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6WITCH: a Jey x Rhea x Damian fic.

Chapter 2: The Morning After

Jey woke up to the quiet hum of the hotel suite, his body sinking into the mattress, exhaustion still clinging to his muscles. For a moment, he didn’t move. His eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, his mind sluggishly processing the weight of the night before.

Then he turned his head—and that’s when he saw it.

The scattered remnants of passion littered across the floor. The discarded sheets, the empty glasses, the way the air still carried the faint scent of sweat and vodka. It was all there, undeniable proof of the line they had crossed.

“She tastes fucking sweet..”

“Let me taste her…”

“Sharing is caring…”

Jey inhaled sharply.

He needed to move.

Carefully, he shifted out of bed, mindful not to stir the tangled bodies beside him. He stood, grabbing his jeans off the floor and yanking them on with a quiet urgency. His shirt was somewhere—he didn’t bother looking for it.

“Make her cum Jey..”

“You could do it Rhea.. cum for us..”

Barefoot, he made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him with barely a sound.

“Tell me what you want..”

“I want YOU to fuck my mouth..”

“Tell me what you want..”

“I want YOU to fuck my pussy..”

The suite was still, the only noise coming from the distant hum of the city beyond the windows. Jey moved quickly, slipping on his sneakers and throwing on a hoodie by the door before stepping out into the hall. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, he exhaled, shoulders rolling back as if shaking off the weight of what had just happened.

He made a beeline for the elevator, pressing the button with more force than necessary. The numbers ticked down slowly, too damn slowly, but eventually, the doors slid open, and he stepped inside.

As the elevator descended, he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his mind racing.

“Damn she’s really tight, Damian…”

“She’s a fucking natural using her mouth..”

Was he tripping?

Had they really—

The ding of the elevator cut off the thought.

The lobby was bustling when he stepped out, the breakfast buffet in full swing. The scent of fresh coffee and crispy bacon hit him instantly, and for a second, he considered just walking out—finding somewhere else to be, somewhere quieter.

But then—

“Yo, you joining now or what?”

Jey barely had time to react before his twin’s voice cut through the noise.

Jon was already seated at one of the tables, his plate stacked high with food. Across from him, Trinity sipped at her orange juice, already mid-breakfast.

Jey hesitated for half a second, then forced himself forward.

“Something like that,” he muttered, grabbing a plate and quickly piling it with eggs, bacon, and toast. He wasn’t even sure he was hungry, but it gave him something to do, something to focus on.

He slid into the seat across from Trinity, reaching for a fork.

Trinity eyed him over the rim of her glass, brows raising slightly. “How was your night?”

Jey’s grip tightened around the fork for a beat too long.

His mind flashed back—Rhea’s smirk in the doorway, Damian’s teasing challenge, the heat, the tangle of limbs, the way everything blurred together like a fever dream.

“…It was a night,” Jey said, keeping his voice even, casual.

Jon snorted. “Yeah? That all we get?”

Jey just shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth and chewed. Because, really—what the hell was he supposed to say?

Trinity tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing as she set her glass down.

“Why are you wearing Damian’s sweater?”

Jey froze mid-chew.

His eyes flicked downward as if he hadn’t noticed before—but sure enough, the dark hoodie draped over his frame was definitely Damian’s. The scent of cologne and vodka clung to the fabric, and the sleeves were just a little too long, bunching at his wrists.

Jey exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to shrug like it was nothing. “Didn’t feel like looking for mine.”

Jon raised a brow. “Bruh, you left your whole damn room to come down here, and you just threw on that?”

Jey shoveled another forkful of eggs into his mouth, ignoring the way Trinity’s gaze sharpened like she was piecing something together.

“I was in a rush,” he said through the food, keeping his voice lazy, uninterested.

Trinity leaned in slightly, her lips pressing together in thought.

“You were in a rush…” she echoed, dragging the words out.

Jey kept chewing. Kept his eyes on his plate.

Jon, meanwhile, was already moving on, more focused on finishing his breakfast than analyzing his twin’s choice of outerwear. “Man, you coulda just said you crashed in their room. Ain’t that deep.”

Trinity, however, wasn’t done. “So, what, you were so tired you just threw on Damian’s hoodie, left the suite, and came down here like nothing?”

Jey’s jaw flexed.

He could feel her staring, trying to dissect him.

He swallowed, finally lifting his gaze. “Trin, you ask too many damn questions this early in the morning.”

Trinity let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “I’m just saying—it’s not every day you come strolling in looking like you just rolled out of somebody’s bed.”

Jey almost choked on his next bite.

Jon, oblivious as ever, just sipped his coffee. “Let the man eat, babe.”

But Trinity was watching. Closely.

Jey knew she was good at this—at reading between the lines, at catching the details people wanted to ignore. And right now? Right now, he could tell she was already filing this away, storing it for later.

Jey exhaled, forcing himself to smirk. “Yeah, yeah. You done?”

“For now,” she said, taking another sip of her juice. “But I know there’s a story here.”

Jey rolled his eyes and went back to eating, but damn if he didn’t feel like he was already caught.

—

Rhea sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around her waist as the reality of Jey’s absence settled in. The night had been intense—more than she expected, more than she was even willing to admit. But waking up alone, without him beside her, left a dull ache in her chest that she couldn’t shake.

She ran a hand down her face, exhaling through her nose before glancing to her side. Damian was still there, sprawled across the bed like he didn’t have a single care in the world. His arm was draped lazily over his stomach, lips parted slightly in sleep. At least one of them wasn’t running.

Rhea shifted, nudging his shoulder. “Hey. Wake up.”

Damian grumbled something incoherent before cracking one eye open. “If you’re waking me up to cry about Jey running off, I’m gonna need coffee first.”

Rhea scowled, smacking his arm. “I’m not crying.” But her voice lacked its usual bite.

Damian stretched with a satisfied groan before sitting up, his back resting against the headboard. His cocky smirk was already in place. “He’ll be back.”

Rhea frowned. “You sound pretty damn sure.”

Damian gestured around the room. “Because I am sure.” He pointed toward the corner where Jey’s duffle bag still sat, untouched. His sliders were lined up near the door, his hoodie draped over a chair. “His bags are still here. We don’t leave till Tuesday. Where the hell else is he gonna go and where is my hoodie?”

Rhea rolled her eyes and Damian’s question of his hoodie and glanced at Jey’s things, chewing the inside of her cheek. “That doesn’t mean he’s coming back here.”

Damian chuckled, shaking his head. “Mami, please. You know Jey better than that. He’s probably downstairs, stuffing his face at the buffet, acting like nothing happened. He just needs to freak out in peace for a bit.”

Rhea sighed, running her fingers through her tangled hair. “And what if he doesn’t?”

Damian tilted his head, watching her closely. Then, with a lazy confidence that made her want to both punch him and believe him, he leaned in.

“He will.”

His breath was warm against Rhea’s skin as he gently cupped her cheek, his thumb grazing her jawline. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice softer now, the teasing edge gone. “I know you’re worried about him, but I promise you, he’ll come back. Jey isn’t the type to run forever.”

Rhea met his gaze, her brows furrowed. “How come you’re just now being… so caring?” There was an almost vulnerable edge to her words, something unspoken between them that she was still trying to figure out.

Damian chuckled lightly, his lips curling into a slight smirk. “I’ve always cared about you, Rhea.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his hand sliding down to rest on her neck. “I just know how you are. You’ve always acted like you didn’t need anyone, walking around like you’re Cleopatra. You don’t let people in.”

Rhea’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Yeah, well, it’s hard to let anyone in when they don’t show they care.” She couldn’t help but feel the sting of his words, though she hid it well behind her tough exterior.

Damian’s expression softened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. “Yeah, well, that’s my bad. But let’s just say I think me, you, and Jey all agree on one thing.”

Rhea turned her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. “What’s that?”

A cocky grin spread across Damian’s face, and he whispered with a teasing confidence, “Mami may like to be on top but she loves to be on the bottom more..”

Rhea blinked, her lips curving into a smile, amused by his boldness. “Is that so?” she murmured, her heart racing as the tension between them heightened.

Damian leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, lingering kiss. The warmth of his mouth and the familiarity of his touch grounded her, but there was still that question hanging in the air—what exactly was happening between them?

But before she could process it further, a sharp knock echoed through the suite.

Damian pulled away slightly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “What did I tell you?”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on her lips. “You really are something else.”

With a sigh, Damian pulled back and got up to answer the door, his steps purposeful but casual. Rhea sat there for a moment, her mind racing. She could still feel the remnants of his kiss, the heat of his touch, and the subtle way he had reassured her when she needed it most. But there was still Jey. Still that lingering tension. And Damian wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was Jey.

As Damian opened the door, Rhea leaned back against the headboard, her eyes distant, her heart uncertain but hopeful.

His expression was unreadable, his jaw tight, and his eyes flickered past Damian, scanning the room. He was still wearing Damian’s sweater, but he had thrown on a cap, shadowing part of his face. His fingers flexed at his sides, as if he had debated knocking for a while before actually going through with it.

Damian pulled open the door, expecting maybe room service or even some staff coming to check on them. But instead, standing there in the dim hallway, was Jey.

Rhea sat up instantly, her heart pounding as their eyes met.

Damian, always the one to break tension with humor, leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “Took you long enough.”

Jey’s gaze snapped to him, and for a second, it was unclear what was running through his head. But then he let out a slow breath, shaking his head slightly as if to push away whatever thoughts had been eating at him.

“I forgot my bags,” Jey finally muttered, but the way his voice wavered slightly gave him away.

Damian scoffed. “Yeah? That all you forgot?”

Jey’s nostrils flared, his hand tightening around the doorframe, but he didn’t fire back. Instead, he stepped into the room, his movements careful. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, what to say.

Rhea swallowed hard before speaking, her voice softer than usual. “You left.”

Jey exhaled sharply. “I needed some air.” His eyes flicked between the two of them, then down to the bed. The sheets were still messy, a damn reminder of everything.

Rhea’s fingers curled into the blanket, her stomach twisting. “And now?”

Jey licked his lips, hesitating for only a second. “Now… I don’t know.”

Damian sighed and clapped him on the back. “Well, you’re here, so I’d say that’s a start.”

Jey didn’t flinch at the touch, but he didn’t relax either. Instead, he walked further into the suite, his movements slow and calculated, as if testing the waters.

Rhea couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t ignore the emotions between them. Last night had changed everything. And now, standing in the aftermath, they were all waiting to see what happened next.

Jey’s fingers twitched at his sides, his body stuck between leaving and stepping fully inside. The air in the room felt different now, heavier, filled with something he didn’t know how to handle. Rhea stayed on the bed, watching him carefully, while Damian observed, almost like he had all the time in the world.

Jey licked his lips again, his throat dry. “What the hell is this?” His voice was rough, uneasy, like he wasn’t sure if he even wanted an answer.

Damian barely blinked. “A throuple.”

Jey’s stomach twisted. The word hit his ears like it wasn’t real, like it belonged to someone else’s life, not his.

“The fuck?” He let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “Nah, man. That’s not—” He stopped himself. What was he even about to say? That it wasn’t real? That last night had just been some kind of heat-of-the-moment thing? That if he ignored it long enough, it would just disappear?

Rhea crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly. “Isn’t it?”

Jey shot her a sharp look. “You really think that’s what this is?”

Rhea’s gaze didn’t waver. “You tell me.”

Jey’s chest tightened. He glanced at Damian, who looked way too at ease for the weight of this conversation. His jaw clenched. “And you? You just—what? You just cool with this?”

Damian’s lips twitched. “Shouldn’t I be?”

Jey scoffed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Man, I dunno. Maybe ‘cause most people would be trippin’ over this? Maybe ‘cause most people would actually need a second to think before just slappin’ a label on it?” His eyes darkened. “But not you, huh? You just sittin’ back like it’s all easy.”

Damian’ eyes furrowed slightly, “Ain’t about being easy. It’s about knowing what I want.” He gestured between them. “And this? I want it. She wants it.” He shrugged. “The real question is, what do you want, Uce?”

Jey’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “Man, I don’t know what I want.” His voice cracked slightly, and he hated how vulnerable he sounded, how unsteady he felt. “All I know is this shit ain’t normal.”

Rhea got up from the bed, blanket wrapped tightly around her as she stepped forward, her fingers brushing against his wrist, but he pulled back before she could fully touch him. She hesitated, but didn’t retreat. “Says who?”

Jey exhaled sharply. “C’mon, Rhea.”

She held his gaze. “You’re in it.”

Damian nodded, his voice steady. “Yeah, Only difference is, you scared to call it what it is.”

Jey let out a hollow laugh. “Scared?”

“Yeah,” Damian said simply. “You scared ‘cause you don’t know what happens next.”

Jey clenched his jaw, looking between them. He wanted to argue, to tell them they were wrong. But the truth was, they weren’t.

Jey stood there, his mind spinning with questions he hadn’t even known he needed answers to. The weight of last night, of the chaos and confusion, sat heavy in his chest. He crossed his arms over his torso and finally asked, “So, what do we do now?”

Rhea raised an eyebrow as she sat back on the edge of the bed, her arms crossed. Damian was leaning against the wall, a calm smirk playing on his lips.

“You think we need a schedule or something?” Jey continued, sarcasm dripping in his voice. “Like, do we go on dates? Rent an apartment? Move in together, share the same bed every night?” His laugh was a little too bitter, and it was obvious he was spiraling.

Damian pushed off from the wall, his voice firm. “Don’t get sarcastic and ahead of yourself, Uce.”

“Why not?!” Jey threw his hands up, frustration evident. “I mean, hell, I don’t even know what I am anymore! I don’t even know what I like anymore!”

Damian raised an eyebrow, not phased. “You’re bisexual, Jey.”

Jey recoiled, his face reddening. “What? No, I’m not. I—” He cut himself off, trying to find his words. “That’s… that’s not me. I’m just… confused. This shit doesn’t make sense.”

Damian stayed calm, unflinching. “It doesn’t have to make sense to everyone else, just you.”

Jey shook his head, his mind still racing with disbelief. “I don’t know, man. I just don’t get it. You two seem like you have it all figured out. So, what are you, Rhea? You seem so sure about what you want.”

Rhea’s eyes softened, her expression open but guarded. “I’m pansexual.” She paused, watching Jey’s confusion build. “It means I’m attracted to people regardless of their gender. It’s not about whether you’re male or female, it’s about who you are.”

Jey absorbed that, processing it like it was some foreign language. He turned to Damian, his words heavy with skepticism. “And you? What do you consider yourself, then?”

Damian stood tall, his gaze steady. “I’m bisexual. Proudly. It means I’m attracted to both men and women. It’s just who I am.”

Jey’s heart hammered in his chest as he tried to wrap his mind around the words. His thoughts were all over the place, like his entire identity was being redefined in a single conversation.

But then the weight of his situation hit him in full force. He stepped back, exhaling a shaky breath. “Look, I get it… but things haven’t been right since my divorce. I’m still trying to figure my shit out. I can’t just jump into this—especially not publicly.”

Rhea tilted her head, her voice soft but firm. “It’s no one’s business but ours, Jey. What we choose to do and how we choose to love is up to us. You don’t need to figure everything out right now. We’ll take it one step at a time.”

Before Jey could respond, the silence in the room was interrupted by Damian, who checked his phone and glanced back at them.

“That’s our limo. It’ll be here in thirty minutes,” Damian said, straightening up.

Rhea shot up from the bed, heading straight for the bathroom. “I need to get ready.”

Damian turned back to Jey. “We have to do media now, man. Push all of this to the back of your head. You’re not gonna have answers right away. Just breathe and take it one step at a time.”

Jey stood in the middle of the room, watching Rhea disappear into the bathroom. He felt the overwhelming pressure of the conversation, the uncertainty of everything they’d just discussed weighing on him. He wanted to say something, to feel like he had control, but all he could do was nod, his mind swirling.

Damian gave him a soft, reassuring smile. “We got this, Uce. Just breathe. Let’s go knock this media stuff out, and we’ll deal with the rest later.”

Jey nodded, though his mind was still far from being at ease.

—

The media room was buzzing with activity. Bright flashes filled the space as photographers called out directions, capturing the newly crowned champions in all their glory. Jey stood side by side with Damian, both holding their championship belts, the weight of gold resting against their shoulders.

Jey was used to the cameras, used to posing, used to the pressure that came with holding a title. But today, he felt off. Like the spotlight was exposing something more than just his victory.

His eyes kept drifting.

Across the room, Rhea sat in front of a mirror, her face relaxed as a makeup artist worked on her. She looked untouched by the night before—composed, fierce, effortless. There was no hesitation in the way she held herself, no trace of the vulnerability she had shown between them just hours ago.

Damian was the same. Smiling for the cameras, carrying himself with the same effortless confidence he always did, as if nothing had shifted between them. Like they hadn’t just crossed a line they could never step back from.

Jey swallowed hard, gripping his title a little tighter.

“Yo, Jey, face forward,” the photographer instructed.

Jey turned back to the camera, but his expression wasn’t as easy as Damian’s. He could still feel last night in his body, in his thoughts. It wasn’t just the physicality of it—it was everything that had been said, everything that hadn’t been said.

Damian nudged him slightly, leaning in just enough so only Jey could hear. “You good?”

Jey didn’t answer right away. His jaw tensed as another camera flash went off.

“How do you do it?” Jey muttered under his breath.

“Do what?” Damian asked, shifting his title to his other shoulder.

Jey’s fingers flexed around his belt. “Act like nothing happened.”

Damian exhaled a small chuckle, though it wasn’t mocking. “Because I’m not overthinking it like you are.”

Jey shot him a look. “That easy, huh?”

Damian shrugged. “It’s not about it being easy. It’s about knowing what I want. And last night?” He grinned slightly, adjusting his stance for the next set of pictures. “I wanted that.”

Jey rolled his shoulders, trying to shake the tension out of them, but it didn’t help. “And now?”

Damian gave him a side glance. “Still do.”

Jey clenched his jaw, but before he could respond, the photographer gave them another direction.

“Hold up the belts together—make it look powerful.”

Jey and Damian raised their titles, standing strong, but Jey could still feel the weight of something much heavier pressing down on him.

He glanced at Rhea again.

She was talking with a stylist now, laughing at something they said. There was no hesitation in her face, no sign of nerves.

Jey wished he could say the same.

He felt exposed, and not because of the cameras. It was because of them. Because of what last night meant. Because of the way his body and mind still hadn’t figured out how to process it all.

And because deep down, he knew—this wasn’t something he could ignore.

Jey couldn’t focus. No matter how many times the photographer adjusted the angles, told him to relax his shoulders, or asked for another pose, his mind wasn’t in it.

“Jey, man, c’mon, give me something here,” the photographer sighed, lowering his camera. “You’re the World Heavyweight Champion, not some rookie who just got called up. Where’s that energy?”

Jey clenched his jaw, shifting his championship belt again, but the weight on his shoulder wasn’t what was throwing him off. His eyes flickered—again—to Rhea, who was now standing by a stylist, her fingers lazily grazing over the gear options they had laid out for her next shoot. She looked completely at ease, chatting with one of the crew members like she wasn’t carrying the same secret that was messing him up.

Damian, on the other hand, was playing along just fine. He struck the poses, smirked for the cameras, made it look effortless. If last night had affected him at all, he wasn’t showing it.

Jey had always been good at the game—at performing, at putting on whatever face the world needed to see. But right now? He wasn’t sure what face to put on.

The photographer lowered his camera with a frustrated sigh. “Alright, take five.”

Jey exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders before stepping away from the setup. He ran a hand over his face, trying to shake the lingering fog in his mind.

Damian handed off his championship belt to a crew member and stretched his arms over his head. “You wanna tell me what’s up?” he asked casually, stepping toward Jey.

Jey gave him a sideways glance. “Nothing’s up.”

Damian huffed a laugh. “That why you been starin’ at Rhea like you got unfinished business?”

Jey’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Uh-huh,” Damian said, not buying it. He crossed his arms, his smirk growing. “So you’re just distracted for no reason? You been in your head all morning.”

Jey exhaled, glancing around as if someone might be listening. “It’s just… a lot.”

Damian raised a brow. “Last night?”

Jey ran a hand over his beard before nodding.

“Yeah, well, you better get used to it,” Damian said, not unkindly. “It happened. It’s gonna keep happening. You still freakin’ out over what it means?”

Jey hesitated. “I just—” He stopped himself, shaking his head before looking at Damian. “How the hell are you and Rhea so normal about this?”

Damian tilted his head slightly, as if considering his words. “God I sound like a broken record right now. Because we already accepted it. You’re the one fightin’ it, bro.”

Jey scoffed, shaking his head. “I ain’t fightin’ nothin’—”

Damian raised a brow.

Jey exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright. Maybe a little.”

Damian smirked. “Thought so.”

Jey shot him a look. “That don’t mean I’m just gonna act like—like—”

“Like you didn’t have the best damn night of your life?” Damian finished for him.

Jey’s mouth opened, but no words came out.

Damian’s smirk widened. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Jey gritted his teeth, exhaling through his nose. He didn’t have an answer. He didn’t want to have an answer.

And the worst part? Damian was right.

Jey had barely processed Damian’s last words when a familiar presence approached. The scent of vanilla and something undeniably as Rhea drifted toward him before he even turned to face her.

“What’s going on?” Rhea asked, her voice smooth, teasing—like she already knew the answer.

Damian leaned against the nearby equipment crate, arms still crossed, smirking. “Jey’s still in his head,” he said, not bothering to soften the truth.

Rhea tilted her head slightly, her gaze flicking between the two of them before settling on Jey. He tried to look unaffected, but she wasn’t buying it. A knowing smirk pulled at her lips.

“Well,” she said, casually glancing at the clock on the wall. “We have about twenty minutes.”

Jey frowned slightly. “And?”

Rhea took a slow step closer. “And,” she said, her voice dropping ever so slightly, “you look a little tense.” Her fingers grazed the fabric of his hoodie—Damian’s hoodie. “A bit tired, even.”

Jey swallowed. He was tired. Maybe not in the way she meant, but in a way that made his muscles feel heavier than usual. He hadn’t stopped thinking, not since he walked out of their suite that morning.

“Why don’t you come to my dressing room?” Rhea continued, her voice soft yet playful. “Give me a massage.”

Jey blinked. “Give you a massage?”

Rhea’s smirk grew. “Yeah. You got strong hands, don’t you?”

Damian made a low sound, half laugh, half something else, clearly enjoying the show. “You walked into that one, Uce.”

Jey shot him a glare, but Damian just shrugged, as if to say, Don’t blame me for stating facts.

Rhea stepped in closer, tilting her chin up slightly as she locked eyes with Jey. “What do you say?” she murmured. “Help a girl out?”

Jey hesitated. He knew this game. Hell, he and Rhea had played it countless times in the ring—taunting, pushing, testing limits. But this was different.

Because the moment he touched her, he knew there wouldn’t be any going back.

Rhea didn’t wait for Jey to respond—she simply took his hand and led him toward her dressing room. Jey felt the weight of Damian’s smirk behind him, but he didn’t look back. He already knew what he’d see—Damian leaning back, thoroughly entertained.

The door shut behind them with a quiet click.

Rhea turned without hesitation, pulling her shirt over her head in one swift motion, revealing the snug black lace bra she wore underneath. The dim lighting of the room cast soft shadows across her toned shoulders, the defined lines of her arms. She rolled her neck, letting out a soft sigh.

Jey, however, was frozen. He swallowed hard.

She arched a brow. “You gonna stand there or actually give me that massage?”

Jey exhaled sharply through his nose and grabbed the lotion from the counter. His hands weren’t even on her yet, and he already knew this was a bad idea. But he had committed, and he wasn’t about to back down now.

He poured a small amount into his palms, rubbing them together before placing his hands on her shoulders.

Rhea sighed at the first touch. “Damn,” she muttered. “Okay… you might be good at this.”

Jey chuckled under his breath, forcing himself to focus. His fingers kneaded into the tense muscles at the base of her neck, thumbs working in slow, deliberate circles. She felt warm beneath his hands, her body responding to the pressure.

Her head dipped forward slightly, exposing the curve of her throat. “Mmm… that’s nice,” she murmured.

Jey felt his resolve slipping.

He tried—he really tried—to keep this innocent, to pretend that this was just a simple favor for a friend. But then Rhea shifted back, just enough that her body brushed against him, her breath coming a little heavier.

And suddenly, the air in the room felt too sensual to ignore.

Jey tried to focus on the pressure of his hands working through Rhea’s tense muscles, but his mind was in chaos. His fingers kneaded the knots along her shoulders, tracing the strain left behind from last night’s championship match. This should’ve been nothing—a simple massage. Something casual. Something harmless.

But there was nothing casual or harmless about the way Rhea let out a slow, deep sigh, tilting her head to the side to grant him better access. There was nothing simple about the way her skin felt under his palms, warm and firm, or the way her breathing changed when he pushed deeper into the muscles along her spine.

Fifteen minutes passed, each second stretching out longer than it should have.

He was too focused. Too aware.

Every time Rhea shifted, every time she adjusted, he felt the ghost of last night hanging between them. The way their bodies had tangled in sheets, the way she had sighed his name—hell, even the way Damian had watched him, smirking, knowing.

Jey swallowed hard. He needed to stop thinking about it.

Finally, he pulled his hands back, flexing his fingers. “There. That should help.”

Rhea rolled her shoulders, testing out the relief. She exhaled through her nose, cracking her neck before glancing at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were unreadable—mischief, curiosity, something deeper.

Then she smirked.

“My turn.”

Jey blinked. “Huh?”

Rhea turned in her seat, facing him fully. “You spent all that time working out my tension. Let me do the same for you.”

Jey hesitated, his body already locking up.

Rhea raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

Jey scoffed, shifting in his seat. “Ain’t nobody scared.”

“Then sit down.”

He didn’t argue. He settled into the chair, feeling unreasonably on edge as Rhea stepped behind him. The air changed once more and before he could prepare himself, her hands were on his shoulders.

Jey inhaled sharply.

She wasn’t soft with him. Her fingers pressed into his muscles, thumbs digging deep into the tension buried beneath his skin. He gritted his teeth, his head tipping forward slightly as she kneaded into the spot right below his neck.

“Damn, Jey,” Rhea murmured. “You’re wound up tight.”

“Yeah, well,” Jey muttered, squeezing his eyes shut as her hands worked their way down his back. “Shit’s been stressful.”

Rhea hummed, dragging her nails lightly across his shoulders before applying firm pressure. “You should let me and Damian help with that.”

Jey’s breath caught.

She wasn’t just talking about the massage.

Her hands lingered, slow and deliberate, pressing warmth into his skin.

And for the first time since last night, Jey let himself think about what this really was—what it could be.

Something dangerous. Something tempting.

Something that terrified him.

Rhea's nimble fingers worked their magic on Jey's tired muscles, kneading and rubbing with just the right amount of pressure. Jey had closed his eyes, letting out a content sigh as he allowed himself to be fully present in the moment.

Suddenly, Jey heard the soft whirr of a door opening and closing, and Rhea's voice whispering, "just relax, baby." He opened his eyes and turned his head, only to see Damian, Rhea's equally talented partner in crime as she liked to call him, kneeling between his legs. Damian's dark eyes were fixed on Jey's crotch, and Jey's jeans were already undone, his dick half-hard and sticking out of his boxers.

He hadn’t even realized he was half hard until now..

Jey's heart rate quickened as he watched Damian wrap his lips around the head of his cock, his warm, wet mouth enveloping him in a way that made Jey's toes curl. Rhea's fingers never missed a beat as she continued to massage Jey's shoulders, her lips finding his neck and sucking gently, sending shivers down his spine. Feeling this… sober for the first time, was different. Addicting almost.

“Fuck mann…”

“Enjoy yourself baby..”

Jey couldn't believe what was happening. He had always known that Rhea and Damian were experienced in the art of pleasure due to some rumors spread awhile back, but he had never imagined that they would team up to give him the most mind-blowing blowjob of his life. He closed his eyes again, sinking deeper into the pleasure as he allowed himself to be fully present in the moment.

Jey didn’t know when it happened—when the way he saw them changed.

Rhea had always been larger than life, a force that demanded attention the second she walked into a room. He’d admired that about her. The confidence, the raw, unapologetic power. But last night had cracked something open, something he wasn’t sure he could close again. He wasn’t just looking at his friend, his tag partner—he was looking at her. The way she moved, the way she took control, the way she could turn a simple glance into something that made his skin burn.

And Damian… Damian was different.

Jey had never once questioned himself before. Not like this. He’d always been sure of what he liked, who he was. But then Damian had been there too, watching him with that smirk that saw too much. Damian had been steady, relaxed, in control of himself in a way that made Jey feel like he was the one out of his depth.

It should’ve felt wrong.

It didn’t.

That’s what scared him.

Because now, sitting here with Rhea’s hands on his shoulders, with Damian’s mouth on his dick, Jey wasn’t sure if he could go back to how things were before.

And even worse—he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

Damian's mouth was like a vacuum, sucking and licking with a skill that only came from years of practice. Rhea's fingers worked their way down Jey's chest, tracing the lines of his abs before finding his nipples and tweaking them gently. Jey let out a low moan, his hips bucking involuntarily as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Rhea must have sensed his impending orgasm, because she pulled away from his neck and whispered in his ear, "cum for us, baby. Let papi taste you." The words were like a trigger, sending Jey hurtling over the edge. He opened his eyes and looked down, watching as Damian swallowed every last drop of his load, his lips still wrapped around Jey's dick.

Jey sat there, his breath still uneven. His mind was moving too slow, trying to grasp the weight of everything that had just happened. Damian had finally pulled away and left the room like it was nothing—like this was easy, like this didn’t shift something in Jey’s foundation.

Rhea, however, stayed.

She knelt in front of him, her fingers gentle as she wiped his damp skin with a towel. The warmth of her touch was grounding, but Jey felt himself flinch—not from her, but from the vulnerability clawing its way up his throat.

“You good?” she murmured, her voice softer than usual.

Jey scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t even know what the hell just happened.”

Rhea tilted her head, studying him. “You want me to spell it out for you?”

“No,” Jey muttered, running a hand down his face. “I know what happened. I just—” He exhaled sharply. “Why ain’t y’all freaked out? Why is this so normal for you?”

Rhea didn’t answer right away. Instead, she folded the towel and set it aside, settling onto the couch beside him.

“Because we already accepted it,” she said finally.

Jey scoffed again, more out of frustration than anything else. “Man, I don’t even know what I am right now. I ain’t never thought about this—never thought about Damian like that, or you like…” He trailed off, shaking his head.

Rhea leaned in just slightly, her tone unwavering. “Then don’t force yourself to define it yet. Just sit with it.”

Jey turned to look at her then, and for the first time, he let himself really see her—not just as Rhea, his friend, his tag partner, the woman he’d been drawn to for so long. But as someone who understood him, someone who wasn’t rushing him for answers he didn’t have.

“I don’t know if I can do that,” he admitted.

Rhea smirked, but there was no teasing in her expression, just patience. “You can. And you will.”

Jey exhaled, his gaze falling to his hands. He knew she was right. But that didn’t make any of this easier.

And deep down, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be.

—

Monday Night Raw – 6:42 PM

Jey sat on the leather bench in his locker room, lacing up his air forces with an exhale that came out sharper than he intended. His nerves were kicking in. Winning the World Heavyweight Championship at WrestleMania had been a career-defining moment, but tonight was his first promo as champion—the moment he set the tone for his reign. The pressure weighed on him more than he expected.

The door creaked open, and when he looked up, Rhea strode in, dressed in her full match gear. The Undisputed Women’s Champion carried herself with the same effortless confidence she always had, her two title belts secured around her waist as if they were extensions of her body. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking at him.

“You nervous?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Jey scoffed, running a hand over his face. “I can’t give a massage right now.”

Rhea chuckled, stepping further inside. “That’s not what I asked.”

Jey exhaled, shaking his head. “Kinda,” he admitted. “But you’re comin’ out there, right?”

Rhea nodded. “Of course. I love feuding with Dom and Liv,” she said with a smirk. “It’s basically a free pass to bully Dom on live television.”

Jey huffed out a laugh at that, but his fingers still fidgeted against his knee. There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, quieter this time.

“…Can I have a kiss?”

Rhea’s brow lifted, amusement flickering in her dark eyes. The request had been soft, hesitant—so unlike the man who had dominated the biggest stage of them all just days ago. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled and uncurled, searching for something solid.

Stepping closer, she cocked her head. “Oh? The big bad champ needs a good luck kiss?”

Jey exhaled through his nose, smirking despite himself. “Shut up.”

She grinned before leaning down, her fingers finding his jaw. The kiss was slow, lingering just long enough to make his breath hitch. When she pulled away, Jey’s eyes were still half-lidded, his grip tightening around her wrist for just a second longer before letting go.

“You got this,” she murmured, brushing a thumb over his cheek. “Now go show them why they put that title on you.”

Jey let out a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah… yeah, a’ight.”

As Rhea turned to leave, she paused at the door, throwing him one last smirk. “And if you win the crowd over tonight, maybe we will give you a real celebration later.”

Jey shook his head, chuckling under his breath as he stood up, rolling out his shoulders. The nerves weren’t gone, but with Rhea’s kiss still buzzing on his lips, he felt a hell of a lot steadier.

Time to show the world who the real champion was.

—

As Damian leaned against the table, watching Rhea and Jey work in sync on the monitor, a proud smirk spread across his face. His two playthings, their movements precise and coordinated. They were unstoppable together, and it pleased him to see them so in tune with each other, just as he liked it. He couldn’t help but relish the fact that he was at the center of this little trio.

Before he could revel too much in the scene, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Jon, Jey’s twin, standing with his usual relaxed demeanor.

“Damian, how you doing?” Jon asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“Pretty good,” Damian replied casually, but his eyes flicked back to the monitor, watching as Rhea and Jey exchanged a few words in the ring with Dominik & Liv.

Jon leaned against the table next to him, crossing his arms. “You know, me and you got a match later on,” he said.

Damian nodded, still keeping an eye on the duo in the ring. “Yeah man, haven’t worked with you in a minute.”

Jon scratched his chin, clearly mulling something over. “Yeah… ugh, hey, I got a question.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Shoot.”

Jon hesitated for a moment, then asked, “What’s up with my brother hanging with you and Rhea nonstop?”

Damian turned his full attention to Jon now, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “We just vibed more since we all had feuds crossing over into SmackDown.”

Jon gave him a skeptical look. “I get that, but how come all of a sudden it’s just you three? It’s been this way for three months.”

Damian chuckled lightly, his smirk widening. “You jealous?”

Jon shook his head, but his concern was still evident. “No, just worried. Jey’s been… different since his divorce. He’s been distant with me and Trinity, and now it’s like he’s always with you two. I just want to make sure he’s not getting into something he doesn’t fully understand.”

Before Damian could respond, the sound of footsteps drew closer, cutting the tension between them. Jey and Dominik appeared at the corner, their conversation loud enough to interrupt.

“Cool it on that right hook,” Jey called to Dominik, half-joking but serious in his tone. Dominik shot a sheepish grin, adjusting his stance as if trying to play it cool.

“Cool it with the superkicks,” Dominik shot back, giving Jey a playful shove.

The two made their way over to where Damian and Jon were standing, and Jey addressed the situation with ease.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?” Jey greeted, his usual smile on his face, though his eyes flicked between Jon and Damian as if sensing that something was amiss.

Damian turned to Jon, still amused. “Jon wanted to know why we’ve all been hanging out more lately.”

Jon’s expression tightened slightly, but he didn’t immediately respond, clearly unsure of how to continue the conversation.

Jey shifted his weight and took a step closer to Jon, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Look, man, it’s nothing personal. It just happened naturally. We’ve all had business to handle, and sometimes that means we’re working together a little more closely.”

Dominik, sensing the change in the air, took a step back, looking between them all as if unsure of what to do with himself. Jey shot him a glance, and Dominik didn’t need to be told twice—he gave a sheepish grin and turned, making his way toward the locker room with a quiet “catch you later.”

Damian watched him go before his attention returned to Jon. “What’s the real issue here, Jon?” Damian asked, his voice low but playful. “Jey’s his own man. He makes his choices, and yeah, maybe you don’t understand them, but don’t act like you know what’s best for him.”

Jey nodded, his eyes meeting Jon’s. “I’m good, Jon. I’ve been through a lot, yeah, but I’m where I need to be. If you’re worried, you can talk to me. But this… this is working. I promise.”

Jon, still slightly wary, met Jey’s gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out immediately. The tension still hung in the air, but something in Jey’s words seemed to have softened the edge of his concern.

“Alright, alright,” Jon muttered. “Just… just don’t let it get messy, man. Family’s always gotta come first.”

Damian shot Jon a knowing look. “We got it under control. Now, let’s focus on the match tonight, yeah?”

With that, the group fell into an uneasy silence, each with their thoughts lingering in the air, but there was no more questioning, at least not for now. Damian was content, watching as Jey and Jon exchanged a few more words before the tension fully dissipated. Jey was where he belonged, and Damian wasn’t about to let anyone interfere with that.

—

After Rhea’s match, Jey found himself in her private locker room, quietly focused on giving her a massage. The warm, steady pressure of his hands on her shoulders helped calm her down after the intensity of the match, but his mind was elsewhere. He glanced at her occasionally, but his thoughts lingered on something that had been bothering him since earlier.

“You know,” Jey started, his voice low as he worked on the muscles in her back, “Jon’s been acting a little weird. I think he’s starting to notice something with… us.” He hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I don’t know what to do about it.”

Rhea broke the massage, slowly turning to face him. Her eyes softened as she cupped his face gently in her hands, meeting his gaze. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, her voice reassuring. “Jon’s always been a bit protective. He just wants what’s best for you, that’s all.”

Jey looked down, his thoughts racing with the implications of it all. “But he’s getting suspicious,” he murmured, his worry evident in his eyes.

“Hey,” Rhea said, lifting his chin with her fingers. “Cheer up, okay? We’ve got a flight to catch later. You deserve this time, especially after everything.”

Jey looked at her, confused. “I don’t remember booking a flight. I thought we were leaving tomorrow morning?”

Rhea smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. “We were, but Damian decided you needed a little bit of a breather. Away from your family, your responsibilities… everything.”

Jey raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly is this ‘breather’ supposed to be?”

Rhea’s smile grew even bigger, her voice teasing now. “You, me, Damian… in Colorado.”

Jey furrowed his brow, still processing. “I thought we were already going to Denver next week?”

Rhea shook her head, her smile playful. “Nooooo, Damian booked a cabin in Aspen for the next few days.” She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before she pulled back. “Just the three of us.”

Jey’s eyes widened in surprise, and Rhea’s smile deepened as she placed another kiss on his forehead. “Away from everyone,” she continued, her voice lowering. “A little getaway. Just you, me, and Damian. No distractions.”

She then leaned in and kissed him on the lips, a soft but lingering kiss, full of promise and something more. When she pulled away, her eyes were filled with playful warmth. “And a hot tub,” she whispered with a mischievous grin.

Jey couldn’t help but smile at the thought. “A hot tub, huh?” he said, his voice lighter now, the tension from earlier melting away.

“Exactly,” Rhea purred, her lips brushing against his again as she spoke. “A little time to relax, unwind… and just enjoy each other’s company.”

Jey, his mood shifting entirely, finally let out a relieved breath. “I think I could get used to that,” he said with a grin.

Rhea kissed Jey again, her lips soft but full of intent. Jey, feeling the heat of the moment, pulled her in closer, his arms wrapping around her body as he deepened the kiss. He could feel the tension between them, that unmistakable connection that had grown stronger with each passing day. But just as things started to heat up, the sound of the door opening abruptly interrupted them.

Damian’s laugh echoed through the room as he stepped inside, a smirk on his face. “I don’t get no love?” he teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Rhea broke away from Jey with a small laugh, her cheeks flushed. She stood up and walked over to Damian, kissing him quickly on the lips. “There’s your love,” she said, her tone playful.

Jey raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Damian. “You want one from me too now?” he asked, a mix of sarcasm and amusement in his voice.

Damian, with his usual nonchalance, crossed over to his bag, completely unfazed. “Nahhh, no worries,” he replied, throwing Jey a knowing look. “I actually prefer the affection from the women.”

Jey rolled his eyes, clearly amused but still slightly on edge from the earlier conversation with Jon. “Jon give you any problems?” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Damian shrugged casually, unzipping his bag to grab his phone. “Nah, not really. He’s been cool. You know how he is, just protective and all that. But it’s all good.”

Jey nodded, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of Jon’s suspicions. He didn’t want to dwell on it, not with Rhea and Damian here, but a part of him couldn’t help but worry. He gave a glance over at Rhea, trying to gauge her thoughts on it, but she just smiled at him reassuringly.

“Let’s not focus on that right now,” she said, her voice light and confident. “We’ve got a trip to Aspen ahead of us. All that other stuff can wait.”

Jey let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed, offering her a small smile. “A little breather sounds like exactly what I need.”

Damian, who was already distracted by his phone, looked up with a sly grin. “Well, we can all use some time to relax. But for now, let’s get ready to go. We’ve got a flight to catch, and I’m not about to miss it because someone’s busy making out.”

Jey shot him a look, but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

Damian just winked at him. “And you love me for it.”

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