Miz stopped, turning around to see Kofi walking towards him.
“Just saw John go into the locker room”
Miz nodded, and started to walk off, but Kofi put a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, dude. What’s up with you two?”
“If I knew, you think I’d fucking be putting myself through this”
Miz shrugged Kofi’s hand off his shoulder, and strode away down the corridor. Kofi looked after him, shaking his head. He couldn’t find it in himself to be offended. Miz often came off as brash, but not usually rude. He had something weighing on his mind, that was obvious. It was cool.
Miz opened the door into the locker room, but didn’t immediately see his tag-team partner.
He walked inside, closing the door behind him.
“John……baby. Are you in here?”
Miz caught movement out of the corner of his eye, then finally saw John sitting on one of the wooden benches, in a corner, in a shadow cast by some of the lockers.
“Baby” Miz walked over and sat down next to him, grateful both that he’d found John, and found him in an empty locker room, but he was concerned too, John hadn’t even looked up since he’d entered.
“You still wanna call me that?” John asked softly.
“Baby?.......why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know why you saved my ass out there”
“You saved mine”
“Yeah…..you didn’t bump my ass out of the money in the bank match”
“You won the match, baby. You didn’t bump me out of nothing”
“What if you don’t make it into that match. I don’t want you to miss out on Wrestlemania”
“Like I’d miss the biggest show of the year” Miz doffs his hat, and strips off his bandana, running a hand through his cropped black hair. “If I don’t get to be in the match, I’ll just be there as you’re personal cheerleader”
“My what?” John looked up, finally, his dark brows drawn together.
Miz leaned back against the wall, confident now that he’d drawn John out of his funk.
“A cheerleader. You know, the tank top, sneakers, pom-poms”
John cleared his throat.
“And the short skirt?”
Miz raised his eyebrows.
“That’d do something for you, would it?”
John tilts his head, considering.
“Maybe……I’d have to see it, to be sure”
Miz shakes his head.
“Well, maybe you’ll get lucky. We’ll have to wait and see if I can get into that match”
John shuffles right up against him, and runs a hand down Miz’s leg.
“You think maybe I can get lucky tonight. I don’t mind waiting for the costume”
Miz licked his lips.
“I think I can arrange that. Can you at least wait for the hotel room, though?”
John sighs, pursing his sexy mouth in a pout.
“I can……only cause I know you’ll make the wait worth it”
“Never doubt it, baby”
They made it to the corridor in the hotel, and Miz slid the keycard into its slot, unlocking the door and pushing it open.. John tweaked his ass, then winked at him, before sauntering into the room.
Miz smiled to himself, and was about to follow when a hand landed on his shoulder.
“Kofi, for the love of-“ Miz began in an irritated voice, turning around and coming face to face with Adam. “Adam, what are you doing here?”
“I’m on my way to my room” he paused. “You wanna come with?”
Miz laughed, more out of surprise than anything.
“Are you serious?”
“Cause I’m spoken for, man. That’s why not”
Adam raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, you mean John……..yeah, you should trade up, Miz. While you can”
Miz shook his head, incredulous at the guy’s attitude.
“And you should watch your fucking mouth. Anyone other than John would be trading down…..and you’d be right at the bottom of that ladder. Right in the damn gutter” Adam narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth, but Miz beat him to the punch. “John will win that match, and if he wants your belt afterwards, he’ll take that too. Now fuck off back to that troll woman, she’s the only one desperate enough to have you” And pushing past Adam, Miz went into the room, slamming the door shut in Adam’s face, quickly locking it again, before tossing the keycard aside.
John came out of the bathroom, as he entered, wearing only the pair of leather pants he’d changed into back at the arena.
“What kept you?”
“Just taking care of some bad rubbish”
He could sense the questions poised on John’s lips, but didn’t care to have to answer them, so he quickly closed the distance between them and captured John’s mouth with his own in a hungry kiss, sliding his hands down his back, and cupping the other’s man sculpted ass.
“You didn’t have no shower without me, did you?” Miz asked, when he finally parted his lips from John’s.
John quirked his lips in his patented smirk.
“You trying to imply that I need one?”
He broke away, and sauntered over to the bed, sitting down splayed-legged on its edge. Miz turned around and slowly walked over to the bed, then knelt between John’s legs.
“You know you always smell fucking sexy to me, baby”
John looked down at him, his tantalizingly curved lips parted, but speech seeming to elude him. Miz placed his hands on John’s knees and slowly stroked them back along his inner thighs to his crotch, then he took the zipper between the fingers of his right hand and slowly pulled it down, revealing the skimpiest of silk jockstraps, and a cock already beginning to stiffen. He did it, all without breaking eye contact with John, then in the same silence, Miz helped John to his feet, and they slowly stripped off each other’s clothes, discarding the garments to the floor. By then, Miz’s cock was already hard, but he didn’t want to rush John….this was their first time, first time going all the way, at any rate. To his surprise, John got onto the bed, lay flat on his back and spread his legs, then looked at him again with that smirk.
Miz could have drunk in the sight for hours, could have……if every instinct in his body wasn’t yelling at him to fuck John until he screamed his name. He just remembered to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand, before clambering up onto the bed. John’s cock stood up proudly against his flat stomach, his hole invitingly open between his wantonly spread legs. Miz’s hands were shaking, but he squirted a dollop of the lube onto his palm, then tossed the bottle aside, and used his right thumb to prepare John for his entrance. John hissed in a breath at the coldness of it, then let out a jerky whimper, as Miz slid a finger up inside him.
“Fuck, Miz. Stop with the damn teasing already”
Miz needed little encouragement. He’d already felt how readily John’s hole had stretched for him. He took his finger out, and replaced it with his throbbing cock, burying his full length inside John’s hole.
John started to pant.
“Oh…..God. Fuck me, fuck me”
Miz lost the last shred of hesitation, and began to thrust rapidly in and out, losing himself in the heat, the tightness that wrapped around his cock. He drove hard, bumping his cock against John’s G-spot. John rocked up to meet every thrust, driving them together to the orgasm that hit finally, sending Miz’s mind reeling as he came and came, calling out John’s name as he did so, before finally pulling out and collapsing back against the bed, his cock, and his whole body completely drained.
“I told you I’d get lucky tonight” John said, after they’d both had a shower, and were snuggled back together again in bed.
“Yeah, I guess you could look at it that way”
John ignored this sally.
“And not just once either. The blowjob in the shower……that was impressive. I gotta admit”
“You know me, baby. 100% satisfaction……every damn time”
John shifted position a little, so that he could look into Miz’s eyes.
“I heard what you were saying out there……to Adam. Do you really believe I can win that match?”
Miz leaned in and kissed him softly.
“Baby, I believe you can do anything, you know that”
John kissed his neck.
“You know I feel the same way…….but, I have to be honest, there’s just a little, sneaking part of me that really wants to see you in that cheerleader outfit”
“You have any particular colours you’d like it to be in?”
John shakes his head.
“Nope……just make the skirt short……that’s all I ask”
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