/M loving after an upsetting match, inspired by RAW 9/27/10
Written 10/1/10 (tech 10/2)

"I will fucking kill him! Little rat-faced fucking bastard. How dare he hit you!" Miz was ranting, his arms locked securely around John's waist.

"Babe." John frowned, wiggling to try and extricate himself from his lover's tight grasp. "I'm fine. Your protege tried to beat me up too, you know."

"Yeah, but that was in a match, not a cheap shot after the bell. Little fucking bastard," Miz growled.

"Babe, I have to take a shower," John stated, trying not to get annoyed with his over-protective lover. "Can you let me go?"

"Fine." Miz reluctantly relaxed his grip, John still having to twist his way out of the loose hold. "Do you have a bat?"

John groaned. "Miz, promise me you won't actually try to kill him," he demanded.

"Ok," Miz retorted, "I'll use a folding chair, that's wrestling condoned."

"Not off camera," John pointed out. "Seriously. I know you hate him, but he's got his tongue up someone's ass to get this push in the first place, take your anger out by giving him hard shots in the ring."

"John," Miz whined.

"Babe!" John sighed deeply. "Look, I want to smack him as much as you do, but you have to let it go for now. We'll kick his ass on Sunday."

"Little fucking rat," Miz muttered. "No one hits my boyfriend! No one."

"I'm a wrestler, babe, lots of guys hit me," John stated.

"Not like that! He had no reason to even go after you."

"Miz!" John grabbed Miz by his shirt, jerking him in close. "Stop it! Its bad enough that we have to do crappy angles, buts its worse when you obsess about it all the time! I don't want that little asshole to steal our personal time together! We're on the same show, and we got to wrestle a match together. I don't know about you, but I think its fucking hot when our bodies can slide against each other in the ring. So how 'bout we leave work in the ring, and just appreciate each other?" He leaned in, close enough that his dark eyelashes brushed against Miz's face as he closed his eyes. He brought their lips together, engaging Miz in a sweet kiss.

"Oh baby." Miz sighed, his hands sliding down to rest on John's tight waist. "I love you. That's why I'm so protective."

"I love you too." John glanced around the deserted locker room, leaning to whisper in Miz's ear, "I normally don't do this at work, but if you come along now, I'll get on my knees for you in the shower."

Miz licked his lips, a little surprised by his normally shy partner. "Really?"

John just gave him a wicked little grin, taking his hand and leading him into the shower room.


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