"Oh no." Christian eyed Test, who was running a brush through his long blonde hair. "Which poor little twink are you going after now?"

Test smirked. "Why don't you take a wild guess, babe."

Christian rolled his eyes. "Knowing you, could be anyone with an ass. Is it Cena?"

"That nasty little bitch? Hardly!" Test scoffed. "Nah, I've got my eyes set on a much more tender piece of meat."

"That Moore kid?" Christian questioned.

"Haven't even seen him," Test replied. "I ran into this little babe tonight, don't you remember?"

Christian frowned and thought for a moment, then his eyebrows raised as it dawned on him. "Hang on a minute. You can't mean that little Mexican kid?"

"That's him," Test confirmed.

Christian snorted. "Test, dude, you beat him up! And for no reason, no less. You think you have a flying chance in hell?"

"Oh, I've got more than a chance." Test smirked, turning to face Christian and grabbing his crotch. "I've got this, and this is what all little bimbos really want. I've known hundreds of boys just like Rey, and they were all total cock sluts. I'll have him in bed and riding me like the bitch he is in a few minutes at the most."

Christian shook his head in disgust. He stood and grabbed his bag, heading for the door. "I can't believe you ever get laid," he threw back at Test, shaking his pretty head again.

"Believe it, baby!" Test called after his fellow blonde, smirking as he ran a hand through his freshly brushed hair. "That little Mexican bitch doesn't know how good he's gonna have it tonight," he murmured, chuckling as he headed for the locker room assigned to the newest members of the company.

Randy Orton was in the middle of getting dressed in his street clothes when the locker room door swung open, Test strutting into the room. Frowning, Randy quickly yanked on his pants, promising himself that if Test tried to hit on him again, he was going to give the older man a nice, hard punch in the gut, consequences be damned.

Test, however, didn't give Randy a second glance. Instead, he moved right over to where the newest member of Smackdown, Rey Mysterio, was buttoning up his street pants. He tapped the young man's shoulder, Rey's mask-clad face raising to look at him suspiciously. "Hey there, baby," Test purred, his hand sliding down to Rey's shoulder to caress the younger man's still exposed chest. He frowned when his hand was slapped away by the young high flyer, but his sleazy grin quickly returned. "You're not still mad about what happened earlier, are you?" he murmured. "You know I was just teasing you. But I feel bad, and I want to make it up to you. And believe me, baby, I can *really* make it up to you." He chuckled, catching Rey's hand and pulling it to rest on his crotch.

Rey scowled at the far larger man, attempting to yank his hand away. Test, however, held it tightly, pressing it against his crotch more forcefully. "You know you'd love it," Test hissed, his eyes running over Rey's bare torso. "So let's just cut all the crap people normally fake their way through and just go back to the hotel, ok?"

"Leave me alone," Rey whispered quietly, turning his face back to his locker and trying again to pull his hand away, his teeth clenching when Test again prevented it. He wanted to slap the taste out of the big man's mouth for the things he was saying, but he knew that physically he was hardly a match for the huge Canadian.

"You don't want me to leave you alone," Test growled, his other hand moving to stroke Rey's back. "You want my cock in that sweet little ass of yours and you know it."


Test scowled at Randy, who was standing beside him, hands on hips. "You want something, rookie?" Test sneered.

"I think you should do as he says and leave him alone," Randy informed the tall blonde, standing tall as the Canadian looked down at him scornfully.

"Listen you little twerp, this hot little ass is mine, so why don't you beat it?" Test mocked.

"Are you blind and deaf?" Randy challenged, not about to back down. "He doesn't want to be in the same room as you, much less in bed with you! Maybe you should have a little respect and pay attention to what he wants instead of what your dick wants."

Test's nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing. "You want a piece of me, rookie?" he growled, finally releasing Rey's hand and getting right up in Randy's face.

Randy held his hands up, taking a step back. "I just want you to leave, ok? I don't want any trouble."

"Well maybe if you don't want trouble, you shouldn't stick your nose is other people's business," Test growled, advancing on the younger superstar.

Randy swallowed, wondering if he had gotten in over his head this time. As big as he was, Test was considerably larger, and, from everything that he had seen since joining the Smackdown roster, a hell of a lot meaner. A sense of relief flooded his body as the door to the locker room swung open, Shane McMahon poking his head in.

"Everything ok in hear?" the elder McMahon sibling questioned. "Thought I heard raised voices."

Test, never one to make himself look bad in front of anyone in power, pasted on a smile for Shane's benefit. "Nah, just me and the rookie going over a match," he answered with a shrug. "Guess we were getting a little too into it." His eyes flickered over the older man's body, his eyebrows raising slightly. "Damn, Shane, you must've been working out while you were off the road, huh? You look great!"

Shane blushed, giving the tall blonde a shy smile. "Well, a bit more than I usually do, yeah. It really shows?"

"Does it ever!" Test stepped a bit closer to the heir apparent, seeming to forget that Randy and Rey even existed. "I know this might be a little inappropriate Shane, but would you like to get a cup of coffee or something?"

Shane looked surprised by that. "Really? You want to get some coffee, with me?"

"I would absolutely love to," Test told him.

Shane licked his lips, glancing over Test's strong, powerful, attractive body. "Ok. Now?"

"Now," Test affirmed, grinning as he followed Shane out the door, closing it behind him.

Randy rolled his eyes, feeling a bit disgusted. "Geez, what suck up!" he exclaimed, plopping down on the bench beside Rey, who was just slipping on his shirt. He eyed the young man, who was still wearing the mask that went along with his costume. "You leave the mask on?" he questioned curiously, met with only a shrug and nod from Rey. "Not much of a talker, huh?" Again, he received only a shrug in response.

Randy chewed his lip, trying to think of something more to say to the cute young athlete. "I'm, uh, sorry about what he said to you," he fumbled. "He's a real ass."

"Obviously," the one quiet word passed through Rey's lips, the small high flyer's eyes raising to meet Randy's a second later. "Thank you," he whispered.

"Hey, no problem." Randy cleared his throat, feeling a little lost in Rey's pretty, contact-free eyes. "Um, would you, maybe, like to go out for a drink?" he asked nervously.

Rey shrugged. "Don't drink," he said softly.

"Um, well it wouldn't have to be, like, alcohol," Randy fumbled. "It could be dinner instead, or - or coffee, or something, I guess."

"No," Rey told him, a small smile curving his lips. "Don't like bars, don't like restaurants. Too crowded, too noisy. Can we order in at your room?"

"Um, yeah. Sure, no problem," Randy agreed, mentally telling himself not to get his hopes up. "No problem at all. Can I give you a lift back to the hotel?"

"Yes, thank you." Rey went to pick up his bag, frowning at Randy when the far larger man bent to pick it up as well. Randy got the message, shouldering merely his own bag and letting Rey carry his bag himself. He blinked with surprise when, as soon as he pulled out his keys, Rey snatched them up, jumping into the driver's seat and unlocking the passenger door for him. It seemed odd to suddenly encounter the more dominant side of Rey's personality, but considering they were going back to his hotel room to spend some time alone together, Randy really didn't care one way or the other. When they reached his hotel room and he was again surprised by being tackled onto the bed, Randy really didn't mind.

"Would you listen to that?" Shane chuckled, his dark head resting securely on Test's strong chest. He sighed happily, wrapping his arm around Test's tight waist. The sound of bedsprings bouncing permeated the wall, the sound loud in their now quiet hotel room. "Nice to know we're not the only ones having great sex tonight. I still can't believe a stud like you wanted to go to bed with someone like me, though." He grinned, pressing a kiss into the smooth skin of Test's chest.

"Do you know who's room that is?" Test questioned, hoping it didn't belong to the man he suspected.

"I dunno." Shane yawned. "I think it's Randy's room. Bet I know who he's with too." The heir apparent chuckled. "I saw Rey giving him some hot looks when I caught the two of you talking earlier tonight. It's pretty amazing, really. Rey seems so quiet and shy, but when he decides he wants something, damn if he doesn't go after it! From what I've seen of him, he's pretty picky as far as guys go, but he doesn't hold back when he finds one he likes! You wouldn't believe what I caught him and Rhyno doing the other day!" Shane licked his lips. "Now that's a picture I never, ever want to forget!"

"I bet," Test muttered, scowling as he tried to figure out what the heck Randy Orton had that he didn't. No matter what he did, guys like Edge, Rhyno, and now Randy seemed to get all the guys he wanted, while he always ended up going to bed with someone like Shane, which he only did to suck up to the McMahons in the first place.

Randy, who would've gladly shared with Test the reasons for his dating woes, was still flushed and sweaty, his breathing having finally returned to normal. Curled up against him was the firm yet soft body of Rey, the young man sleeping soundly after their energetic coupling. Randy felt blissfully sated, admitting to himself that he had very much enjoyed Rey's dominance as a lover, and that he would certainly like to experience it again. Even thinking about repeating that night's activities made him feel tired, a huge yawn escaping his lips. He smiled to himself, his arms winding around his small companion for the night. It wasn't often that he felt compelled to play the hero, but in this case, he was definitely glad he had.


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