#chuck/orange

[matriayawrites]

Fic by: Matriaya

Pairing: Orange Cassidy/Chuck Taylor

You can read on Ao3 here!

They were twenty minutes into the Critical Botch stream when Chuck first felt Orange trace a firm line up the inseam of his jeans. Just a slow scrape of nail at first, starting near his knee and moving upwards towards his dick. He looked over at Orange, making sure to school his face into something resembling calm, and Orange didn’t even flicker. What a bastard. 

ChuckieT: what tf are u doing?

They had to be careful about checking their phones too much during streams where they were all together. Brandon would give them shit for it later.

OC: want u so fuckn bad. 

Chuck was pathetically easy for Orange. Even if Orange hadn’t been trailing a very blatant hand up Chuck’s thigh, he would have gotten hard then. Fucking hell.

ChuckieT: we have like 2 more hrs dude. Chill. 

OC: want u to mk me cum. now. 

And like, Chuck knew Brandon would fucking kill them both for disappearing in the middle of a game. Would kill them if he knew Orange was thumbing over Chuck’s dick through his jeans under the table. Chuck moved his hand slowly under the table with the intention of pushing Orange’s hand away, but changed his mind at the last minute, pressed his own hand over Orange’s chilled one, pressed them both down hard. 

His eyes were hidden behind aviators, but Chuck watched as Orange’s mouth dropped open, watched the pink snake of tongue flicker out across his bottom lip. 

“Gonna grab more drinks, man,” Chuck said to Brandon, making himself sound as casual as possible, hoping his voice didn’t fucking crack. He’d come up with some bullshit excuse about not being able to find ice or whatever later. Left Orange on his own devices. Sorry, more than a million people viewing the stream. He held his cup in front of his crotch as he slid out of the camera shot, and disappeared out into the hallway.

He knew where to meet Orange without asking.

Fuck, they had to be fast. He was through the door of the locker room and pacing the floor, fingers twitching by his sides. He should be pissed. He should be anything but crazy about Orange. 

Yet here he was. 

It would be pathetic, was pathetic, except he had electricity thrumming under his skin that he needed to burn off, and couldn’t worry about little things like how pathetically into his boyfriend he was. 

Orange came through the door fifteen seconds after he did. Chuck didn’t even give him time to close it fully.

“Oh, fuck you,” he gave a little half laugh, and pressed Orange up against the door of the locker room. It latched shut behind him as he hoisted Orange up, felt his legs snap around him. 

“Gotta be fast,” Orange’s words got trapped between their lips, muffled and warm. 

“This is your fault,” Chuck growled, even as his hands pressed bruises into Orange’s hips. He juttered his hips forward, once, twice, not letting Orange up for air. Orange moaned, this high and thready sound that Chuck could feel against his tongue. It smelled like sweat in the locker room. Like laundry that hadn’t been done, and too many layers of bleach. This wasn’t the most inviting of hookup spots, but Chuck didn’t care. Didn’t care about a single goddamn thing except the way Orange blinked up at him, desperation making his pretty eyes go wide. 

“Fuck,” Chuck released his grip on Orange, setting him down only long enough to body him further up against the door and make a long line between the two of them. “Fuck, Orange, how are you like this?” 

Orange didn’t always ask for stuff like this. He loved sex. Was almost always game for whatever Chuck felt like adding to his sexy bucket list, he just didn’t always initiate. He was lazy. The biggest pillow princess Chuck had ever been with, and most of the time Chuck fucking loved that. He loved this too, though. Orange in his arms, desperate and vibrating. Orange sucked on his lower lip, and it sent sparks all the way down to his dick. 

“We gotta be fast.” He made himself take a step back. Yeah, they were up against the door and would know if  anyone tried to come in, but Brandon was expecting them back on stream ASAP. But no way was he letting Orange go without making him cum. He didn’t even care if he got off. Only Orange. Always Orange.  Chuck shoved a hand down past the waistband of Orange’s pants, into his briefs, wrapped around his dick. 

“Jesus, man, you’re already leaking for me,” he whispered. Every syllable held awe. Orange whined then, wrapped his arms around Chuck’s neck and used him as leverage to fuck up into Chuck’s hand. Chuck sank the fingers of his other hand into Orange’s hair. The mousse was sticky against his skin, and Orange would come away with this looking like he’d stuck his finger in an electrical socket.

Good. Let Brandon’s streamer following know that Orange Cassidy got manhandled all to hell. 

He worked Orange over fast. Kept his grip tight, almost too tight, but he knew it would make Orange’s whining go up an octave and he really fucking liked it when that happened.

“Coulda waited until we were home,” he couldn’t keep a smile off his face. “Coulda really taken you apart then.” 

“Didn’t want to wait,” Orange choked out. “Shit, Chuck, that’s…” The telltale red flush dipped below his white t-shirt. “God fucking-” 

And he shook apart. The most beautiful galley in a squall, falling absolutely to pieces in Chuck’s arms. Chuck leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Orange’s forehead, stained his lips with the salt and sweat.  

Later, he would be able to take his time. This was foolish, not at all professional, but as Orange leaned up, still trembling, to kiss him gently on the mouth, Chuck knew it would always be worth it. He’d risk everything for Orange. 

Chuck already knew there was a text from Brandon on his phone, wondering where the hell they had gone. He washed his hands, splashed some water on his face, and grabbed a bottle of water out of his locker.

“You’re a fucking mess,” he grinned over at Orange. Orange stared at himself in the mirror, dabbing a wet paper towel on his face and trying to get the red to go down. It wasn’t working even a little.

“I’ll cover for you,” Chuck called as he headed towards the locker room door. “Hurry the fuck up though. Lil red hunk!”

Orange’s laughter followed him out into the hall and kept him grinning all the way back to the studio. 

(Brandon knew.)

(The whole fucking internet knew.)

(Chuck still didn’t care.) 

[mjfass]

Wrestling is the only sport ever

[homoeroticgrappling]

RIP Charles Entertainment Taylor, sometimes I can still hear his voice 🕊️

[wheeleryutagf]

what if i cried. sobbed even

[flightybuttlass]

got hit with the Chuck/Orange beam 🍊🥃

[littlemagicalstardust]

A montage filled with moments of Orange & Chuck <3 (Twitter/X: NoContext_OC)

[papa-chouchou0189]

this is dang and rompa

[mostbelovedaewwrestlertournament]

Most Beloved AEW Wrestler Tournament 2

[ofooro]

One time I was working on a best friends fantastic four fan art mash-up and I have no plans to work on some more so I’ll post it here and Trent look like he is made of basketball not rock

[inter-volve]

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March 14th 2025

[coquinaclutch]

[mjfass]

I'm gonna go cry

[velvetbrainrot]

Forgot to post this yesterday

[iswimmi-art]

finally had some time to draw bloody valentines orange cassidy 🍊💖💅

[littlemagicalstardust]

Trent got married! A short video was shared publicly by Sue on her IG. I only screenshotted photos of Trent in his suit because I wasn't sure about showing his wife on here, as Trent has never posted about her publicly before. I just thought y'all would at least like to see him in his suit! Orange & Chuck could be seen in the quick little video but it's too hard to get screenshots. Sorry to ruin kayfabe lol but some of y'all will probably wonder if they went. (They didn't sit together but were close by each other)

[elitehanitje]

The OG AEW Freaks