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banannabethchase · 2 months

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HangMox sexting after Mox sees Hanger wearing a shirt he DEFINITELY swiped from Mox's luggage. maybe Mox telling him what to do with it?

Desire (I'm Hungry) - also on AO3

Adam is the king of bad decisions, and decides to steal Mox's clothes.

Okay, for the record, I remembered this prompt as, "HangMox Adam steals Mox's clothes and Mox finds out about it," so it's not that I Schrodingered this prompt, I just fucked it to hell and back but so closely that it would be silly to write the another one directly addressing this prompt. Title from Desire by Meg Myers.

Adam’s not jealous. He tells himself that, over and over, as he watches Mox finish his match.

“Are you good, man?” Nick asks, frowning over at him. “You’re all twitchy.”

“I’m fine,” Adam says, teeth gritted.

Matt blinks at him. “I think I just heard you clench your jaw.”

“Shut up,” Adam grumbles.

Nick and Matt share one of those weird looks, the ones where Adam knows they’re talking without words.

“I think,” Nick says, “you should, maybe, talk to him.”

“Fuck that,” Adam snarls. “He wants to talk to me, he can get higher than number 4 in the rankings and meet me in the ring.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “You’re a lot more fun when Mox is fucking you on the regular.”

“You’re a lot more fun when you shut the fuck up.”

“You don’t have to be mean to me because your boyfriend kissed somebody else,” Matt says, haughty.

“He is not my boyfriend.” Adam folds his arms over his chest. “And I moved on.”

Nick scoffs, halfway through pulling his hair back in a new ponytail. “Sure. Moved from one weird, violent sex buddy to another. Swerve’s so great for you, man.”

“He – it was once!”

“It was enough to mess with your head so bad you’re jealous Mox kissed somebody else.”

Adam groans and drops onto the couch. “I’m not messed up.”

“You keep telling yourself that, buddy.” Matt claps him on the shoulder. “Anyway. I have to make a phone call.”

“Yeah, tell Eddie I say hi,” Adam says.

Matt rolls his eyes. “I won’t get a word in. He’s pissed at me for being, in his words, a bitchy, power hungry megalomaniac.” He adjusts his button down. “He’s just jealous I’m about to get a belt.”

“He has three,” Adam says, throwing a shoe at Matt’s back. “Learn to count.”

“Learn to have sex with regular men!”

Adam doesn’t mean to do it on purpose. The opportunity presents itself like a gift, in front of him unexpectedly. The universe is telling him to do it.

And, also, the open and unguarded BCC locker room.

He slips in, unseen, crossing his fingers that Claudio isn’t lurking in a dark corner ready to ambush him. It’s empty and he flips the light on. Perfect.

He finds Mox’s bag easily, still the same as last year when they first started doing whatever it was, and digs around. His first thought is one of Mox’s white tee shirts, worn and soft, but either the man himself is wearing it or he didn’t bring one today. It’s tempting to steal one of his Death Jitsu long sleeves, but that feels a little too much. Eventually, he makes his decision. A grey v-neck calls to him. Not the usual color he likes best, but he thinks it’ll work.

He pulls it out and leaves the bag intentionally mussed. It wouldn’t do for Mox to think the shirt was a coincidence.

Adam sneaks back into the EVP room, where Nick is scrolling on his phone.

“What the eff did you do?” he asks, dressed again in the bloody white suit. It’s ridiculous. And kind of genius. “Why do you look all guilty?”

“I don’t look guilty!” Adam argues. He throws himself onto the couch.

Nick turns to him. “Did you have sex with Swerve again?”

Adam scoffs. “No.”

“Are you lying!”

“I am not lying,” Adam insists.

Nick turns to him, leveling those weird eyes on Adam. “Maybe not about this. Where were you?”

Adam tries his best to keep eye contact, not to back down. “Out.”

“Out where?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because you have somebody’s shirt in your hand and I want to make sure it’s not going to be evidence in your murder trial.”

Adam blinks and looks down. “Fuck.”

“Seriously,” Nick says. “Never play poker. Unless it’s against me. Then I can guarantee a win.” He nods to the shirt. “Whose is that?”

Caught, Adam slumps into the chair. “Don’t judge me.”

“Oh, gross,” Nick whines. “Did you sleep with Cole again?!”

“Hell no!” Adam says. “That hasn’t happened since, like, 2021.”

“Slut.”

“Fuck you,” Adam says. “I don’t comment on your intention to fuck your way through the roster.”

“Literally yes you do,” Nick says. “All the time.” He narrows his eyes. “Oh. You only get this bitchy…” He trails off. “Effing hell, just go screw Mox and get it out of your system.”

Adam groans. “I hate you for figuring that out.”

“You don’t.” He stares at Adam.

“What?”

“Are you going to go get laid or what?” Nick nudges at him with a red laced sneaker. It still has a few droplets of blood on it. “Come on. He hasn’t been in a weird gay feud with anybody since us. You should go talk to him.”

Adam shouldn’t, is the thing.

“Okay,” Adam says, nodding. “I – after my promo.”

The after promo is…accurate, if not entirely. He got a little unhinged by accident, but it’s not his fault. Swerve brings out the worst in him.

“Jesus Christ.”

Adam turns around, still feeling a bit wild. “Oh. Hi.” The fact that it’s Mox should hit harder. The fact that he’s wearing Mox’s shirt should do so as well, but he’s still feeling a little screwed up. He wants Swerve to meet him where he is. He wants to beat Swerve. And he can’t.

“God – get over here.” Mox grabs Adam by the bicep and drags him, actually drags him, into a locker room. “What is wrong with you?”

“Swerve,” Adam says automatically.

“Yeah, no shit, but this?” He runs a finger along the collar of Adam’s – Mox’s – shirt. Adam shivers, aching for more of a touch. “This is a lot, baby.”

“You – no.” Adam pauses, trying to figure out what he could say to make this feel normal.

“If you wanted my attention,” Mox says, fingering the hem of the shirt Adam stole, “all you had to do was ask.”

“You’ve been out there kissing other guys,” Adam says before he can stop himself. “You didn’t seem like you cared.”

“You jealous?” Mox asks. His fingers tighten. Adam doesn’t have a choice but to lean in, a little more. “Mad I kissed Dax?”

Adam nods, despite himself. “We were fighting and fucking and then all of a sudden…” Adam trails off. Mox knows what happened. Or, better said, what stopped happening.

“You miss me,” Mox chuckles. Adam feels familiar fingertips running along his stomach, burning the prints into his skin. “I knew you’d come back, baby.”

Adam fights the urge to whimper. It didn’t feel like this with Swerve. It didn’t feel like this with anybody but Mox. “I’m stealing your shirt,” he whispers.

“You sure about that?” Mox grabs a handful and yanks him in. “’Cause I don’t think you’ll be wearing it much longer.” They crush together in a kiss and Adam melts. Mox takes over, takes the lead. It feels good to not have to fight. It feels good to know he can lean into it and fall. Mox already knows who he is. There’s nothing left to prove.

Adam sinks to his knees without being told, knowing how what to do, knowing how this goes.

“Don’t think I remember you being this easy about it,” Mox murmurs, placing his hand on top of Adam’s head. His fingers slide into curls and Adam feels like he’s home. “You usually bitch more.”

“Don’t wanna bitch,” Adam says, yanking at Mox’s belt. “Just – I want…” He trails off as he pulls Mox’s dick out, already hard. “Yeah. That.” He looks up at Mox, waiting for permission.

“Swerve really fucked you up, didn’t he, baby?”

“You did first,” Adam almost pleads. He doesn’t know how to explain what he means.

Mox’s face changes, almost sad. “You never called back, baby,” he says, stroking Adam’s scalp. “Thought you were done. Didn’t wanna push.”

Adam wanted to be pushed, though. “I wanted you to,” he mumbles.

“Then being pushy it is.”

Mox tightens his grip in Adam’s hair and guides his mouth to his dick. Adam opens, feeling solid and anchored as Mox shoves him. He whimpers around it, trying to move, but Mox has a firm grip. He’ll be used, and he had to ask for it, but he doesn’t have to now.

He doesn’t have to fight.

Adam’s eyes roll a little as Mox moves him up and down on his cock, murmuring and muttering how good Adam is and how good it feels. Velvet-smooth, same salty taste, same urge to gag on it that Adam resists at the risk of losing it. He looks up as best he can to see a burning gaze on his face. Mox smiles.

“If I’d know this is what you wanted,” he says, softly, too softly for the way he’s fucking Adam’s face, “I would’a given it months ago.”

It’s okay, Adam tries to says with his watery eyes. I’m getting it now.

Mox’s hips start snapping harder, his cock roughly taking priority over air in Adam’s throat, and Adam anchors himself on Mox’s thighs, a grip on denim. He hopes the jeans are new, that the dye will stain under his fingernails and stay with him. “Fucking – forgot how your mouth – fuck.” He doesn’t warn Adam, and Adam doesn’t want him to. He knew. He could tell. With a groan that, if Adam dreams enough, could have been Adam’s name, Mox comes down his throat, overpowering every other sensation as his face is shoved all the way into the patch of curls at the base of Mox’s dick.

He realizes, vaguely, he should be breathing. It’s not the priority, though.

Mox pulls his head off by the hair. “Fuck,” Mox pants. “You – stand up.”

“I don’t think I can,” Adam croaks. His voice and throat, and possibly his entire self, is wrecked.

Mox rolls his eyes. “Get up here.” He squats, getting his arms under Adam’s and hauls him to unsteady feet. “There you go. Back against the wall.”

Adam drops against the wall, still fuck drunk and spaced out. “Do I get to?” he mumbles.

“I’d say so,” Mox says. He pauses, hands on Adam’s belt. “Are you good?”

“I’m good,” Adam says, and he forces his eyes to focus on Mox. “I want it. Please?”

Mox sighs. “This is fucking stupid,” he grumbles, but he spits in one hand and undoes Adam’s belt and jeans with the other.

It’s sparks he sees, as he rubs at the tear tracks down his face. He fucks up into Mox’s hand as Mox leans in and kisses him, biting at his lips. Adam grips at Mox’s shoulders. He’d missed the smell of Mox, the feel of him. He’d hoped the shirt would be enough to quench his desperation, but he’d been wrong. Even this doesn’t feel like it’ll sate him for more than a few days.

He needs this more.

“Mox,” he whines, tilting his head to the side. “Mox, I need – I want –”

“Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” Mox murmurs. He sucks a bruise into Adam’s neck like a brand, and that’s it. Adam comes violently, shaking, loud, and forgets to worry that this might be the last time he gets this.

Mox is shushing him, thumb rubbing soothing patterns against Adam’s throat. “I got you. Breathe, baby.”

Adam nods, even more out of it than he’d been before. “Mox,” he whimpers. “I don’t want this to stop.”

“Then answer my fuckin’ calls,” Mox insists. Adam opens his eyes to see Mox staring at him. “You hear me? I’m not fucking around.”

Adam nods. “Okay. I – I will.”

“Christ,” Mox says. He holds up his hand. “I’m a mess.”

He doesn’t have to ask. Adam leans in and licks his hand clean. He can do good for Mox. He can hold onto this. He won’t do anything that’ll make him lose this feeling,

“Jesus,” Mox mutters.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” He’s nodding as Adam pulls back, leaning on the wall for support. “Just – never seen you like this.” He presses their foreheads together. “I thought you were done.”

“Wasn’t,” Adam mumbles. “Always want…this.”

Mox sighs. “Come on, then. We’ll get you put back together.” He tucks Adam back into his pants, buttoning him up and fixing his jeans. “You shower yet?” Adam shakes his head. “Alright, we’ll go do that, back at my hotel room.”

Adam can’t fight the sparkle that rises in him. “Really?”

“Yes,” Mox says firmly. “With the way you’ve been going out of your mind the past few months, you need some sorta…Fuck, I don’t know. But I’m keeping an eye on you.”

Adam nods and Mox walks him back to the EVP locker room to gather his things.

Matt and Nick, putting this final touches on their gear, look up. “Oh,” Nick says. Then he sees Mox behind Adam. “Oh.”

“Don’t you say a fuckin’ thing or I’ll tell the whole roster about what you and Bryan did in the ring last week,” Mox says firmly.

Adam turns. It’s enough to snap him out of a daze. “Will you tell me?”

“Screw him, tell me!” Matt says. He hits Nick in the head with a flipflop. “You didn’t tell me you effed Bryan!”

The two of them bicker as Adam gets his things, feeling calmed and collected for the first time in months. Mox keeps a watchful eye from the door.

“Okay,” Adam says. “That’s it.”

“Where are you going?” Matt asks, wary. He turns his gaze on Mox. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” Mox says. He settles a hand on Adam’s waist. “We’re fine.”

Matt presses his lips together, then nods slowly. “Take care of him,” he says, firm. “You swear?”

Mox smiles. “I swear.”

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banannabethchase · 1 month

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HangMoxMatt, their laundry gets all mixed up. Biceps and thighs bulging abound.

Bring Both Sides Together (Like Champagne and Leather) - also on AO3

Matt realizes he's wearing somebody else's shirt in the Lyft on the way to the venue, and isn't strong enough to avoid a boner about it. Luckily, Mox and Adam.

This one was FUN. Tis your fault. I hold no responsibility. Title from Super Cool by Beck feat. Robyn and the Lonely Island. Don't. I know it's from the Lego movie. Be nice to me.

It’s not until he gets in the car that Matt notices something weird. He shifts. “Adam,” he says. “Adam, does this shirt look okay?”

Adam glances over. “Yeah, baby, you look great.” He offers a smile. “You always look great.”

“Not – this isn’t an insecurity thing,” Matt says, sighing. He should have expected this. “Is this my white tee shirt?”

Adam frowns. “I think so,” he says. “Isn’t it?”

Matt pulls at the sleeves. “They’re tight around my arms,” he mumbles. “The sleeves. I don’t think this is mine.”

“Isn’t mine,” Adam says. He shoves Matt forward and checks for the tag, and Matt tries not to get hot about it. He fails. “Nope. This one has no tag. Mine has tags.” He leans back and puts Matt back where he’d started, and Matt has a boner that is very inconvenient. Adam pauses. “Wait, is that Mox’s?”

Matt shrugs. “Must be.” He settles into the seat, knowing they still have a few more minutes until the ride completes and he can boo boo eye Adam into a blow job.

“I can’t believe you can tell from the sleeves,” Adam says, leaning in. “You know that’s weird in an impressive way, right?”

Matt shrugs. “I know my clothes. I get them tailored for a reason.”

Adam sighs, fond and a little infuriated if Matt had to guess. “I know you do, baby.” He leans in and kisses Matt’s temple. “I know you do.”

They get to the venue and Matt doesn’t even get a chance to say anything about his inconvenient pants situation before Mox finds him and Adam and throws them into a locker room. A nice one, from the looks of it. Matt notes a couch and a few workout benches. Plenty of space.

“Yay,” Matt says. “Are you going to bend me over a bench?”

“Do you have any extra underwear?” Mox asks. He’s sort of – dancing.

“Any extra – what?” Adam asks. “In terms of come ons, that’s a new one.”

“No, like,” he wiggles again. “I think I’m wearing something that belongs to one of you.”

“That’s what you get for leaving the hotel room early,” Matt says, folding his arms across his chest. The sleeves bite into his arm. “Ow. Actually. I think this is your shirt.” He shuffles off his jacket and takes his time as he pulls the shirt off. He grins at the way Mox stares and gives the shirt to Mox, who misses the first few times he grabs at it. “There you go.”

“Matt, you can’t just strip,” Adam says. The exasperation feels a little unwarranted, but Matt can deal. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” Matt asks, fluttering his eyelashes in a way he hopes looks all innocent. Judging from the expressions from Mox and Adam, it’s not working.

“Yeah, he’s pretty, whatever,” Mox says. “Just – fuck it, I’ll go commando.”

Matt watches, fascinated, as Mox trips over himself to rip off his jeans and then his boxers, leaving him Donald Ducking it. Well, Matt supposes. Kind of Donald Dicking it. He giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Mox asks, a little curve to his lips. He walks up to Matt until Matt’s back hits the wall, and Adam is over Mox’s shoulder, sighing with a knowing smile on his face.

“I made a joke. In my head,” Matt says. “It was…” He trails off, eyes on Mox’s lips. “I forget. You’re not wearing pants and I’m not wearing a shirt and I’ve been hard since, like, the car. Can somebody get me off already?”

“We just got here,” Adam says. “You two are impossible.”

“He was wearing my shirt and I was in his underwear,” Mox says, still looking dead into Matt’s eyes. “What else do you expect me to do but fuck him?”

Adam sighs. “I should’a – Matt, take your pants off.”

Matt does so quickly, not even bothering to ask why. He keeps his boxers on, though. Nobody said anything about boxers. Adam grabs Matt’s jeans from the floor, rests them on one of the benches then starts – then starts –

“Adam, what are you doing with your pants?” Matt asks. “And those boxers are new, huh.”

“I wanna join in on whatever the fuck you two horn dogs are doing,” Adam says, grinning. Matt watches as Adam tries to fit his tree trunk thighs into Matt’s slightly smaller jeans. His mouth waters immediately, and he’s caught by Mox.

“Now you get it,” Mox murmurs, dragging his lips up the side of Matt’s neck. “Looks good when he’s in your clothes, yeah?” Matt drops his head back, hoping Mox gets his teeth involved. “It’s why I get so wild when you steal his hoodies when we’re hanging out. It’s like he’s on you.” Mox bites down gently, then laps over the sensitive skin with his tongue. Adam grins at Matt, spinning. The jeans are painted on, too tight, and his ass looks out of this world. Matt whines. “Exactly, baby,” Mox murmurs. “You’re all mine.”

“And mine,” Adam says. “Don’t be possessive. Share.”

Matt whimpers. He wants to be shared. He wants to be passed between Mox and Adam until they’re done and then curl up with them watching movies and eating snacks. All day. “Share,” he mumbles.

Adam walks next to Matt, but doesn’t touch him. Matt wants him to touch him. Instead, he hears a click.

“Good call, Cowboy,” Mox says, mouth still working bruises against Matt’s skin. He’ll have to talk to Kris or maybe Renee about borrowing some concealer later. They always have some, and they’re usually discrete. Usually. “Don’t want anybody walking in on us, do we.” Matt whimpers.

“He does,” Adam says. He still sounds a little exasperated, but at least his hand’s on his dick and he’s smiling about it now. “But not this time, baby. Not at work.”

“Maybe we can play at that next time,” Mox says, settling his hands on Matt’s hips. “Maybe Claudio or Yuta walks in.” He bites, just a little, and Matt’s knees go weak. “Maybe we let them have a turn.”

Matt moans, and nobody’s even come near his cock yet. “Okay,” he says, panting already, “yeah, okay, do it.”

Mox’s laugh is directly in his ear, sending a spark of a shiver through Matt’s entire body. “Yeah?”

Matt nods, frantic. “This is fun, but I am literally going to die if something doesn’t get in or on me in the next few seconds.”

“Desperate,” Adam teases, kissing the side of his head. “Mox, should we take him out of his misery?” Adam pulls his shirt off and Matt watches greedily.

Mox licks hips lips and steps back, taking in the whole of Matt. He’s not as naked as he wants to be, but he’s sure Mox and Adam can see his dick tenting his boxer briefs. “Nah.” He walks over and yanks Adam in, kissing him the way he always does: intense, insistent, aggressive, and so, so hot.

Matt whimpers and presses his palm to his dick. Adam reaches out and grabs his hand before he can do anything more and presses it against the wall.

“Mean,” Matt whispers, unwilling to blink in fear of missing the masterpiece in front of him. “I have another hand.”

“Sure you do,” Mox says, and he reaches out and pulls it, causing Matt to stumble into him and Adam. “What do you think he should get, Cowboy?” Mox asks, sliding his fingers into the bun that’s now falling out of Matt’s hair.

Matt shivers, painfully hard and needy from the idea of them talking about him.

“He’s been so sweet today,” Adam murmurs, stroking Matt’s hair. “Didn’t even bitch when the Lyft driver was late.”

“Impressive,” Mox says, hand on Matt’s ass. His fingertips slide down the waistband of Matt’s boxers and grab a handful of his ass. “You been good, Matt?”

Matt nods. “Trying,” he whispers.

“Don’t sell yourself short, baby,” Adam says, pressing his lips to Matt’s temple, “you’ve been doing great.”

Matt’s eyes flutter shut as he lets himself feel hands on him, pulling him closer.

“Gonna have to wait, though.”

Matt’s eyes fly open. “Wait?” he mumbles, words feeling foreign in his mouth.

“We have matches tonight,” Adam says, nuzzling into Matt’s neck. “Can’t have you all messed up for a match, can we?”

“We can,” Matt says, and he forces his eyes open, to steady. “And – and I’m kind of messed up now.” He flutters his lashes, and it’s not even on purpose. “Can’t go out there like this.”

Mox sighs. “He’s right, Cowboy. We should take care of him now.”

Matt smiles, floating. They always take care of him. His Mox and his Adam always take care of him.

Their hands guide him to a couch and lay him down. “What do you want, baby?” Adam murmurs. He sits down next to Matt, and Matt climbs in his lap before thinking about it.

“Hmm,” Matt considers. “You can’t both be in me at once, huh.”

“Nope,” Mox says, popping the final consonant. “Don’t got the time or the space, baby.”

Matt sighs. “One of you?” he asks, trying his best to turn the boo boo eyes on.

“Yeah, I think we can make that happen,” Adam says, palming Matt’s ass.

“And – and the other –” Matt’s stuck, unsure of what he wants to say next. “I want Adam to – to fuck me, and I want Mox in my mouth.” He tries to focus and realizes what he’s said. He feels himself blush.

Mox exhales. “Damn, baby, you sure know how to make a good deal.”

The last of the clothing gets shucked away, but Matt doesn’t go more than a few seconds without somebody’s hands on him, smoothing and touching and making Matt feel cared for in ways he doesn’t understand.

“I got an idea,” Adam says. “Matt, you think you can stand?”

“I can stand,” Matt answers. And he does, naked, in front of Mox and Adam. “See?”

Mox chuckles, and it would feel mean if it weren’t Mox. “Good job, baby.” He turns to Adam. “What’re you thinking?”

Adam’s grin is a little devilish. “How you feel about getting bent over the couch, Matty?”

“I can do that.” He stands and bends over the arm of the couch, chin in his hands as he grins over to Adam and Mox. “Like this?”

“I think I see the vision,” Mox says, walking around. Matt can feel his eyes scanning him as Mox walks the whole way around the couch.

Adam comes up behind Matt, hard cock brushing up against his ass. Matt shudders. “Then you,” Adam murmurs, lips pressed to the small of Matt’s back, “are gonna kneel on the couch while Matt sucks your dick.”

Mox grunts in what Matt has to assume is assent. “Yeah, that works,” Mox says. “You like that, Matt?”

Matt nods. “Alright. Get up here, Mox.”

“Getting bossy?” Adam asks, sliding his hand up Matt’s back to grab the back of his neck.

“If it gets you to keep your hand on my neck, then yeah,” Matt says, wiggling his ass against Adam’s cock. Adam’s grip on his neck tightens. “Like that,” Matt croaks, laughing.

Mox crawls onto the couch. “Oh, this angle isn’t gonna work,” he says, frowning. “Adam, yank him down a little bit.”

Before Matt can say anything, Adam shifts Matt and he’s a little further down, his ass fully sticking out and at about a ninety degree angle.

“Ah,” Adam says, “I see.”

Mox grins as he shifts, getting on his back so all Matt has to do is drop his head and wrap his lips around Mox’s cock. Mox yelps.

“What?” Matt asks, frowning. “Not good?”

“Not – of course it was good!” Mox says. “Just surprising.” He looks over Matt’s shoulder at Adam. “He’s eager today.”

“He’s eager every day.” Adam presses another kiss to Matt’s back. “Baby, I gotta go get the lube, but you go to town on Mox if that butters your biscuit.” He swats at Matt’s ass who giggles.

“Butters your – who says that?” Matt asks, shaking his head. He meets Mox’s eyes. “Really, why do we put up with him?”

“Him?” Mox asks. “God, how am I the only one self-aware enough to know we’re the only ones who could handle each other.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “Plenty of people could handle me. I’m just picky.” He bends down, checking for permission from Mox, who grins and nods with his hands behind his head.

“Go ahead, baby,” he murmurs, almost sweet. “Do what you want to do.”

Matt sinks his mouth around Mox’s cock, savoring the groan from Mox’s lips. Mox rests his hand on the back of Matt’s head, pulling his bun out and allowing the hair to fall like a curtain around Matt’s face.

“Shit,” Mox chuckles, “shouldn’t have done that. Now I can’t see your pretty face while you blow me.” He shifts and pulls Matt’s hair back. It’s sweet, and cozy, and Matt has no choice but to take more of Mox into his mouth. “Jesus,” Mox says, fingers tying up Matt’s hair in the most disastrous bun in history. “There you are.”

Matt tingles from the praise so much he doesn’t even register that Adam’s behind him until Adam’s got a handful of his ass, spreading him. He gasps, feeling Adam’s nails dig in, almost slipping off of Mox’s dick before he adjusts his angle. Mox moans.

“The fuck ever you’re doing to him, keep it going,” Mox demands. “Matty, fuck, that’s so good.”

Matt pulls off his dick, and grins at the look of indignation on Mox’s face. “If I keep going, you’ll blow your load in, like, five minutes.” He grinds his ass back, eyes fluttering shut as he meets Adam’s hard cock. “And I don’t want you to ruin my fun.”

Adam laughs behind Matt, sliding a slick finger against his hole. “Getting mouthy there, baby,” Adam drawls. “Watch yourself.”

“I wish he was being mouthy,” Mox says, grinning at Matt. “I like it when he’s mouthy in a good way.”

Matt wiggles his ass backward. “Maybe you should eff me about it,” Matt says. He looks over his shoulder to see Adam, unimpressed. “You know. Because I’m being mouthy.”

“You are so bad at knowing when to quit, you know that?” Adam loses the blank face quickly, breaking into something fond and soft. “You want me to fuck you?”

Matt nods. “I mean, I’m naked surrounded by dicks. What else are we going to do?”

“Jesus Christ, you never stop,” Mox says. Matt turns to see the hint of a smile on his lips, and lets himself think it might be love. “Get over here.” He sits up and pull Matt down for a biting kiss, Mox’s legs everywhere up next to Matt on the arm of the couch. Matt giggles into Mox’s mouth as Adam slides a finger between his cheeks, gently opening him. Matt’s giggles turn to moans as Adam starts pumping and Mox’s hands grip at Matt’s waist. He has to turn his head to breathe; all these hands a lot to manage.

“Alright,” Mox says, pulling away and getting back where he was. “We’re going to get our asses beat by Tony if we don’t get to that production meeting in time.”

“Are you rushing sex?” Matt asks. Adam adds another finger and Matt’s eyes roll back a little. “I – that feels – not very…” He trails off, pushing back against Matt.

“Oh, so that’s how we get him quiet,” Mox sighs. “Just gotta get, what, two fingers deep and he shuts up?”

“Yup,” Adam says. “I think you’re good to go, baby, what do you think?”

Matt nods and rests back down, chest against the arm of the chair and leveling his mouth down to Mox’s cock. “Ready,” he mumbles, and he sinks his mouth around Mox.

Adam always feels so right as he slides into Matt, but there’s something special about Adam and Mox in him at the same time. He can only wrap his lips around the head of Mox’s cock, which is less than he’d like, but Mox seems to be into it from the moans.

“Damn, that’s pretty,” Adam murmurs. His hands grip at Matt’s cheeks and spread them. “Always so pretty, Matty.”

Matt hums at the praise.

“Fucking – do that whole complimenting him thing more,” Mox says. “He’s doing something cool with his mouth.”

“Yeah?” Adam says. “You like it when I tell you how good you look taking my cock?”

Matt shivers all over.

“There you go,” Mox groans. “Can – I’m gonna try something,” Mox says. He tilts his hips up and his cock slides in Matt’s mouth further. “Okay?”

Matt nods, shifting his neck so he can take more of Mox’s cock. He shifts back and forth, letting the movement push Adam and Mox in and out of him. He revels in it, and the way Adam and Mox ramble out praise toward him makes it even better.

“Christ, Matt, I knew you had a good mouth, but this is beyond.”

“Taking all of me like a good boy, look at you.”

His favorite is when Mox moans out, “Fuck, maybe I will buy you those sneakers you’ve been bitching about.” Matt rewards it with a little extra suction and Mox is coming down his throat. He swallows eagerly, pulling off when Mox twitches his hips away.

He opens his eyes to see Mox starfished across the couch. He really does have a surprising amount of limb. Matt’s never fully noticed before, but then Adam’s arm is across his chest and pulling him back. Matt sinks father down on Adam’s cock, eyes crossing as Adam grunts and adjusts inside of Matt.

“Fuck,” Adam says. “You good?”

“Weird on my back,” Matt mumbles. “But it feels good.”

“Alright, baby, we’re gonna fix that back thing.” Adam pulls out of him, for just a moment, then steps back and pushes down on the back of Matt’s neck. “Hey, Mox, get over here.”

“Way ahead of you, Cowboy.”

Matt watches, fascinated, as Mox rolls off the couch and crawls underneath Matt. Before Matt can process it, his dick is in Mox’s mouth and Adam’s slid back inside him.

“Oh, this isn’t gonna take long,” Matt giggles, a little delirious.

“You got that right,” Adam mumbles.

It’s seconds, if Matt’s count is correct (it isn’t), and Matt’s knees are shaking.

“I – I want to…” He trails off, his voice failing in favor of a whimper.

“Don’t even have to ask, baby,” Adam says. His teeth sound gritted, and Matt feels pride well inside him “Whenever you want.”

“Mox?” Matt whimpers.

Mox reaches up and pulls Matt further into his mouth by the ass, right next to where Adam’s hands are spreading his cheeks. He senses it when their fingertips overlap.

He’s gone somewhere near Pluto, he thinks, before he comes back into his body. He hasn’t come like that in ages, where he feels transcendent and beyond this earth. He also can’t feel his knees.

“Fuck, baby,” Adam groans, and Matt feels Adam fill him and bite the back of his neck.

“Since when do you use teeth?” Mox asks, popping up beside them. He kisses Matt’s cheek. “That’s my thing.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve rubbed off on me,” Adam chuckles. He pulls out of Matt and scoops him up in his arms. “You’re all wobbly.”

“I just had the lay of my life,” Matt mumbles. He isn’t super fond of the way Adam is hauling him like a bag of horse feed, but it’s cozy and he doesn’t have to walk. He considers it a perfectly acceptable transport method to the shower. “Cut me some slack.”

Mox shoves his way into the shower with them. There’s barely enough room for the water, and Matt kind of likes it because it means he doesn’t have to stand up by himself.

“So can we do this every Dynamite?” Matt asks, his voice barely more than a mumble. “That was fun.”

“Considering you can barely walk on your own feet right now, probably not,” Adam says. He kisses Matt’s forehead. “But on days when none of us have to be anywhere? Yeah.”

Matt nods. “Probably a good idea.” He shuffles out from between the two of them, sucking up the chill to be able to see the two of them close to each other. “You two should kiss. Again, I mean. You didn’t get much time together.”

“You were a conduit,” Adam says, flicking his eyes to Matt before settling them on Mox. “We fucked each other through you.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Matt says. But then Mox and Adam are kissing, and he’s forgotten how to complain.

Later that night, when Matt’s watching Dynamite back for notes, he has to bite his lip to keep from smiling. Adam looks damned good in Mox’s shirt. Mox looks incredible in Matt’s dark green jacket. And Matt runs his hands over the pockets of the jeans he’d grabbed from Mox.

“Why are you smiling?” Nick asks, glaring. “You’re watching yourself get pinned for a near fall.”

Matt snaps out of it. “What? No. I’m not.” He points to the screen. “See? You just kicked the guy in the head. And I knew we won in the end, so it doesn’t matter.”

Nick studies him. “You keep messing with your pants.”

“Oh,” Matt laughs, “it’s nothing.” He fights a grin. “I just think they’re a couple sizes too big.”

Mini Playlist: FUCK - Snow Wife Talking Body - Tove Lo Eyes Roll - (G)I-DLE Filthy - Justin Timberlake

#HangMoxMatt #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #anxious millennial dreamboat #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #Matt Attrackson #I had SO much fun with this one #Look what I finished last night and forgot to post this morning!

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banannabethchase · 6 months

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12. Saying "I love you" in an unexpected moment (bonus: give me the unexpected moment) Mox tells Hanger he loves him while pairing socks together when putting laundry away.

Mox with Socks

"Thanks for letting me crash here," Adam says, because the silence is too heavy. He folds the laundry as carefully as he can, sure not to go too quickly or linger too long on Mox's clothes as he folds them and puts them away. "I, uh. I really appreciate it."

Mox grins at him from where he's switching over the clothes to the dryer. "No problem. Figure it's the least I can do after all of our..." He trails off, a little smile on his lips. "Extracurricular activities."

Adam snorts out a little laugh. "That some crack at me being a former teacher?"

Mox tosses a wet sock at him, which Adam dodges. "It's a crack at you fucking me on the clock." He grins. "You know. It's at the place of work, but technically not the credit courses." He winks.

Adam chucks a paired ball of socks at Mox's head, which bounces off his chin and fall to the floor.

"What the fuck is this?" Mox asks, staring at the ball. "What did you do to my socks?!"

"I put them in a sock ball," Adam says, frowning. "What? How do you fold socks?"

"Like a normal fuckin' person," Mox grumbles. He unfolds the socks and does something strange. He folds only the part of the ankles over each other, leaving the feet parts dangling.

"That is - that looks so stupid." Adam folds another pair into a ball and tosses it in the air. "This? This is aerodynamic. This is effective." He chucks it at Mox's chest.

"Jesus, you're lucky I love you," Mox chuckles. And then he freezes. "Aw, shit."

"Hah!" Adam says, pointing at Mox. "You love me! I knew it!"

"I - no I don't," Mox says, chucking the socks back at Adam. "Sock induced coma or something. You're the worst part of everything and I only keep you around because of your giant cock or whatever."

"You love me," Adam says, grinning. He walks up to Mox and crowds him against the wall. "You said it, not me."

"Yeah, well, you don't have to rub that in." Mox's eyes flicker away, the tiniest hint of a frown on his lips.

Adam sighs. "You don't already know?" He tilts his head, presses a kiss to Mox's scarred forehead. "You dumb son of a bitch, I wouldn't be here if I didn't love you. Just thought it was too soon, is all."

"It is too soon," Mox grumbles. "Um. You still haven't said it."

Adam leans back, poking Mox in the cheek until he looks into his eyes. "I love you, dipshit."

Mox's smile is prettier than it has any right to be. "I fuckin' knew it. Nobody smears their tits with somebody else's blood and isn't into them."

"You're so fucking stupid," Adam laughs, but he leans in and kisses Mox. It might not be forever, and it might end in flames. But right now, he's here to bask in the glow.

#For the record I fold my socks like Mox and that is the Correct way #The balls look silly #A constant disagreement between me and J #HangMox #anxious millennial dreamboat #wtf i like wrestling now???#madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #nickbuckbestbuck #Help I love this prompt thank you thank you <3 <3 <3

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MoxClaudio. Claudio stronk.

Put Your Filthy Hands All Over Me - also on AO3

Claudio keeps…moving Mox around. Bodily. Often, before important events. It's becoming unfairly hot.

This is Sarah's fault for the prompt, "MoxClaudio. Claudio STRONK." Title from Filthy by Justin Timberlake.

Mox has got to tell Claudio to quit it.

The first time he realizes it’s getting out of hand is when he’s in the middle of a pump before his match against Orange Cassidy at All Out, burpees kicking his ass as he tries to look his best.

“Oh, excuse me, Jon.” He puts his hands on Mox’s waist where he’s bent over and picks him up like Mox weighs nothing and moves him a few feet over. His smile betrays none of his intentions as he leans in and kisses Mox’s cheek. “Good luck, tonight, darling.”

Mox has to wrestle for a belt with a hardon that only gets worse, but he wins. He wins and Claudio kicks Yuta and Bryan out of the locker room before bending Mox over and calling him Champion while he fucks him.

Mox means to ask Claudio if he did it on purpose, if he picked Mox up like a rag doll and shoved him around like he’s nothing more than a gym bag to him, just to rile him up. He’s busy when Bryan and Yuta knock on the door and thinks they should have expected him to swear at them when they walk in.

“Hey!” Yuta says. “No invite? You two are dicks.”

At Claudio’s for a visit, he gets his hands on Mox’s waist to move him to the other side of the kitchen. “Sorry, dear,” he says, light and annoying as hell. “Had to get to the pickles. You understand.”

Mox blinks at him. “What?”

Claudio’s shirtless as he leans over and grabs the pickle jar from the fridge, smiling. “I’m craving something salty.”

The motherfucker winks.

Mox is forced to crawl under the desk while Claudio is playing Mario Kart with his friends and suck him off. The satisfaction as Claudio flies off of Rainbow Road multiple times almost makes everything worth it.

“Okay,” Mox croaks, bent in half, “that’s enough. I get it.”

“Do you?” Claudio asks, eyebrow raised. He pushes harder and Mox feels his body squish in ways it shouldn’t. “I worry you do not yet understand the consequences of your actions. And,” he chuckles, “you haven’t tapped.”

“God, fine,” Mox wheezes. “I tap. Let me go.”

Claudio releases him from the weird fucking hold he’d gotten Mox shoved into. Mox’s legs flop to the ground and arms to the side. He gets the first full breath in what feels like years. “Can you breathe?”

“Barely, you giant douchebag.” Mox rolls to his feet. “I don’t even get how you got me in that position.”

“You were staring at his ass,” Yuta offers, in the corner where he’s doing burpees. Asshole doesn’t even have the good grace to sound out of breath. “When he called on it, you called him narcissistic. And then he grabbed you by one leg, lifted you up, and slammed you to the mat.” He looks pensive. “You looked sort of like a Thanksgiving turkey with your legs all up and weird like that.”

Mox glares at him. “That wasn’t an invitation to be a douchebag, Wheeler.”

Yuta’s expression stays calm, just the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips. “You literally asked the question, Jonathan.”

Mox dives at Yuta and pins him to the mattress. It doesn’t help his boner situation.

He was simply trying to nap on the bench between a matchand a promo. That’s it. He can’t even nap in private.

“You’re on top of my bag, darling.”

“Am not,” Mox grumbles, adjusting. His eyes are closed when somebody grabs him by the legs and yanks, sending him flying down the end of the bench. It’s on instinct that he leans up and wraps his arms around the waist of the other person.

“You were,” Claudio says, and Mox realizes with mild fury that Claudio is holding him up with one arm. “Next time ask for a pillow.” Claudio walks him to the other side of the room and essentially dumps him down on a chair. Mox’s ass hurts, and it’s not even in the way he wants.

“How did you even pick me up?” Mox asks. He blinks the sleep away as best he can. “I was dead weight.”

“I could bench twice what you weigh,” Claudio says. He looks a little offended. “You’re like a feather to me.”

Mox is hard in a second. “Uh. I am?”

“Certainly,” Claudio says. “Shall I pick you up again and throw you into the showers to prove it?”

Mox opens his mouth to say yes, please, actually, but Bryan bursts in and starts yelling about statistics.

“You two need to start winning tag matches,” he finishes, shaking his head. “Yuta’s got a belt, and the three of us can’t be upstaged by that little shit.”

“Are we talking about me again?” Yuta asks, popping his head in. Mox is really annoyed that his belt still looks so good over his shoulder. “What’d I do this time?”

“Bryan is jealous of your belt,” Claudio offers.

Mox sighs as Bryan and Yuta start bitching at each other. There goes his nap and chances of getting laid in the next hour.

“We are at your house,” Mox grumbles. “We have three days before we are contractually forced to wake up at the ass crack of dawn. Why the fuck do you have an alarm set?”

“We are scheduled to make an appearance at my gym,” Claudio says. “Come now. Up you get.” He grabs Mox’s legs and yanks him down off the bed, gigantic hands on his thighs, pressing just a hint. Mox is embarrassed by how hard he already is, but he thinks, if he lies hard enough, he can blame it all on morning wood. “Oh,” Claudio says, “and we’re running a wrestling clinic, by the way.”

“We’re what?” Mox sits up, avoiding the realization that Claudio is between his legs but not immediately fucking him. “I don’t wanna teach a bunch of newbies at eight in the morning!”

“It’s at seven, actually,” and it can’t be a mistake with the way his hand brushes against Mox’s hard dick tenting his pants. But Claudio’s face is blank as he gets dressed. “We have to be there at 6:30.”

“What ungodly fucking hour did you wake me up at?” Mox whines.

“Five ten,” Claudio says, and he’s still smiling. Mox wants to kill him, a little. “I let you sleep in.”

Mox grouches and pouts the entire clinic, but his boner never completely goes away.

Mox whines as Claudio presses up behind him before he can stop himself. They are literally getting ready to make their entrance, and Claudio ruined it by manhandling Mox to their entrance spot.

Claudio chuckles.

“I hate you,” Mox grumbles. “You know that?”

“You hate me, do you?” he reaches around and palms Mox’s cock. Mox arches into it. “This suggests differently, my love.”

“Fuck off with that my love shit,” Mox says. If it’s more of a moan, well, that’s between him and God. “This is a dick move, and you don’t even seem to get it.”

And then Claudio laughs, and Mox thinks he might have to commit murder. “Do you really think,” Claudio murmurs, condescending and knowing in Mox’s ear, “that I’m unaware of what it does to you?”

Mox groans. “Fuck. You prick. You’re sending me out to matches and shit with hardons, on purpose, and then I’m stuck horny wrestling in front of thousands.”

Claudio raises an eyebrow as his hands go to Mox’s belt. “Does this imply you aren’t always horny wrestling?”

Mox opens his mouth and closes it. “You aren’t helping.”

“I’m not?” Claudio slides his hand into Mox’s jeans and palms as Mox’s cock with a giant hand. It’s enough to fuck up Mox’s head for the next few months, but he can’t let it happen. “What a shame you’ll have to go out there hard and unsatisfied.” He squeezes once then pulls his hand away. Mox thinks the kiss to the forehead is unnecessarily bitchy. “Until later, darling.”

Mox wrestles the tag match, technically. Lee and Shane are too good for him to fuck around with – as much as he hates to admit it, he needs to be on his game.

When they win, he looks over at Claudio. And the smile, at least, promises him something good.

“If you can be good until we get back to the locker room,” Claudio says, leaning over Mox’s shoulder to whisper into his ear, “I will make up for being mean earlier.”

“Promise?” Mox asks, and he tries not to get too excited.

He skitters backstage, giddy, and takes his hoodie from Jenna, his favorite PA.

“Thanks, Jen,” he says.

She nods to him and continues her work, and Claudio steps up close behind him. “You’re being so nice,” he murmurs into Mox’s ear. “You do want it, don’t you.”

“I’m always nice to Jen,” Mox snaps, and then he relaxes. “Shut up. You’re doing this on purpose. Dick.”

“That’s not very nice of you.”

“You’re not very – shut up,” Mox says. “Let’s get back to the locker room. Like, now.”

They’re halfway back, Mox’s skin crawling with the need to be out of his clothes, when a cameraman stops them. He stumbles through the promo, sure his eyes betray his end game. He shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, into his sleeves, to keep from grabbing at Claudio. He doesn’t know if the camera catches his desperation, and doesn’t care. It feels like it’s been eight hours before they’re able to leave. Mox grabs Claudio’s hand.

“Impatient,” and Claudio’s tone is so calm and collected Mox wants to kill him.

“It’s your fault,” Mox snaps. “You’ve been doing this shit for weeks now and it gets worse every time.”

“Does it.” Claudio sounds entertained. “I would never have known.”

“Don’t – don’t fuckin’ lie to me.” Mox glares at him over his shoulder. “You already told me you know what you’ve been doing.”

“Have I?” Claudio’s laughter is audible, somewhere in the back of his words. “I’m not certain that is something I would do.”

“I hate you, you know that?” Mox grumbles. He finally, finally, gets to their locker room and throws open the door. He’s stripping before Claudio’s even taken a step inside. “Fuck me now.”

“No romance?” Claudio asks, and it’s unfair that he looks so good. “What a shame.”

“Shame my ass,” Mox says, bending over. “Come on. You’ve been a dick for ages. Just give it to me.”

Claudio plants his hands on his hips and sighs. It takes every ounce of focus in Mox’s body not to look over his shoulder and stare at what he knows is a perfect, sculpted, douchebag of a man. “Not even a please?”

“I swear to god,” Mox grumbles through gritted teeth.

“Darling, you know as well as I that the only person you’ll be swearing to is me.”

He pulls down Mox’s gear without fanfare and walks away, grabbing his gym bag right in front of Mox. “Jon,” he says, “did you put a new bottle in without telling me?”

“I didn’t,” Mox says. “Probably was Yuta. He and Bryan keep fake hate fucking or whatever every time either of them wins a match.”

“You keep mentioning Yuta,” Claudio says, twirling the bottle of lube in his fingers. Somehow, Mox gets harder. “Would you like me to invite him?”

“No,” Mox says, automatically. “I mean. Sure. Later. Not right now.”

Claudio’s smile finally betrays his glee. “Because you want me, don’t you.” He walks up to Mox and tilts his head up, kissing him deeply, almost possessive. Mox bites into it, demanding something as mean as Claudio’s been the last few weeks.

“Getting a bit feral now, aren’t we, angel,” Claudio murmurs against his lips. “We can’t possibly have that.”

He grabs Mox around the waist, one armed, and hauls him to standing. “Back to the wall, now.”

Mox, shuffling like a dumbass because his gear pants are still held up by his kick pads, does as he’s told. “I got no idea what your plan is here,” he bitches. “I’m still partly dressed.”

“Not for long.”

Claudio shoves him against the wall, propping him under his ass with one hand. With the other, he pulls off Mox’s boots, kickpads, pants, leaving him exposed. Claudio’s barely managed to shove his gear down his hips, hard dick springing out.

“There you go,” Claudio murmurs. Mox had missed him slicking up his fingers, but suddenly he’s getting what he’s been aching for since before the match and his brain is electrified.

“Don’t be cute with it,” Mox demands. His eyes roll as Claudio maneuvers him so his legs are around Claudio’s waist.

“Rude,” Claudio muses. He pumps his finger with precision, blazing gaze on Mox, and then adds a second without warning.

“Jesus,” Mox hisses. “More.”

“I wonder,” Claudio says, “if you’d ever be satisfied. Maybe I should call in Yuta and Bryan.” His grin goes sharklike, and Mox wonders if this is how fish feel in the eyeline of a hammerhead. “Maybe you would be satisfied then.”

“Sure, yeah, but not right now,” Mox shuffles, trying to get Claudio’s fingers deeper. “If you leave right now, I’ll fucking lose it.”

“Not even to get my phone?”

“Not even,” Mox says. “Get in me already.”

“I thought,” Claudio says, and he twists his fingers so good that Mox almost melts, “I already was.”

“You know what I mean.”

The time between losing Claudio’s fingers and gaining his cock is too long, but Mox gets what he’s wanted all goddamned day before the emptiness registers.

“Yes,” he hisses, dropping his head back against the wall. “Jesus. You’re only using one hand. How do you even do this?”

“Years of training,” Claudio says, thrusting so Mox is practically bouncing on his dick. “And the knowledge that one day I’d have a brat who needed to get thrown around.” He wraps a hand around Mox’s cock, stroking roughly. “And now I do, don’t I?”

Mox nods. “Get me off,” he demands. “C’mon. Harder.”

Claudio rolls his eyes. “So demanding,” he sighs.

“What?” Mox asks, and he’s finally got his back in the right place to give as much back to Claudio as he rolls his hips. “You expecting something different from me?”

“Never,” Claudio says, and he crushes his lips to Mox.

Mox should be embarrassed by how fast he comes, just from a few moments. He should be. He isn’t. “Fuckin’ Christ,” he moans. “God – come on. Come in me, Claudio. Let’s get messy with it, too.”

“You love to be dirty,” Claudio says, almost an admonition, “don’t you?”

“So do it.”

Claudio’s got both of Mox’s ass cheeks in his hands and his eyes burn into Mox’s. “You’re impossible,” he grunts, and Mox knows what that means, grins at it, “you know that?”

Mox laughs, throwing his head back as he digs his nails into one of Claudio’s biceps, and he feels it. It’s damned near a growl what comes out of Claudio’s mouth as he comes, and Mox relishes it.

“Jesus,” Mox pants. “Forgot how good you look when you’re fucking me up.”

“You didn’t forget.” Claudio’s so damned gentle with how he sets Mox to the floor, hands on his waist to steady him. “But thank you.” He leans in and kisses Mox’s forehead. “To the shower with you, now.”

Claudio’s reaching for the knob to turn on the water when there’s pounding on the door.

“How does he always know?” Claudio mutters.

“Can we come in yet?” Yuta yells. “Or are you two still being horny weirdos?”

The door pushes open and Bryan walks in, dragging Yuta behind him in a headlock. “I told him to walk in, but he insisted on waiting.” He pulls Yuta’s hair back to get Yuta’s mega-watt shit eating grin directed at him. “I think he just wanted to listen.”

Yuta shrugs. “For the record, I didn’t see you plugging your ears.”

Mini Playlist:

Beg for It - Iggy Azalea feat. Mo

Motivate - Little Mix

Inside of You - Hoobastank

FIlthy - Justin Timberlake

#ClaudioMox #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley

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banannabethchase · 5 months

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for the hangman in a lab coat doing serious scientific sex experiments with matt as his test subject verse: adam wants to see what matt would look like double stuffed, i.e., they try double penetration with someone else

Greedy - also on AO3

Matt's finally ready to suggest his second Mox-related experiment, and Adam is so ready to take a back seat to his mad scientist boyfriend.

Thank you for this genius prompt, V!!! Title from Greedy by Ariana Grande.

Matt skips into the hotel room, throwing open the door without fanfare, like it hadn’t been a week since they’d seen each other, like he hadn’t been in California packing stuff up in his house to ship cross country to Adam’s. To their home. “I have an idea. An experiment idea.”

“You do?” Adam asks. He pushes his glasses up his nose and looks up at Matt.

Who immediately goes pink.

“What?”

“I – forgot what I going to say.” Matt shuffles over to the bed. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Adam says back. He smiles as Matt curls into him, treating him, essentially, as a mattress. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Matt sighs. “You pushed your glasses up your nose and it was cute.” He lifts his head and smiles at Adam, all sweet. “And then I remembered I get to, like, kiss you and keep you and whatever, and…” He trails off and flops back onto Adam’s chest.

“Lord,” Adam says. “You’re all gooey today.” He sets his book down and wraps his arms around Matt’s back. “Must have been the week apart.” He kisses the top of Matt’s head, reminding himself that he’ll get to have these moments every morning from now on. “Tell me what your idea is. I wanna hear.”

Matt hums. “Snuggles first.”

Snuggles turns into resting their eyes, and resting their eyes turns into sleep. Adam never sleeps as well as when Matt is playing weighted blanket on top of him, but it’s in the back of his mind as he drifts off to sleep that he never got an answer about Matt’s idea.

They’re in the middle of the venue, helping Tony with some organization, when Matt huffs.

“I have that stupid cowlick going,” he grumbles. “I seriously need you to get that hairbrush situation fixed.”

“Or, what if,” Adam says, moving a speaker where he’s been directed, “you could get your own damned hair brush.” He puts the speaker down and pulls out the cord, running it to the wall.

Matt sits on top of the speaker. “But then I don’t get to share yours.”

“More like you don’t get to have that tiny bit of extra space in your luggage.” Adam leans down and kisses Matt’s forehead. “Get up, come on. We have to get out of here before anybody comes over here and makes us do something else.”

The footsteps feel annoyingly appropriate, but Matt lights up as he jumps to his feet.

“You look so fucked up,” Mox says, looking Matt up and down. Adam stands. “Why do you look like you slept with a rock for a pillow?”

“Considering Adam’s pecs, that’s actually pretty accurate,” Matt retorts.

Adam snickers. “Thanks, babe.”

Mox chews his lollipop and looks Adam up and down. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, by the way.” He winks at Adam. “You looked great at that death match.” He runs his thumb along his lower lip, eyes locked on Adam’s mouth. “Sort of jealous you didn’t drink my blood in ours, but whatever.”

Matt clears his throat. “Well, we’re needed in the EVP room. Thing. With Tony.” He grabs Adam’s hand and drags him away at a speed that feels almost comical.

“What’s wrong with you?” Adam laughs. “We weren’t done with the speakers.”

“My idea,” Matt says. “What the eff. It’s like he can read my mind.”

“Read your – oh.” Adam gets it. “Oh, this is about that idea you keep talking about whenever I’m blowing you?” He slides his fingertips along Matt’s hip, sliding under his shirt. But, for the first time Adam can remember, it doesn’t distract Matt even a bit.

Matt nods. “I wanna ask him,” he says. “I, um. I really – I think it’s the right time, you know.” He bounces on his toes. “Do you think he’ll want to?”

“I think,” Adam says, stepping into Matt’s space until Matt’s pressed up against the wall, “you should say exactly what you want him to do.” He leans in, lips to Matt’s ear. “What you want both of us to do.”

Matt exhales slowly, deeply, intensely. “I want you – both – to…” He swallows, and Adam gears up to hear him say it. “I want you both to fuck me at the same time.”

Adam chuckles in Matt’s ear, licking his lips. “So it’s more than just a fantasy now,” he says. “You really want it?”

“I do,” Matt says. “Um. If you want it.”

Adam pulls back. “Say that again?”

“If you don’t want to, I get it,” Matt says. “I mean, having him, um, rail me when you came in afterwards was kind of different. I know that.” He presses his lips together, still managing to look cute when talking about being fucked by two men at once. “So I need to you to know that I’m okay if it it’s just a fantasy.” He grabs Adam’s hands, and looks so goddamned sincere with those gigantic eyes that Adam almost wants to drop to a knee now.

He does have the ring in his bag this time.

“So, just, I’m okay if it’s all talk,” Matt says, nodding. “I’m okay with it.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Do you think that I only want it to be talk?”

Matt shrugs. “I mentioned it to Kenny.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “You brought up our threesome to Kenny?”

“You know how he is,” Matt says, waving it off like that statement makes any sense at all. “He had a similar thing going a while back and told me to make sure you were entirely on board with it before bringing it to Mox’s attention.” He wrinkles his nose. “Apparently Kenny asked Nick before double checking with Kota and it all went really bad.”

“I mean, you brought it up to me months ago,” Adam says, and he finds himself playing with Matt’s hair, running silky locks through his fingertips. Mox was right, though. There’s a bunch of knots he slowly starts working through. “And did I seem like I didn’t want to back then?”

“We had just finished having sex,” Matt says, like an explanation. “Sometimes we say things in a post orgasm haze that we don’t mean.”

“Like that one time you said you could see the appeal of the Undertaker, you mean.”

Matt frowns. “You promised me you would never bring that up.”

“No,” Adam says, “no, you told me to promise never to bring it up, and I told you I would save it for a time when it was appropriate for the situation, and here we are.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “You suck.”

“Says you,” Adam says, kissing his forehead. “Now, tell me again. Tell me exactly what you want so I can tell you I am so fucking into it I may have hidden extra lube in my checked bags every goddamned time we fly just in case you decide it’s time.”

Matt exhales slowly. “Really?”

Adam nods. “Really.”

Matt stands on his toes and kisses Adam with a fervor, hands wound around his neck and fingers in his hair. “I want it,” he gasps, against Adam’s lips. “But – but I wanna make sure you – that we all know I belong to you, in the end.”

Adam whines. “Fuck. Goddamnit, baby, you can’t say shit like that when we have a show to help run.” He leans in and kisses Matt as possessively as he can, trying to make sure Matt knows. He’s always Adam’s.

“Okay,” Matt says, looking dazed and floating when Adam pulls away. “We have to talk to Mox first, though.”

The opportunity comes later that night at the hotel, when Adam and Matt are stopping by the hotel restaurant for a late night snack.

“I just really want French fries,” Adam says, dragging Matt. “Come on.”

When they walk in, Mox has a plate of fries in front of him.

“Huh,” Adam says. “Look at that, baby.”

“You said you wanted French fries.”

Adam decides that he’s earned a bad idea, so he walks up to Mox and grabs a fry from the plate, popping it in his mouth.

“What the fuck?” Mox asks turning to him. Adam grins as he chews, Matt sliding around to Mox’s other side.

“Hey,” Adam says. “Matt has a question for you.”

Mox grins. “Oh. Anything like last time?”

“Similar,” Matt says, and Adam can’t help but notice the way he trails his fingertips along the back of Mox’s neck as he walks to his other side. “But it requires the two of you to be, like, cool with being near each other. More than last time.”

Mox leans back, which gives Adam the opportunity to take a few more fries. “Talk to me,” he says. “And stop fuckin’ eating my French fries, you dick.” He slaps Adam’s hand when he reaches out to grab another. “You two fucking suck, by the way.”

“We weren’t thinking sucking would be involved,” Matt says, hopping into the barstool. “Well, this time.”

“This time?” Mox asks, turning to Adam. “This becoming a thing?”

Adam shrugs. “Don’t ask me. This one’s all his idea.”

“I thought you were the experimenter or something.”

Adam frowns, and reaches out to take another fry. Mox doesn’t stop him. “My lab’s been taken over by a madman.”

“You have never once complained about my ideas,” Matt says. “Anyway, if you two will stop bitching, here’s what I’m thinking.”

Mox has to straight up slap his hand over Matt’s mouth at one point when the bartender is coming over to refill their waters.

“Baby, I love you,” Adam says, fighting back laughter, “but if you say ‘just get your dick in there and we’ll make it work’ in public like that, somebody eventually is going to leak that to a dirt sheet and people are going to start expecting very different pay per views.”

Matt’s eyes light up a little more than strictly necessary.

“Hard no,” Adam says firmly. He glances around, then leans in, over Mox. “I ain’t sharing you with anybody except for him. You’re mine.”

Matt’s eyes widen and he settles back into his seat. “So I shouldn’t bring up that thing I wanted to ask related to Claudio?”

Mox laughs so hard he slides off the barstool.

Wrestling’s a sport. Adam knows that. They train and focus, and Matt goes hard on exercises specifically researched to make him better at certain wrestling moves. But Adam has never seen anybody train the way Matt has the past few weeks for this particular event. They’d been messing around with Matt taking more and more for months, but since their conversation with Mox a few weeks before, things have gotten almost clinical.

They’re in bed, Adam on his back as Matt sinks down on him.

“I’m just saying,” Matt says, far too put together to be filled up by Adam, “I don’t think it’s possible for Mox to be bigger than this one.” His turned around the opposite direction from Adam. “Okay, go ahead.”

Adam grins. “You sure?” he asks. He touches around Matt’s hole gentle, giving soft, listless thrusts with his dick and a finger. “I can just keep this up as long as you want.”

Matt falls a little forward on his hands. “I – okay, always, but I’m really – I want to make sure I can handle this one, too.”

It takes a few minutes, some deep breathing from Matt, and Adam keeping his hips as still as possible, but Matt manages to take both Adam and the largest dildo they have in their collection.

“Fuck,” Adam says, staring. “I wish I could see your face, babe. But this view is out of this world.”

He keeps himself absolutely still as he slowly works the dildo in and out.

Matt exhales. “This – I feel –”

Adam freezes. “Are you okay?”

“This is incredible,” Matt says. “I don’t get – this…Adam, I may be obsessed with this.”

“Fucking awesome,” Adam murmurs. “Because I kind of am, too.”

He reaches around without moving his hips but can only get his fingertips along Matt’s cock.

“Oh,” Matt says, voice a whisper. “Oh, okay. Take the other – take the fake one out. I want you to really give it to me, okay?”

Truly, Adam has never said no to Matt.

Matt sprints into Adam’s bedroom, skidding to a stop right before crashing into his bed.

“Hey,” Adam says, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“Look at my phone,” Matt says, throwing himself on the bed and shoving the phone into Adam’s face.

“Even cross eyed, I couldn’t read that,” Adam mutters. He bats at Matt’s hand until he pulls his hand back and Adam can grab the phone.

got a suite Tuesday nite til fridya morning if you two are in this week

“He spelled Friday wrong,” Adam says, frowning down at the phone. He looks back up at Matt. “Is that why you’re freaking out?”

“Don’t – focus, Adam!” Matt says. When Adam looks up, he can finally see how excited Matt is. “Mox got a suite! So we can do the whole two guys at once thing!” He does what Adam may have to consider the most charming happy dance he’s seen from Matt, something similar to when he’s being a particularly huge bitch in a match.

“Oh, shit,” Adam says. “Yeah. Hell yeah. Let’s do it.”

They go down on each other in Adam’s – in their, he’s still not used to it, it feels like a dream – laundry room, giggling, as they pack for the flight to Dynamite, and Adam is beginning to get worried he’s just as excited as Matt.

Matt is enthusiastic about everything the next few days. He gleefully takes his sneakers off for TSA, accepts the lack of diet Coke on the plane graciously, and doesn’t say a word when the Lyft is twenty minutes late and has a car that smells like four gallons of cologne. Even Adam’s barely kind enough not to bitch about it. Matt practically bounces his way to the hotel room and to the venue.

“You really are excited for tomorrow night, aren’t you?”

Matt nods fervently. “Also, I’ve had, like six coffees.”

“Six – when?!” Adam asks. He drops his things in the EVP room. “It’s two in the afternoon. When did you even have the time?!”

“When you went to talk to Silver and Reynolds,” Matt replies. He sits on the couch crosslegged, but still tapping his fingers rapidly. “Concessions had a bunch of coffee ready so I kept refilling.”

“There is something so deeply wrong with you, baby,” he laughs, kissing Matt’s forehead. “Chill out a little bit before we go do professional shit, okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble for being weird in public.”

“You like it when I’m weird in public,” Matt says, and his grin goes dangerous. “You really liked it when I was weird when you were doing camera for that one Mox match.”

Adam exhales slowly. “Yeah, but nobody knew you were there.”

“You did,” Matt says, grinning.

“You shouldn’t be so proud of that,” Adam says, kissing Matt’s forehead. “We risked getting fired.”

Matt shrugs. “Yeah, but we didn’t.”

Adam does a terrible job of paying attention to anything during Dynamite. He and the Bucks are backstage only, which means Matt is half in his lap as he studies the cameras and makes calls while Adam presses buttons at his command.

“I really hate how I have to do this now,” he mutters during a commercial. “What happened to me hanging out backstage?”

“We got back together and you got stuck with me,” Matt says. He’s half in Adam’s lap at this point.

“Yeah, and you two made it everybody’s problem,” Nick says, grinning as he mutes his mic. “Now shut up so I can cue music, you idiots.” He’s been in a much better mood for a while. Adam kind of wants to know why, but also thinks he shouldn’t dare to ask.

Adam follows instructions as best he can, but he really needs to talk to Tony about not doing this next time. Dynamite and Rampage finish smoothly, in Adam’s opinion, but Matt’s got some complaints as he drives back to the hotel, with Nick and Kenny in the back seats.

“I just think,” Matt continues, “that if we’re expected to communicate with all members of the roster, everybody should be given a company phone that actually works well, you know?”

“That’s great, Matt, but I asked if you wanted to get a Frosty,” Nick says.

Matt dives at him when they close the door to their hotel room, and it’s only reflexes that save Matt from falling to the floor. Adam grabs him at the ass and holds him up on instinct.

“You know well and good I can’t fuck you tonight if we’re going to see Mox tomorrow,” Adam says, dropping Matt on the bed.

He gets giant, miserable booboo eyes in response. “No, but you can suck my dick.” He flutters his eyelashes. “C’mon, I’ve been in such a good mood today.”

“Have you?” Adam asks. He kicks off his shoes and crawls onto the bed with a grin. “Didn’t you bitch at everyone you saw about the shitty company phones?”

“That wasn’t bitching! It was a companywide improvement recommendation!” Matt says as Adam’s hands go for his belt. Adam can feel he’s already hard.

“How are you always – you were rambling about chocolate vs peppermint Frostys, like, five minutes ago.”

“And?” Matt asks as Adam pulls down his pants. “Now I’m here.” He gestures to Adam. “Come on. How else am I ever gonna react when you’re in front of me?”

“Goddamnit,” Adam says with a sigh, eye level with Matt’s dick. “You’re being sweet. Now I have to suck your dick.”

“You nervous?” Adam asks, grinning down at Matt. They’ve got all their bags with them, since Mox as offered them to stay the night at the suite after it’s all said and done, and Adam’s just waiting for Matt to knock.

Matt swallows. “No.”

“Then knock.”

“You knock.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “It’s your idea.”

“I’m your boyfriend,” Matt says. “Aren’t you supposed to do what I want or something?”

Adam snorts. “Yeah, okay. Then we’ll be out here for hours, baby. It’s your fantasy.” He leans in and kisses across Matt’s cheekbone until his lips reach Matt’s ear. “And your experiment. Go ahead. Knock.”

Matt’s shaky and shivery when he knocks, but there’s not an ounce of hesitation as he does so.

Mox throws the door open a few moments later. “Hey, douchebags,” he says, grinning. “How are ya?”

“Good,” Matt says primly. “Can we come in?”

“Sure, baby,” Mox says, popping the lollipop back between his lips. Adam’s a bit entranced. Mox steps back and Adam follows Matt into the spacious suite. It really is large – an entire living area with a small kitchenette, giant TV. He can see the door to the bedroom open, revealing a giant bed.

“Get comfy,” Mox says, throwing himself on the couch. Adam watches how the pale washed denim stretches across strong thighs, how the Death Jitsu long sleeve tee stretches across his broad chest.

Adam swallows. Maybe he’s just as eager for this as Matt.

“Well,” Matt says. “I’m, um. Off to take a shower.” He brushes down his shirt. “I’ll see the two of you in a minute.”

He stops off, one of his bags in his hand, like he already owns the suite, his shirt flying behind him back into the living room.

“He always like that?” Mox asks, stretching out.

Adam nods. “Always.”

“Seems exhausting,” Mox says, grabbing the remote.

“Sure fuckin’ is,” Adam says, laughing. “Put on the show from last night. Matt was in charge of cameras and I want to see if he did a good job.”

The two of them watch the first match and two promos of Dynamite before they hear someone clear their throat, rather insistently, from the bedroom.

“You need something, princess?” Mox yells.

“Yeah,” Matt yells back. “It’s about time.”

“You just turned the shower off, so don’t get bitchy,” Adam calls, and he rolls his eyes at Mox.

Mox grins. “God, you two are gonna be so fun.”

Adam feels a chill wash down his body, a mix of anticipation and Mox’s words.

Matt, inexplicably, is dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of soft looking sweatpants. “Alright,” Matt says, stretching his arms out and tucking his hands behind his head. “Here I am.”

“Here you are,” Adam says. He can’t resist walking over and kissing Matt, just a little one, before stepping back to stand next to Mox.

Matt pushes himself up on his elbows, eyes darting from Adam to Mox. The attitude, the cockiness, starts to fall off of him like sheets of snow from a roof, revealing Matt’s pretty-eyed desire laid bare.

Nobody speaks. Mox and Adam stand next to each other, unmoving. Adam hates to admit it, but he wants to follow Mox’s lead on this one.

“Is – isn’t anybody gonna come over here?” Matt asks. He wiggles. “You’re just staring at me like – like you want to eat me alive or something.”

“That what you want?” Adam asks.

Matt presses his lips together, eyes flicking from Mox to Adam. “Not quite.”

“Yeah?” Mox asks. “Tell me what you’re looking for, Matt. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Matt exhales. “E-everything?”

“I want to hear every detail that you’re thinking off,” Mox says. His eyes flick to Adam, who nods. “Or else we’re not doing it.”

Matt nods. “Yeah, that – that’s fair. Gotta make sure we’re all in agreement.”

Adam laughs. “Baby, I love you so much, but you’re making our threesome sound like a business deal.”

“I mean, it kind of is,” Matt says, shrugging. “Only instead of credit cards, it’s dicks. And instead of a cash register, it’s me.” He flares red. “Oh, boy.”

“Did you just get turned on by talking about money?” Mox turns to Adam. “What the fuck is wrong with him?

“That’s the wrong question,” Adam says, and he walks over to the bed so he can smack roll Matt over and smack his ass. “The question is what isn’t wrong with him.”

“I am right here,” Matt grumbles, but he’s got a little smile on his lips.

“Tell ya what,” Mox says, falling into the chair. “How about you lay down on the bed and tell us while you touch yourself?” Mox pats the arm of the chair. “Come on over, Cowboy. Bet you’re used to riding.”

“What? That doesn’t even make sense.” But Adam walks over and makes himself comfortable on Mox’s lap, flinging a leg over the arm of the chair.

“You two are too big for that chair,” Matt says, licking his lips as he stares. “Way too big.”

“Is this anxiety coming through?” Adam asks. “Because if this is a metaphor –”

“Is not,” Matt scoffs. He takes off his shirt like he’s offended at the suggestion. “Mox, you don’t know this, but Adam and I have been practicing.”

Mox chuckles, a warm rumble on Adam’s back. “Practicing?”

“If that’s what they call it then we should be experts by now,” Adam mutters.

“Maybe not – oh – maybe not practicing, I guess, but I’ve been working myself up to this, and I have been able to take the biggest one we have with Adam,” Matt says. He seems cocky, proud of himself as he pulls down his sweatpants. He’s already hard, pretty red cock curving up toward his belly as he steps back and lays down on the bed. “I mean, not to be a dick, but you can’t be much bigger than that one, based on our previous encounter.”

“He always talk like that?” Mox asks, lips by Adam’s neck, and it is distracting as hell that his arch rival’s lips are brushing against his skin while his boyfriend is jerking off on the bed. “He really does make everything sound like a business meeting.”

“You get used to it,” Adam says, grinding back on Mox’s lap. He can play dirty, too. “You gotta lean into it. Treat it like a corporate role play or something.” He grins. “Baby, show Mox what happens when I call you Mr. Jackson.”

Matt exhales, entire body rolling as he fucks up into his fist. “That’s not fair,” he murmurs. “I’m trying to explain a fantasy here.”

“Then explain it,” Mox says. “We ain’t got all day.”

That is an absolute lie, and all three of them know it. Mox made sure this suite was available until 11am tomorrow for this exact reason, and yet Matt nods, turning his glassy eyes over to Mox and Adam.

“I want you both inside me at once,” he says, eyes locked onto Adam. “I want you both,” he pauses, and Adam knows he’s steadying himself to look at Mox when he says it, “to fuck me at the same time.”

“Yeah?” Mox says. He slides his hand into Adam’s lap. “Feels like the Cowboy’s into it.”

“You are, too, jackass,” Adam replies, rolling his ass against Mox’s hard cock. “Don’t get to uppity about it.

“I never said I wasn’t.”

Adam stands and pulls his shirt off over his head. “Matty, hands off.”

Matt takes his hand off his dick. “Why?”

He grins at Matt, then grins back at Mox. “We can’t let Mox get started here without a show, can we?”

“Oh!” Matt says. “Oh, sure. Yeah, I can do that.” He makes little grabby hands, and Adam wants to fuck him silly right now. But they have plans. “C’mere.”

Adam leans over Matt and kisses him deep, keeping his body away from Matt’s as he licks into his mouth, as he marks a few claims over Matt’s skin. Mox will share his body, sure. But Matt will always, always be Adam’s.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mox murmurs. Adam can hear rustling. “Look, you two both know you’re hot as hell, but this feels illegal to watch or something.” Adam thinks Mox has shucked all of his clothes. “Fuck.”

Adam slides his hand down Matt’s thigh and digs his fingers in the way he know gets Matt all whimpery, hiking his leg up. Matt drops his head back and moans.

“That one was on purpose, wasn’t it,” Mox says. Adam can hear his breathing. “Jesus Christ.”

Adam laughs. “Yeah. He’s good at being a pretty little performer.” Adam leans down and kisses Matt again, gently. “You ready, baby?”

Matt nods, determination in his eyes. “I got this.”

“Pretty little performer,” Adam repeated, voice no more than a murmur as he brushes Matt’s hair from his eyes. “One set of eyes on you isn’t enough, is it? You need two people all over you.”

Matt whines like he’s trying to get more contact.

“You want him over here too?” Adam asks. He bites at Matt’s neck. “Can’t get enough. Greedy son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Matt pants. “Greedy. Want both of you. C’mon.”

Adam feels the mattress dip as Mox sits on the bed next to Matt. “Pretty little thing,” he says. “Just wants to be used, huh?”

“Absolutely.” Adam pulls back to see Matt’s chest heaving. “One dick’s not enough for him. He’s gotta be split open by two.”

Matt whines. “This is fun and all, but I really, really want to get railed now, okay?”

“You know that’s not actually what you want,” Mox says. “Say what you actually want.”

Matt flames red. “I want you two inside of me at once.”

“That’s better,” Adam says. He grabs Matt by the hip and flips him over. “But first, we gotta get you ready.”

“I got an idea,” Mox says. He slides down the bed and palms at Matt’s ass. “You like getting eaten out?”

Adam rolls his eyes at how Matt immediately shifts so his ass is on display. “Yes,” he deadpans. “Yes, he does.”

“Cool,” Mox says, and he dives in.

Adam’s never gotten to see Matt’s face when somebody’s tongue is in his ass, but it’s almost as desperate and open as when he’s getting fucked.

“You like that?” Adam asks.

“Yes,” Matt hisses. “Yes, I – oh my god.”

“Tongue’s not just good for talking, huh?” Adam says. He leans in and kisses Matt, awkward as their faces are pressed into the mattress, but Matt doesn’t seem too upset about it.

Mox makes sloppy, slurping noises, eager and goal oriented, and Adam’s got no choice but to rip off his pants and stroke his dick about it.

“Please?” Matt asks, fluttering his eyelashes.

“No,” Adam says. “You have to wait. I’m not putting my dick in your mouth when you specifically asked for it in your ass.”

Matt pouts for a second, then gasps. “Oh, Mox, right there.”

“Yeah?” Mox says, and his beard is shimmering with spit. “There?”

Matt nods. “I can take another finger, c’mon.”

“When’d that happen?” Adam asks. He’s not confused, exactly. But.

“About a minute ago, when you were fucking around with him,” Mox says. “He took it so pretty, too.”

Adam can tell when Mox adds another finger by Matt’s face.

“You use the –”

“What do you think I am, an amateur?” Mox asks. He picks up the bottle, already with a sizeable amount missing, and wiggles it with his free hand. “Of course I used lube.” He must do something interesting with his fingers because Matt gasps. “Didn’t I, Matt?”

Matt nods. “Okay, this is fun, whatever, but this has been too much teasing.” He grabs at Adam’s arm until Adam falls so he’s half slumped on the pillows. “Get in me.”

“You are not ready,” Mox says. “Like, maybe for one.”

“Exactly,” Matt says, and he swings a leg over Adam’s hips and sinks down on Adam’s cock so fast it’s almost impossible. Matt exhales so deeply and so thoroughly it’s like he’s surfacing from a riptide. “There we go.” He rocks a little, like he’s getting used to the size of Adam. “Okay. Mox, go ahead.”

Adam and Mox meet eyes over Matt’s shoulders, and Adam sees his befuddlement mirrored in Mox’s eyes.

“When the fuck did you get the idea you’re in charge?” Mox asks. “And, no, hold on.”

“A finger, obviously,” Matt says, rolling his eyes. “Come on. You want in on this, right?” He rolls his hips masterfully and Adam can’t help the moan that escapes his lips. “You really want to wait?”

Mox bites his lip. “Jesus. You’re a fucking terror.”

“Isn’t he?” Adam says. “It’s great until it isn’t.”

Matt shrugs, throwing his hair over his shoulder. It slaps Mox in the face, but Matt doesn’t seem to even notice. He rolls his hips again.

“You gotta quit that, baby, or this’ll be over way too soon,” Adam says.

“Quick on the draw, Cowboy?”

“You shut the fuck up,” Adam says, glaring at Mox. “Nobody asked you.”

“Pretty sure your boyfriend asked me.”

“Would you two stop the measuring contest and start competing to see, like, who can fuck me better?” Matt asks. “Jesus. I thought I was the most annoying person in this room.”

“I hate it when you’re self-aware and still manage to insult me,” Adam says, but he leans up to pull Matt for a kiss.

He gasps into Matt’s mouth when he feels something brush up against the base of his dick and then alongside of it. Mox’s finger is careful, tentative, but such an unbelievable shift of experience that Adam might get addicted if he’s not careful.

“That’s – oh,” Matt says, shifting. “Okay. Yeah, that’s a lot.”

“Thought you could take Adam and the other dildo or whatever.”

“The dildo doesn’t move on its own, and it isn’t attached to a big, annoying bitch,” Matt retorts.

There’s a smack and Matt grins, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought,” Mox grumbles.

It takes ages. Mox is incredibly meticulous, Adam is still and concentrated, and Matt, bitchy and demanding as ever, doesn’t let up the litany of complaints and demands for more.

Finally, after what seems like years, Mox is set up behind Matt, his thighs spread over Adam’s as he presses along Matt’s back.

“Are you ready?” Mox asks. “If there’s any problems –”

“There won’t be,” Matt promises.

“Matt,” Adam says, grabbing his face and turning him to look into Adam’s eyes.

Matt nods. “I’ll say. I promise.”

“Good boy.” He yanks Matt down for one last kiss. “He ready, Mox?”

“I think so.” Adam’s never seen such concentration written on Mox’s brow before. “Alright, Matt?”

“Do it,” Matt says, punctuating with a deep exhale.

Adam drops against the headboard as he feels the blunt head of Mox’s cock slide in next to him. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes.

Matt braces his hands on Adam’s chest, eyes squeezed shut.

Adam reaches up, brushes his knuckles against Matt’s cheek. “You okay?”

Matt nods. “Just – it’s so much.”

“In a good way?” Mox asks, voice tight.

“An amazing way,” Matt says. He wiggles his hips and Adam feels – fucking hell, he can feel Mox’s cock rub up against his. “Oh, this is great.”

“Do you want me to move?” Mox asks.

“Yes,” Adam and Matt say at the same time.

Mox chuckles. “Don’t have to be so eager for it, you two.” Adam can’t see much but Mox’s face, but he can feel when he pulls his hips back then pushes in further. Matt whines. “Okay, mostly you.” Mox leans in and pulls Matt’s hair back from his face. “Taking two at once like the best hole there is.”

Matt whines, dropping his head. “I wanna move,” he says, “I – but I can’t. I feel – this is –” He cuts off as Mox pulls just a little further back. “Oh, god, I can’t do anything.”

“Is that a good thing?” Adam asks. He glances down and Matt’s leaking like a broken faucet, still hard as a rock.

“It’s amazing,” Matt says, “like – like I have to – like I can’t – it’s up to you two.” Adam can tell he’s trying to say something else but can’t get the words out, so Adam twitches his hips just the tiniest bit and both Matt and Mox yelp.

“Goddamnit, Cowboy,” Mox growls. “Get your hips back on the bed.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Adam says, but he does, as slow as he can, settle his hips back down flat. Matt’s eyes roll back.

“I – Mox,” he says. “Move. Do – please?”

It’s not like how he’s used to it, with Matt. Mox keeps adding lube when he pulls out and it’s getting everywhere, and Matt’s hands stay on Adam’s chest, arms, stomach, bracing himself and digging in nails. It’s slow. It’s intentional. And it’s incredible.

“I’m so proud of you, Matty,” Adam murmurs, and he reaches down to stroke at Matt’s cock. “Look at you. I knew you could do it, but I didn’t – you’re so good at this.”

Matt’s eyes flutter shut at the praise. “Yeah, I knew I could, too.”

Mox snorts. “The fuck have I gotten myself into…”

“Matt, obviously,” Adam replies, stroking Matt with the end goal in sight.

Something about the phrase does it for Matt, and he comes with a whimper, quiet for the first time of his life, as he paints Adam’s chest and stomach. The way he clenches around Mox and Adam, tight and hot and – fuck. Adam’s not even done much, but he needs it.

“Matt, you okay if I…?”

“Yes,” Matt says to Mox. Adam feels like he’s being tormented, still and powerless as he waits.

Mox rolls his hips gently, the head of his cock catching against Adam’s, and Adam can barely handle it. It’s taking more restraint than he knew he had not to go wild. Instead, he swipes at the come on his chest and offers messy fingers to Matt, who takes them into his mouth eagerly.

“I hate how hot you two are,” Mox grumbles, voice tight. But then he grunts and Adam feels his dick pulse against his own as he gently, slowly, rocks his hips. The press against Adam’s dick, the feeling of Mox’s come next to him inside of Matt. He didn’t think he was that close, but, then again, there was once a time where he didn’t think he’d be with Matt again, either.

He closes his eyes and has to force his hips still. “I’m – oh, god, I can’t – I want to, but I can’t –”

“Are we accidentally edging you?” Matt giggles. He tilts his hips back and Adam feels Mox slip his softening dick out.

“Yes,” Adam answers. “Matty, please, I have to…” He can’t even speak. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he knows how close he is, how badly he needs to come.

“Are you begging me?” Matt asks, and Adam opens his eyes to see Matt on top of his, grinning and gleeful. “Is this a role reversal?”

Adam wraps an arm behind Matt’s back and flips them, slamming Matt to the mattress. His dick is painfully hard, he’s so close. “Can I fuck you?” he asks before sliding back into Matt. He knows Matt might be sore, sensitive, not able to do anything further. He hovers, as still as he can get himself. He knows he might have to find some other way to get off. But he has to. He can’t wait anymore.

“Please fuck me,” Matt says, eyes soft, and Adam dives back in.

He can feel Mox’s come around his cock like last time, easing the glide, and it’s over in seconds. He lets out a hoarse cry as he buries himself deep inside of Matt, adding to Mox’s mess, dropping down on shaking elbows.

He feels a hand on his back, calloused and huge. “Damn, man.”

Adam lifts his head. “Hmm?”

“That was some fucking wild restraint,” Mox says. He rolls to the side of the bed, laying next to Matt and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I’ve never seen anybody simultaneously out of his fucking mind and steady in my life.”

Adam shrugs, still breathing heavily. “Not gonna hurt him,” Adam mutters, dropping his head back down. It’s too much work to keep it up. “Never gonna hurt him again, if I can help it.”

Matt sighs and runs his fingers through Adam’s hair. “Love you, too.”

Mox groans. “How did double penetration turn fucking tender? I hate both of you.”

“You do not,” Adam says, and he finally can steady his muscles enough to pull out of Matt at the slowest pace possible, his cock stinging with oversensitivity. He falls to the side with open arms and Matt dives into them, clamoring onto Adam’s chest like an eager starfish. Mox scoots in to fill the space, lining his body against Adam’s.

“Hey,” Mox says. “You good?”

Adam nods, sleepy but sated. “Different than I expected. You’re a bitch even when your cock’s next to mine. I’m surprised.”

Mox shrugs. “Meeting the energy of the room, you could say.”

Matt lifts a weak arm and flips Mox off.

They lay like that, cozy and quiet, for some time. Adam finds his mind wiped, his body tired, and his anxiety gone. There’s not enough energy left in him to feel it. He trails fingers up and down Matt’s spine, knuckles along Mox’s chest. It’s almost too comfortable. He might need to find an excuse to do something like this again, just to reach this feeling afterwards where things feel this comfortably blank. He’ll start thinking up experiments when he has enough brain power to remember his own name.

When he hears little snuffles he thinks Matt’s fallen asleep, which would mean waking him up which is always unpleasant. He exchanges a little smile with Mox, who raises an eyebrow. Adam shrugs.

A few moments later, Matt finally stirs and sits up.

“So,” he says, smiling a little sleepy but with light in his eyes. “How do the two of you feel about spitroasting?”

“Can we recover from the first threesome first and then talk about the next one?” Adam asks, pulling Matt’s hair away from his face. “The king of one track minds, I swear.”

“There’s a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom,” Mox offers. “Speaking of recovery, you know.” He tucks some of Matt’s hair behind his ear, gentler than Adam expected. “You’re gonna be sore for a while, babe.”

Matt turns a little pinker.

“You just called him babe,” Adam says, and he hears laughter in his voice. “Be careful. That’s how the two of us ended up together the first time.”

Mox stands up and stretches. Adam’s no longer above watching that scarred, beautiful body as it moves, lean muscles under decorated skin. He figures fucking his boyfriend alongside Mox makes all boundaries disappear. “I’ll hear that story someday, I’m sure,” he mutters. “But let’s go check out that jacuzzi.”

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banannabethchase · 5 months

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You think when Mox is being a sensory seeking menace Claudio picks him up and puts him into a Giant Swing until he feels more regulated?

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banannabethchase · 9 months

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poly BCC prompt, if you're into it. Yuta collecting all his boyfriends sweaters and maybe also how they each respond?

Hoodies

Mox isn’t surprised when he wakes up to Yuta climbing back into bed. The hotel is chillier than usual, and his bag was planning for a southern summer. Mox, on the other hand. Mox is always carrying extra layers.

“Oh, hey,” he says, sleepy eyes with a smile in the corners. “That’s my hoodie.”

Yuta nods, snuggling against Mox. “Yup.”

Mox yanks him closer and buries into Yuta’s chest. “I like it. You’re cozy.”

Yuta laughs as he wraps his arms around Mox’s shoulders, the feeling of home enveloping him like Mox’s arms. “I am cozy,” he agrees. “And I hope you know you’re never getting this back.”

“Works for me,” Mox says, and his words are muffled by the old, soft L7 hoodie.

Bryan stares at him all through the jog, Yuta’s sure of it. He can feel Bryan’s eyes burning a hole into Bryan’s old Yes! hoodie, the one he pretends he doesn’t keep in his gym bag for old time’s sake. He picks up the pace to check – yep. Bryan catches up.

“I can feel you looking at me,” Yuta huffs out as he sets a punishing pace. “You could just say something about it.”

“You stole my clothes,” Bryan says. He comes up next to Yuta and bumps his shoulder. “The fuck am I supposed to say, you’re welcome?”

Yuta laughs as they make their way up the rocky hill toward Bryan’s house, the pebbles under his feet crunching. “You want it back?”

“Of course I want it back!” Bryan says, catching up. Yuta speeds up and out runs Bryan, the only area where he can beat him.

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

Claudio just stares at him, clad in a grey suit and deep green tie. “Wheeler,” he says calmly. “That’s my hoodie.”

Yuta looks down. “Look at that. It is.”

“Why are you wearing my hoodie when we’re expected for a dinner reservation in,” he checks his giant gold watch, “fifty-five minutes?”

Yuta shrugs, feigning innocence. “It’s comfortable.”

Claudio raises a single eyebrow. “Darling, we haven’t got the time.”

“We could be late.”

“It took months to get the reservations, and Bryan and Mox are already on their way.”

Yuta snorts. “I doubt that. They’re probably fucking in the rental car.”

Claudio shrugs. “Perhaps.” He sighs, gazing at the suit. “And I spent all that time looking nice, and you’re going to do nothing but wreck it.”

Yuta raises up on his knees on the hotel bed to get closer to Claudio’s height. “Yeah. I am.”

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banannabethchase · 3 months

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Mox, I have two things to say to you:

This was your fault for antagonizing four men at once.

Please don't act like this is your first time surrounded by four men who wanna get their hands on you.

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banannabethchase · 3 months

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Mox finds Hanger playing solitaire in catering and looms over his shoulder pointing out moves until Hanger snaps.

Play Stupid Games, or However the Saying Goes

They're earning their masters degrees in himbology, your honor.

“I can hear you staring at me.”

Mox freezes, caught, unsure of what to do next. Something in the back of his brain tell him to turn on his heel and run out of there like a big fucking coward, but his chronic need to piss off Hangman overrides any other option. “I can see you fucking up Solitaire,” Mox says back.

“Congratulations,” Hangman deadpans. “You’ve found another thing to be wrong about.”

Mox feels itchy. Hangman’s calm. He’s chill. He’s not rising to Mox’s bait. Mox hates it. “Shouldn’t you put that one on top of that other one?” Mox asks. He knows enough about Solitaire to know that numbers, at least, are important.

Hangman finally turns around. “Sorry, are you confusing Solitaire with Uno?” he asks. “God. Nothing in that pretty head of yours.”

The fucking cowboy looks so smug that Mox almost misses the compliment. “It is!” Mox says. “Right? You have to match the numbers?”

“You put shit in order,” Hangman says, and he shakes his head. It’s so condescending. Mox can already feel his dick perking up. “Based on those three cards.” He’s smiling. He’s smiling kindly. Mox might be forced to kill him. “Did you never play on, like, a school computer in high school?”

“I did!” Mox lies. He spent most of his time on KidPix, even into his teen years. He had a thing about scribbling on the page and dumping random colors. “Just – I forgot.”

Hangman raises an eyebrow and throws a leg over the arm of the chair. Mox wants to throw him off, make him uncomfortable. Like, immediately. He walks closer to the chair, standing in front of Hangman. It’s almost, if Mox leaned in, as if Mox were between Hangman’s legs. “You forgot,” Hangman says.

Mox shrugs. “Yeah, it’s not like riding a bike or anything. Sorry I got better things to think about than a stupid computer card game.”

Hangman is very clearly fighting a grin. “You know it can be played with actual cards, right?” He shuffles a little in the chair. Mox does not react to the fact that it spreads Hangman’s legs a little more, giving him a look at how good Adam’s legs look clad in tight, worn denim. He swallows.

Adam leans in. “Why were you staring at me from the doorway, Moxley?”

“You’re in the comfiest chair in the lounge,” Mox says, and it definitely started out that way. “Wanted to see how long you would sit there like a lazy ass before letting anybody else use it.”

Adam loses the fight with a smile, and Mox’s heart rate picks up. “Yeah?” Adam asks. He pats those thighs, his grin going the kind of dirty Mox didn’t know him capable of until after their death match. “Got a seat right here, pretty boy.”

“Pretty – you’re the one with the long hair!”

“Only because yours all fell out.” Mox is too stunned to make a retort, tempted to either fuck or fight Adam and he’s not sure which. “Yeah, I’ve seen those indie photos. You look good with the pink hair.”

And then he does it.

His eyes flicker down to Mox’s lips.

“Okay.”

“What?”

Mox flips down into Adam’s lap, closer to him than he’s been since Blood and Guts. “I’m in your lap. Check mate, bitch.”

“God, another bad game reference?” Adam shakes his head, laughter in his eyes. Mox is a little lost in them, which is stupid. “This is barely a pawn moving across the board.” He leans in, runs his tongue along his lower lip. “This,” he says, “is check mate.” He leans in and kisses Mox. And, to be fair, Mox does feel like he’s lost whatever game he and Adam have been playing for the past few months. But he may have won a different one.

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banannabethchase · 2 months

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Mox walks into the BCC locker room to find Breeze visiting, and immediately runs off to hide Matt because those two can never be allowed to meet.

Such a Pretty Face - also on AO3

Mox walks in on Breeze hanging out in the locker room before Collision and knows one thing: he can't let Breeze and Matt meet. He fails almost immediately.

I...this one did things. Title from Brat by Chrissy Chlapecka.

All Mox was trying to do was get a goddamned coffee.

He should have known it was possible, is the thing. He and Matt work at AEW. Claudio works at AEW. Of course Claudio would bring his boyfriend here.

He hadn’t thought it through to the logical conclusion.

“Claudio,” he grumbles into the phone, watching the interloper angle the phone for a selfie, “what the fuck is Breeze doing here?”

Breeze looks over at him and rolls his eyes, stupid perfect eyebrows doing a weird little wiggle. Mox stomps out of the room.

“Oh, you’ve seen him?” Claudio is annoyingly sunny. “Good. I and my Lyft driver are stuck in traffic. I told him to find you.”

“Told – why?!” Mox pulls the phone away and stares at it, waiting for one of Claudio’s stupid puns or jokes to show up in a text.

“Because Bryan finds him unappealing and Wheeler is unavailable.” He’s so annoyingly calm about it all, like this isn’t horribly inconvenient.

“Why me, though?” Mox whines. “I can’t stand him.”

“You can,” Claudio admonishes. “You are simply angry he insulted your gear that one time.”

Mox had actually forgotten about that, but Breeze can bitch about his gear pants all day long. “That’s not it,” he hisses. He looks through the door, angling his neck so that he can see Breeze’s foot. “I don’t want him going anywhere near Matt.”

“What?” Claudio asks, uncharacteristically befuddled. “Why not?”

“Because you and I managed to bag the two most impossible, insane, and insufferable men on the fucking planet and if they meet people will die.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. Mox wonders if he should begin planning his will. “Then perhaps I shouldn’t tell you Tyler is hoping to have a match with Orange Cassidy.”

Mox groans. “Seriously?!”

“He’s a free agent, Jon.” Mox wants to rip that smug tone out of his throat. “He’s allowed to explore his options.”

“Explore his – he’s going to end up running into Matt!” Mox hisses. “It’s going to be horrible.”

“What’s going to be horrible?”

Mox jumps about a foot as Matt comes up behind him. “Baby!” He leans in and kisses Matt, steering them slightly away from the door. “Hey, what’s up?”

“I heard my name and horrible in the same breath,” Matt says, dodging Mox’s next attempt to kiss him. “What’s horrible?”

“He’s talking about me,” Breeze yells from the room.

Mox freezes. “Matty,” he says slowly.

“Who,” Matt says, snapping into business mode, “is in there?” Then he eyes Mox.

Mox doesn’t even have time to panic run away before Breeze walks up behind him. He looks down a little at Matt. “Hey, Jackson,” he says, grinning. “Like your shoes.”

Matt’s eyes widen, hurt echoing. “Why is he in there?” he whispers. And Mox realizes.

“Oh, god, no!” Mox says. “Fuck, no. Never. Absolutely not. Hey.” He cups Matt’s cheeks, tilting him so their eyes meet. “Listen to me. The only pretty boy obsessed with his looks and clothes I want is you.”

Matt pouts, and it would be cute if Mox wasn’t about to lose his mind. “Then why’s he here?”

Mox looks over at Breeze, who looks maddeningly comfortable as he leans against the wall. He’s as if Matt and Seth got fused in one body but threw in an extra dose of impossible. “Yeah, Dean,” Breeze says, and Mox might strangle him right here and now. “Why am I here?”

“You call him that again, and I’ll shove those last season shoes right up your ass,” Matt snaps.

Mox fights a smile. “You don’t like it when people call me Dean?”

“You’re mine now,” Matt says simply. “Well, and AEW’s. Your name is Jon.” He turns to Breeze. “Or Mox, to you.”

“To me?”

Matt nods. He shuffles back into Mox’s space, an arm around his waist like a claim. “I’ll ask one more time. Why are you here?”

“If you must know,” Breeze says, adjusting his ponytail, “I’m interested in a match.”

Matt’s demeanor immediately shifts. “A match!” he says. “We would love to have you.”

“What?” Mox asks. “What was that?”

“A highly talented free agent like you? We’d be lucky to work together. Come on, let’s get to my office. Who are you interested in working with?”

Breeze turns to Mox, who shrugs, still unable to speak.

“Cassidy, Castle,” Breeze says, counting off his fingers, “and, honestly, you and Nick have the right idea right now.” His grin turns deadly. “Wouldn’t have a problem with getting in with the EVPs.”

Mox waits for Matt to correct Breeze about the name, but it doesn’t even look like he noticed. Matt grabs Breeze’s wrist and pulls him toward the EVP room, leaving Mox behind as they begin chattering about ring gear and the best tights for their asses.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there when he feels a giant hand clap on his shoulder.

“Jesus!” he shrieks, jumping about a foot. “What the fuck?”

“Hello,” Claudio says. “Have you seen Tyler?”

“I – yes,” Mox says. “Somehow.”

“Somehow?”

“They, um. They met.”

Claudio frowns. “That can’t possibly have gone well.”

“Matt through I was cheating with Breeze.”

Claudio’s face goes blank for long enough that Mox worries if he has another jealous lunatic on his hands. And then he busts into laughter, falling against the door. “You!” Claudio chokes out. “You! And Breeze!” He works himself into a fit, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

“What the hell is so funny?” Mox asks, punching Claudio in his stomach. It kind of hurts his knuckles, and it makes him want to punch Claudio somewhere softer. “Calm the fuck down.”

“I apologize,” Claudio says, mopping his eyes with the cuffs of his BCC jacket. “I really do. I just don’t think you could handle Breeze.”

“I can handle Matt.”

Claudio scoffs. “Oh, no, my friend.” He claps Mox on the shoulder. “Breeze is very different from Matt.”

Mox rolls his eyes as they make their way toward the EVP room. “Either way, they’re being weird in a way I didn’t expect.”

“Explain.”

“I can’t,” Mox says, a hand on the EVP room doorknob, “you have to see it to get it.” He doesn’t bother knocking – never has, never will when it comes to Matt. The door swings open easily under his hand.

“Oh, god,” Claudio says behind him. “I see what you mean.”

Matt and Breeze are both shirtless, in the middle of swapping gear shirts.

“And I think,” Matt says, clearly in the middle of a rant, “that if we really want to sell it, we should have you in matching gear. It may be too late for you to custom make anything, but I’m sure some of my clothes will fit you.” He frowns. “Do you have anything white?”

“What are you doing?” Claudio asks.

Breeze and Matt throw him identical exasperated looks, then return to their conversation.

“Of course I have a white suit,” Breeze says, scoffing. “But I think we might want to go for my pastel green. I can have a friend overnight it so it’s here by 10am tomorrow.”

“What – what?” Mox is beginning to get dizzy. “Seriously, what?”

Matt turns to him after throwing Breeze a smile that Mox hasn’t really seen from the other side before. “Breeze should debut at Revolution,” he says. “I know it’s soon, and we still have to get approval from Tony, but he’s always much more receptive to my ideas when I already have a plan.”

“That’s not him being receptive,” Mox says, lowering himself into a chair. “That’s him being afraid of you when you hit your batshit crazy levels.”

Matt shrugs. “Tomato, tomahto.” He checks his watch. “Oh! Breeze, we need to go talk to Tony now. If we don’t, he might not agree because its’ too ‘last minute’.” He says the last bit with finger quotes. Matt flounces up to Mox, wraps a hand around the back of his neck, and yanks him down for a kiss that’s more insistent and controlling than Mox remembers from him. “See you later, baby.”

Breeze kisses Claudio on the cheek before pushing through the door and following Matt.

“What,” Claudio says, watching them practically skip down the hallway, “was that?”

“Right?!” Mox says. “Claudio. Our boyfriends should never had been allowed to meet.” He grabs Claudio by the shoulders. “Claudio. This is a disaster.”

Claudio blinks. “Disaster? How?”

“They’re going to run this place with hair spray and sneakers,” Mox moans. “We’re going to be stuck listening to them bitch about everything all the time.”

Claudio shrugs, and Mox is losing faith that he’ll be able to impose the urgent need to stop this. “They’re entertained and productive, and not killing each other.” He shoulders Mox out of the way to watch Matt and Breeze knock on Tony’s door. “I consider this a positive.”

The next night, Breeze debuts to help Matt and Nick win the belts, and Mox watches backstage, covered in sweat from his own victory, with his jaw on the floor.

“I hate how well they work together,” he mumbles, eyes glued to the screen. “This is going to be horrible.”

“Come now, Jon, your boy has a belt again.” Claudio claps him on the shoulder. “He might calm down.”

“Nope,” Mox says, watching the Bucks and Breeze celebrate in the middle of the ring, then roll out to let Sting have his moment. “No, this is going to make things worse.”

Matt scampers off stage and launches into Mox’s arms, clocking him in the nose with the belt before wrapping his legs around Mox’s waist and kissing him.

“That was awesome!” he hears Breeze say behind him, and then he hears some slurping sounds.

Mox pulls away with one last kiss to Matt’s lips, to see Breeze and Claudio in the same sort of position.

“See?” Breeze says, casually held up by a smiling Claudio with one arm. Showoffs. “You didn’t need to panic so much, Mox. You have no faith in any of us.”

Matt looks at him, eyes giant. “You panicked? About what?”

Mox groans. “Get – no, it’s – Claudio, I’m going to kill your boyfriend later.” He sets Matt down. “You did great out there, baby. Congrats on the belt.”

“But what did you panic about?” Matt asks, poking Mox in the ribs. “Did you worry I’d, like, fall in love with Breeze?” His lips curve up. “Did you think we’d start kissing or something?”

“Not even a little,” Mox scoffs. “I thought you’d kill each other.”

“Really,” Matt says, and Mox doesn’t miss the way his eyes flicker to Breeze. He also doesn’t miss the way Breeze smirks in response.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Mox says, grabbing Matt around the waist and hauling him away. “No falling in love with another twink.”

As he hauls Matt away, he hears Claudio laugh and Breeze yell, “I’m a twunk!”

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banannabethchase · 4 months

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Should it inspire 3, i with any BCC pairing

Demigod(s)

3: "Watch what you say around the kid!", i: Demigods AU

"This is fucking bullshit," Mox says. "No. I don't believe it."

"It's true," Claudio says, shrugging.

"Nah." Mox shakes his head. "Nah, no, you can't - you aren't literally a Greek god. That's a joke we make."

"I'm not a Greek god," Claudio says, and Mox might kill him with how chill he is. "I'm the son of a Greek god. Apollo, specifically." He smiles. "God of - "

"I know what Apollo does," Mox snaps. "Jesus fucking Christ."

The door swings open, and Yuta walks in. He frowns. "What's with the vibe?"

"Claudio is literally a Greek god," Mox says. Claudio's eyes widen. "Oh, what? Like I'm not supposed to tell anyone now that I know you have literally cheated every time you've pinned me because you have superpowers!" He puts on his best imitation of Claudio's voice. "'Watch what you say around the kid!'"

"I assure you, I sound nothing like that," Claudio grumbles, folding his arms across his chest. "And you aren't in need of telling Yuta."

Mox raises an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Yuta grins. "Uh. Didn't know we were telling him today."

Mox feels his heart sink. "The fuck do you mean by 'we'?"

"Wheeler Yuta," Yuta says, and Mox hates what he's about to hear, "son of Ares."

Mox groans and throws himself on the floor. "Son of a fucking bitch."

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Say You Want Me (Don't Be Nice) - also on AO3

Matt's gone a little haywire with the experiments and has all but taken over Adam's "lab." Adam's not mean enough, so they bring in someone who can do the job.

Title from Unholy by Hey Violet. I uh. I don't know how this fic got so long either. It got a bit out of hand, but just be aware that Mox is consensually mean, Matt is horny, and Adam is fuck in love. Rated E for like sixteen reasons.

Matt yanks on Adam’s sleeve, which would be cute if it wasn’t the thirtieth time he’d done it in the past few seconds.

“Would you stop that?” Adam mutters. “I’ll talk to Mox. Keep your shit together until the meeting is over at least.”

“It’s not a meeting,” Matt corrects, getting all smarmy. “It’s a talent check in to make sure morale is up and everyone feels safe.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “And it’s mandatory.”

“Mental health and community are not voluntary!”

Adam slides his hand under Matt’s shirt and pinches the skin of Matt’s waist.

Matt yelps and looks up at Adam with wide eyes. “Doing that is dangerous.”

“Why?” Adam asks, grinning.

Matt sighs, shuffling a little bit away from Adam. Still in reach, but it would be dangerously obvious. Adam thinks that might be intentional, Matt being his little exhibitionist self. “Because I like it too much,” he mutters.

Adam throws his arm around Matt’s shoulders and kisses the top of his head, grinning. It’s taken him a while to remember that this, all this, truly is his this time. No questions, no jumping between Japan and the US, no disappointment when they’re in different promotions for the week.

“Come here,” Adam says, and he spins Matt so he can lean down and kiss him for real.

Matt sighs, looping his hands around his waist. Somebody wolf whistles.

Adam feels a flick to the back of his head and pulls back. “The fuck?”

“Get off my brother,” Nick grumbles.

Adam opens his mouth, grinning, and Nick flicks him again. “No!” he says. “Stop it!”

“How was flirting with Billy?” Matt asks, tucking his hair behind his ear with a smug smile.

“Eff off,” Nick says with an eye roll, but he’s definitely smiling, just a little bit.

They mill around a little, checking in with everyone. But Adam notes that Matt is intentionally ignoring going over to the BCC.

“Are you embarrassed about that time you got recklessly horny?” Adam mutters into his ear. “That time I made you wait?”

Matt shakes his shoulders. “No.”

“Are you lying?” Adam can’t fight his grin.

Matt doesn’t answer, but he’s smiling a little. “He’s talking to Yuta,” he finally says. “And Yuta…”

“You really just want to bang the entirety of Blackpool Combat Club, don’t you,” Adam sighs.

Matt opens his mouth, then tilts his head. “Would you say no to any of them?”

“We are not talking about me,” Adam says. “Come on. Let’s go say hi.”

Adam has to sling an arm around Matt’s waist to keep him from being all shy about it, but they get over to the BCC’s little clique of sex freaks. The conversation stops immediately.

“What do you want?” Claudio asks, frowning.

“They’re good, Swiss, breathe,” Mox says, patting Claudio on what Adam can only assume are rock hard abs. “What’s up, princess?”

Matt squeaks, the grabs Adam’s hand.

“Jesus,” Adam says with an eye roll.

“We’re getting a snack,” Yuta says, wrapping a hand around Claudio’s and Bryan’s biceps and yanking them in the other direction. “And, like, out of here.”

Matt doesn’t get any more normal with the privacy. Adam’s about to make fun of him about it when Mox speaks.

“What’s the deal?” he asks, a little grin on his face. He nods to Matt. “Your boy’s all twitchy.”

Adam sighs. “Yeah, because he’s nervous.” Adam leans in a little. “He got real into that suggestion from a few weeks back.”

“This is very ‘saw you across the room and liked your look’ or whatever it is,” Mox says, but he runs his thumb along his bottom lip, so Adam thinks they’re in the clear.

Matt nods, then flicks his eyes up to Adam.

“Come on, Mox,” Adam sighs. “You gotta know what we’re here to ask.”

“Are you asking me to fuck your boyfriend?” Mox asks. He glances between Matt and Adam, like he’s waiting for a punchline.”

“Technically, he’s asking you to fuck him,” Adam says, pointing at Matt with his thumb over his shoulder. “He’s just too shy to do it.”

Matt shrugs.

“How can I be sure you’re not trying to get me alone so you could kill me?”

“What?” Adam asks. “Dude. If I’d ever wanted to kill you, it would’a happened in the ring. Do you think I’m gonna shoot you or something?”

Mox shrugs, chomping on his gum. “I dunno, man. You southern boys. Never know when you’re packing.”

Matt snickers.

“That wasn’t a dick joke, Jackson. Keep it in your fuckin’ pants,” Mox snaps. But he’s smiling, and Matt’s pink, and Adam thinks this is going better than he could have planned. “But, sure. I’ll fuck that smile off his face.”

Matt makes a little yelp in the corner.

“What?” Mox asks. “Not what you want?” He turns to Adam, a bit bewildered. “Help me here, Cowboy, I thought he wanted me to fuck him up.”

“I do!” Matt says. “I – I do.” He takes a breath like he’s trying to steady himself. “I, um. I want you to be, like, really mean.”

Mox blinks, then flickers over to Adam.

“Don’t look at me,” Adam says, hands in the air. “I try to be mean but apparently I suck at it.”

“Yeah, because you love me,” Matt says, rolling his eyes.

“You make it sounds like that’s a bad thing,” Adam says, and he’s not able to hide his frown.

“No, it’s good!” Matt assures. “But I want Mox to be mean to me.” He bats his eyelashes toward Mox, turning on all his charm. “You can barely stand me.”

Mox opens his mouth then closes it. “Son of a bitch, you’ve got a point.”

“So, Mox will be mean to me,” Matt says, lighting up. “Like, real mean. Then Adam can step in and be cute and nice.”

“What he’s trying to say is he wants you to fuck him and not let him come,” Adam clarifies.

“I wish I had a moral compass,” Mox says, his smile more of a show of teeth. “Oh, Young Buck.” He flickers a glance over at Adam who nods once. Mox crowds into Matt’s space until he’s pressed up against the wall. Even from a few feet away, Adam can see Matt’s breathing hitch. “I’m gonna wreck you.”

Matt’s exhale is slow and measured as he glances up to Mox’s face. “Okay,” he sighs.

Mox steps back. “We gotta talk more when Fuck Me Barbie over here isn’t pitching a tent in his pants at a work event.”

Adam snorts. “Come on, Mox. You know as well as almost anybody here that that’s not new.”

Mox laughs, and Adam pretends he’s not into it. “Yeah, that’s fair. I ever tell you about the time me and Bryan got caught in the venue gym?”

Adam shakes his head. “No. No, you have not.” He’s about to ask for details when Tony claps his hands and announces they’re all free to go.

“I’ll check in with the two of you,” he chucks Matt under the chin, “later.” He winks at Adam, who rolls his eyes in response.

Once they’re back in the Elite locker room, Matt grabs Adam’s hand and yanks him toward the bathroom.

“I need a dick somewhere in me before I explode,” he says, so serious Adam has to fight from laughing. “Right now.”

“Yeah, I know,” Adam says, undoing his belt. “That one conversation hit, like, sixty percent of your kinks in about three seconds.”

Matt’s not doing a good job of looking or acting normal, as he’s licking his lips while Adam unbuttons his pants.

“I’m gonna blow you now,” Matt says, dropping to his knees. He blinks up at Adam. “If that’s okay?”

“Jesus,” Adam says, leaning back against the door so it shuts. “If I ever say no to that, shoot me.”

Matt’s energy is off the walls when they get into Starbucks the next Saturday morning. He’s too wired already from excitement, so Adam covertly orders a decaf and shoves it in his hands before he can see the label.

“He’s going to come, right?” Matt asks, brow furrowed as he sucks down the hot coffee. Adam briefly wonders if his entire mouth is burned scar tissue with how fast he chugs. “He’s not going to bail?”

Adam slides into a chair against the wall, something that may have been a booth space prior to a redesign, and pulls out the one next to him. Matt sits, still frowning. “If he does, I’ll take care of you nice and good tonight.” He pulls Matt in and kisses his temple. “Don’t worry, baby.”

Matt wiggles in his seat, pouting like a monster. “Yeah, but you’re not mean.” He slumps, dropping his chin in his hands as he rests his elbows on the table. “I want mean.”

Adam rubs his back, because he really doesn’t know what else to do. “He’ll be here,” he murmurs. “If he stands you up, I’ll kill him. Simple as that.”

They don’t have to worry much longer – in the middle of another giant swig of coffee from Matt, Mox walks in, hips first, and Adam is surprised at how excited he is to see him.

“Mox!” Matt says, waving his arm.

“I can see you, princess,” Mox laughs. “Gimme a sec.” He gets to the counter for his coffee, and Matt is bouncing.

“Yeah, you’re not desperate for it at all,” Adam says with a grin.

“Shut up,” Matt grumbles. “This is your fault.”

“What – how?!”

Before their bickering can really escalate, though, Mox is throwing himself into the chair across from them.

“Hey, douchebags.” He sips his coffee. “So. Talk to me.”

They go over everything. Matt talks a mile a minute, lining up every single thing he’s been thinking about. Adam has to squeeze his thigh from time to time when his volume escalates, because the phrase, “Use me like a fleshlight,” really doesn’t need to be heard by random Starbucks customers on their morning commute.

“Condoms?” Mox asks, leaning back and sipping his coffee. It’s how he’s been rolling with this the whole time – single word questions, leading to a novel’s worth of response from Matt.

Matt glances up at Adam.

“It’s all up to you, baby,” he says. “I seem to remember a specific part of your plan involving a lack of condom.”

“Is – are you okay with that?” Matt asks. “I don’t know if – I don’t want you to feel…”

Adam kisses his forehead. “You want me to say I’m into it, don’t you.”

Matt shrugs. “I mean, yeah.”

“What, exactly, is this part?”

Matt, unsurprisingly, lines it up for Mox and Adam, the specific details enough to make Adam blush. Mox’s eyebrows raise, the first indication the whole morning that he’s surprised by something.

“Alright then,” he says, a little laughter behind his tone. “No condoms.”

“And, Adam?” Matt asks. He blinks.

“Yeah, I – I’m more into it than I want to admit.” He tries to fight the blush on his cheeks. “Definitely here for that idea.”

The conversation shifts a little, going over the matches for the night, and Adam finds it strangely easy. Mox is funny, which he knew, but he’s insightful and clever in ways Adam didn’t expect from a guy who likes to bleed so much.

He’s mid-sentence when his phone, an ancient brick of a thing, buzzes. “Aw, fuck.” He sighs. “That’s Tony. He wants me to go over a match with some of the younger kids. Billie specifically requested me.” His smile is proud, almost parental, and Adam is kind of sick of being surprised by Jon Moxley. “I’ll see you boys at the venue.” He nods at Adam and winks over at Matt. “Don’t get yourself too worked up there, Matt. Good toys wait until they’re told.”

“Oh my god,” Matt says, and he’s bright red in seconds.

Adam laughs so hard he cries.

Like always, Matt is glued to Adam the whole night. They don’t have any matches or runins, just backstage work, so at least this time it’s tolerable to have a little koala attached to his sides.

“Adam,” Matt whines. “How much longer?”

“Mox has a thing with the BCC at the end of the night,” Adam mumbles. “And quiet down, okay? I don’t want people knowing our business.”

Kenny looks up at them. “Really. You’re – that’s what you’re going with, two weeks removed from me walking in on the two of you going at it in our bathroom.”

Matt shrugs and tosses his hair over his shoulders. “That’s rather hoity toity from a guy who was caught on film getting railed by Kota at WrestleDream.”

Adam does a literal spit take, spewing his seltzer everywhere. “And you didn’t share this with me because…?!”

“He swore me to secrecy, but all bets are off now.” Matt tilts his head, at the highest level of bitchiness Adam’s seen him, and Adam laughs.

“Fuck off,” Kenny says, blushing bright pink. “We hadn’t seen each other in days, okay?”

“You’re just lucky I caught that video and not Tony,” Matt replies. He sighs, beaming. “I’m such a good friend.”

Adam snorts. “And humble.”

Matt throws his empty water bottle at Adam, and then Kenny yells at them for being in the way, and it takes Nick smacking them both upside the head for them to keep everything under control.

“And people think I’m the weird one,” Nick says shaking his head.

It’s finally time to get back to the hotel, and Adam can feel the excitement coming off of Matt in waves as they leave the venue.

“He’s gonna show up, right?” Matt asks. Adam stopped keeping count of how many times he’d asked about two hours ago.

“Okay, from now on?” Adam says, pulling open the door to the rental car. “Every time you ask, that’s another minute you have to wait before I let you –”

“Shutting up now,” Matt mutters, but he slides into the passenger seat with flushed cheeks and a smile.

Matt spends thirty minutes in the shower while Adam’s reading up on some current events, and he can hear the shower shut off when there’s a knock on the door.

“Babe,” Adam calls, “I think Mox is here.”

“Tell him to wait!” Matt half shrieks, but Adam goes to open the door anyway.

He’s annoyed at how good Mox looks as he opens the door, casual and cozy in a BCC longsleeve shirt and a pair of sinfully tight jeans.

“Hey,” Adam says, pretending to be cool about this.

Mox nods. “Where’s the princess?”

“Matt’s in the shower,” Adam says, stepping to the side. “C’mon in. We got some of those athletic brew cans in the fridge, if you want some.”

“I’m good,” Mox says. He throws himself into the chair across the room. “Think I should hide and jump out to scare Matt or something?”

Adam scoffs, with the sudden urge to pull his hoodie off over his head. He does it before thinking about it, and tosses it to the side to see Mox staring at him. “No. That might give him a fear boner, and I don’t want to have to dress up like Freddy Krueger or anything to get him off.”

Mox’s laugh is a little faint. “Yeah, I get that.” He licks his lips. “So, I know we talked a lot about what Matt wants, but is there anything you’re looking forward to?”

Adam shrugs. “I like seeing Matt get what he wants, you know?”

“Jesus, you two are sickening.” He grins, shaking his head. “Get over here. I got an idea that’ll give all three of us a little fun.”

Adam’s hesitant at first, but he walks over to Mox only to get yanked down into his lap.

“This chair is kinda small for this,” Adam says, and he doesn’t know why.

“Breathe,” Mox says. “You’re allowed to have a little fun, too.”

Adam nods, and leans in. Mox tugs the elastic out of Adam’s hair as he pulls him in, kissing Adam with an intention that couldn’t have been predicted. Adam gives back, deepening the kiss, a hand on the side of Mox’s neck. It’s good. He hasn’t kissed somebody his size in a while, hasn’t kissed somebody without long flowy hair, hasn’t kissed anybody not Matt in long enough that he almost forgets how to do it.

It's not until he hears a cleared through that he pulls back. Mox’s fingertips had found their way into the waistband of Adam’s sweats at some point, and he misses the heat of them as he turns.

“Hey!” he says. “Mox is here.”

Matt’s eyes gleam with excitement as he bites back a grin. “I can see that.” He licks his lips. “You two can keep going.” He sits down primly on the bed.

“Nah,” Mox says, patting Adam on the ass. “We got a plan, right?”

Adam sighs, but he swings a leg off. “He’s got a point, Matty. You want mean, right?”

Matt nods. “Are – we starting?”

“Just want to go over everything first,” Mox says. He looks disturbingly comfortable but, more importantly, disturbingly in place in their hotel room, legs splayed and hands behind his head.

“Matt?” Adam asks. “Anything new? Questions?”

Matt shakes his head. “Everything’s the same.” He looks over at Mox. “You’re – you’re going to be super mean.” He shivers. “As mean as you can get, and then Adam will be…Adam.”

Adam sighs. “You’re ruining my attempts at looking like a badass by making my name synonymous with nice, baby.”

Matt shrugs. “Then be meaner.” He sits on the bed and drops the towel to the floor, and Adam’s struck momentarily brainless at the sight of Matt, wet and shining and oh so perfect.

“I think I screwed myself,” Adam laughs. “I gotta wait to touch you when you look like that.”

Mox throws him a grin and stands, pushing Adam into the chair. “Enjoy the show, Cowboy.” He pulls his hoodie off over his head as he walks up to Matt. “Gonna kiss you now, normal, okay?” He flicks his eyes at Adam. “Give you a taste.”

Matt nods, and then Mox’s hand is threaded through his still damp hair, angling his head to kiss him. Adam’s hard as a rock in seconds, the sight of the two of them more than he’d been expecting to feel. He squirms in the chair, too hot and too worked up. He pulls his shirt off over his head. It doesn’t help.

The kiss lasts for ages, but he does notice that Matt’s not doing the little sigh he always does with Adam. He lets himself feel a bit smug about that.

Mox pulls back and presses another, sweet kiss to Matt’s lips. “You good?” Mox asks Matt, then turns to Adam. “Everybody good? This is happening?”

Matt nods. “Yes. Good. I’m good.”

Adam and Mox snort at the same time.

“Okay, I know why I’m being a prick about it,” Mox says, “but Adam, you’re supposed to be the nice one.”

“Sometimes being nice is admitting when your boyfriend is a bit of a bitch,” Adam says. He shrugs, leaning back in the chair and crossing his legs. “It’s part of his charm.”

Matt tosses his hair over his shoulder. “That’s what I always say.” He takes a deep breath then levels Mox with the kind of boo boo eyes that usually send Adam ass deep into an eBay battle over shoes.

Mox scoffs. “Jesus. You think those eyes’ll work to get you off?” There’s a glint behind his smile Adam hasn’t seen since their death match. “Nah, princess.” He grabs Matt by the jaw and pulls. Matt has no option but to turn to him. Before Mox pushes him onto the bed, though, the two of them turn to Adam, a silent checkin.

Adam nods once, winking at Matt. He smiles back.

Mox throws Matt on the bed. “You really want it so bad you’re good with not coming?” Matt nods fervently. “Jesus.” He glances over at Adam, who picks up the hint.

“Yeah,” Adam sighs. “He’s a lot to handle. So desperate all the time. Sometimes I wonder if I should rent him out to get it out of his system.” He nods over to Mox. “Kinda a pilot for that idea.”

Matt makes the kind of sound that goes straight to Adam’s dick, a whine that bodes incredibly well for all three of them. His head drops to the side, eyes on Adam for the briefest of seconds. Mox grabs his face and turns him to look into Mox’s blue eyes. “You look at me, princess. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”

Adam fights a snicker at the way Matt’s entire body shivers then goes limp.

“Wh-what do you want to do to me?” Matt asks, blinking up.

“Whatever I want,” Mox growls.

Adam has the impulse to make Mox say it clearly, to make sure they all hear it. But then he remembers the conversation in Starbucks. Everybody in here knows everybody’s safe word. Everybody in here knows when too far is too far, and how to say so.

So he stays silent and watches.

“Okay,” Matt whimpers. “I – okay.”

Mox pins him to the bed by the neck, his other hand at Matt’s hip. “You gonna be good?” he asks. “You gonna do what you’re told and take it like a good little toy?”

Matt nods. “I – whatever you want.” He drops his hands, palm down, on the bed. Adam thinks he’s trying to prove he’s not going to do anything he’s not allowed to, which is almost impressive. “Adam’s okay with anything.”

Adam’s not, is the thing, but they already went over that. So Adam holds back the response, the possessive beast inside of him

Matt bites his lip, then glances over at Adam. “Adam, I, um.” He flames bright red.

“Nah,” Mox says. He grabs Matt’s jaw. “You talk to me.”

Matt nods, chest heaving. “I – okay, don’t be mad.”

“Mad?” Mox asks. “The fuck did you do?”

Matt bites his lip. “Look.” He rolls over and presents his ass up, and Mox’s jaw drops. Adam knows Mox well enough to know that’s not fake surprise, not an act. He shakes his head a little, then the cruel smile comes back.

“Fucking whore,” Mox laughs. “Opened yourself up in the shower while your goddamned boyfriend waited outside without knowing?” He smacks Matt’s ass, then palms it, earning a whine from Matt. Adam palms his own dick. He’s been the recipient of that particular surprise before, and it never gets old. “Opened yourself up on your own fingers. Bet it wasn’t as good as a dick, huh?”

“Wasn’t,” Matt mumbles, face turned to lock eyes with Adam. “Wanted – wanted Adam, but I knew I had to wait.”

“Look at you,” Mox says, and he catches the lube Adam tosses to him. He drips lube over his fingers and Matt’s ass, and shoves two in without much resistance. Matt moans, eyes fluttering shut in a smile. “Couldn’t fucking wait. Desperate hole, that’s all you are.” He pumps in and out a few times, enough to stretch Matt, and Adam knows another finger would do him good. But he says nothing.

Somehow, he trusts Mox.

“Yeah,” Mox says, voice a little thick. He traces another finger around Matt’s rim, then plunges it in. “God, you take it so good. Pretty little thing.” He glances over at Adam. “Should have invited me to use him sooner, Cowboy. Clearly he can’t get enough.”

Matt whimpers, pushing back against Mox.

“You can fuck him now,” Adam says, gripping his own cock through his sweatpants. He knows he needs to keep his shit together, can’t lose it now. But god, is it hard. “Give it to him good.” He locks eyes with Matt. “Use him like a fleshlight.”

Matt giggles, but it slowly turns into a desperate moan as Mox twists his fingers and pulls them out to slick up his cock. He shoves his jeans down his hips gracelessly, and kicks them somewhere in the room. He slicks up his cock, head tilted back. Adam swallows. Hard.

“Matt?” Mox asks, tone different.

“Get in me,” Matt demands, trademark bitchiness shifting the scene. He shuffles his hips back as he locks eyes with Adam. “F-fuck me up.”

Adam’s eyes shoot up at the swear coming from Matt’s lips, but he doesn’t have enough time to be shocked. Mox laughs darkly. “Gonna fuck you so you’re used up,” Mox growls, shoving his dick into Matt so insistently it looks like it has to hurt, but Matt’s got this transcendent little half smile on his face. “Little fuck toy, you’re not worth much else, are you?” He pounds in, nails gripping into Matt’s hip as Matt’s eyes roll back and his mouth goes slack. “Good for a hole. Should leave you here, let the whole roster have a go. Maybe then you’ll stop being such a slut.” He puts his hand on the back of Matt’s neck and shoves him into the pillows.

Adam flashes his eyes toward Mox when Matt doesn’t respond, when he bites his lip. Mox freezes, and then Matt says, “All the way in green, Adam.” Mox lets up for a second so Matt can turn to Adam. “I’m good. If you’re not, we can -”

Adam relaxes back into the chair. “No, I’m good,” he exhales. “I – just needed to know you are.”

Mox loses his attitude for a second, the persona, and shoots Adam the gentlest smile he thinks Mox is capable of. “I promise, man. Nothing other than what we talked about, and nothing other than what he wants.”

Adam nods. But he folds more up into his chair than before.

“Good?” Matt asks Mox, then looks to Adam.

Adam gives a thumbs up and Mox nods.

Mox snaps back into it immediately, something that should be startling. But it helps. It reminds Adam this is all an act.

Matt slides his hand down to his dick and Mox bats it away, pinning it up near Matt’s ear. “Toys don’t get to touch their dicks,” Mox growls. “Shut up, stay there, and take it, and maybe I let your Cowboy come back over afterward.”

“Okay,” Matt pants. “You – whatever you want.”

Mox’s grin is all teeth, no praise and all satisfaction. “Good little toy.”

Matt’s whimper is delighted enough for Adam to relax all the way back into the chair as Mox fucks him without mercy. He leans his mouth down against Matt’s neck and does something that makes Matt cry out.

“Shut up,” Mox says, and Adam thinks he sees a flash of teeth as he bites at Matt’s neck. Matt’s eyes roll back up into his head and his hips buck. “Gonna come inside you,” Mox murmurs, rhythm getting a little erratic. “Gonna fill you up, maybe then you can ask your boy to get you off.” He laughs a little cruel. “Use my come leaking out of you as lube. Save a little money.”

“Please,” Matt gasps as Mox picks up the pace. His hands have moved to Matt’s hips, an iron grip as he plants his feet firmly on the ground and fucks into Matt.

“Toys don’t talk,” Mox snaps. He shifts back, yanking Matt back on his dick, and Matt lets out a desperate, aching whine. His hands twitch like he’s about to reach for his dick but he fists them in the sheets instead.

“Good boy,” Adam murmurs from the side.

Mox scoffs. “Good boy.” He shakes his head as he fucks harder, the grip on Matt’s thigh immovable. “Yeah right. Only way this bitch could be good is if you tied him up and put a gag in his mouth.”

Adam’s eyebrows raise, and he’s ready to pounce before he remembers this is the whole damned point.

Matt nods. “Yeah,” he says. “Maybe if you – yeah, you could do that.”

Mox laughs and shakes his head. “Little slut’ll do anything to get railed.” He grunts a few times, intent written in the furrow of his brow, and straight up growls as he comes, hips pressed flush against Matt’s ass.

Matt mewls, and Mox catches his hands become he can reach for his dick. “Not,” Mox grunts, “done.” He rolls his hips through the last of it all, eyes fluttering closed, and Adam is struck with the thought that Mox is pretty, too. Just in a different way.

Then, quick as he’d pushed in, Mox pulls out and lets go of Matt, letting him drop to the mattress.

“All yours,” he says with his usual swagger, but Adam notes the mild shake in his legs. They trade spaces as Adam walks over to Matt. Gently, he turns Matt over to his back.

“Oh, baby,” Adam says, as sweetly as he can. “Look at you.”

“Adam,” Matt sobs. “Adam, please.” There’s tears on his cheeks, but he’s still kind of smiling. “I want – I need to –”

“Shh.” Adam leans in and kisses Matt’s forehead. “You look beautiful. Are you okay?”

“I’m – I need –”

“You will.” Adam kisses him deep, long enough to get Matt whimpering, then runs his fingers through the mess around Matt’s hole. He slides two fingers in smoothly, no resistance. “Oh, Matty. He made such a mess of you.”

Matt’s mouth is open, a throaty sound coming out of him. “Y-yeah,” he whines. “Adam, please don’t make me wait.”

Adam, who’s been hard since this all started and is probably about to lose it, doesn’t plan to. “Can I fuck you, baby?” he asks, twisting his fingers inside of Matt.

“Yes,” Matt sobs. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Adam pulls his fingers out to slick up his cock with – Jesus Christ – Mox’s come.

“You’re treating him too good, Cowboy,” Mox calls from the balcony. Matt and Adam glance over at him, where he’s smoking a cigarette and watching them intently.

“He deserves it,” Adam says gently. He pushes into Matt slowly. “You take it so well. So pretty when I’m fucking you.”

“Can I…?” Matt reaches toward his cock.

“I got it, baby,” Adam says, and he takes his already slick hand and wraps it around Matt. The sound that comes out of him is gorgeous, something Adam wants to save in his memory for the rest of his life, and Adam can’t help himself from fucking into Matt desperately.

“Oh, thank god,” Matt whimpers. His hips work in weak little circles, so Adam does it for him, jerking Matt’s cock with the same pace as his thrusts, until Matt is panting his name, open mouthed.

“Love you,” Adam says, because he never can resist. “Fucking Christ, Matty, I love you so – god.”

Like a stupid movie, the two of them come at the same time, each other’s names on their lips.

Adam slumps down, pressing his forehead to Matt’s. “Oh, my god,” he mumbles. “Shit. You looked so fucking pretty, baby.”

Matt giggles. “That was awesome. You should have seen your face a few times.” He shivers. “I’ve never seen you look at me that way.”

Adam pulls back. “What way?”

Matt bites his lip. “Like you owned me and wanted to prove it.”

“He’s right,” Mox calls. “It was pretty hot.”

Adam laughs and pulls out of Matt, slowly. “We’re gonna have to burn these sheets.”

“Worth it,” Matt says. He glances over to Mox. “Thanks, Mox. You – that was perfect.”

Mox nods. “I don’t want to say any time, but…” He shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.

Adam peppers some kisses across Matt’s face and brushes away the last lingering tears. “He made you cry,” he chuckles. “Should kick his ass for that.”

“Not when I asked him to do it.”

There’s a little silence as Adam and Matt catch their breath.

“You guys want water?” Mox asks, flicking his cigarette and stomping it out. “Everybody okay?”

“This is the best day of my life,” Matt says, eyes staring up at the ceiling. His smile is almost absent, like it’s automatic and he doesn’t know it’s there. “Mox, you’re allowed to fuck me mean whenever you want.”

“Hey!” Adam laughs, poking Matt’s side.

“Whenever he wants, too,” Matt adds. “Open invitation.”

“Okay, well,” Adam says, splaying a hand across Matt’s abs. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

Matt’s entire body shivers. “You can’t say things like that without warning.” He’s breathless, and Adam looks down to see his dick make the tiniest twitch.

Adam throws his head back against the pillows and laughs. “That renting you out thing was a spur of the moment, but sure. We could play that game.”

Matt giggles and rolls over, pressing his face into Adam’s chest. Adam locks eyes with Mox, who walks over and sits on the bed. He’s got distance between himself and Adam’s leg, like he’s not sure if he can touch. Like he’s not sure his role.

“Mox, you want to cuddle?” Adam asks. He shoves Matt over and pats the bed next to him. “Come on over.”

“I mean, if you want to,” Mox grumbles, but Adam doesn’t miss the relief in his eyes. He expects Mox to yank him in, but instead he mirrors Matt, dropping his head to Adam’s chest.

All three of them are sticky, sweaty, and blissed out. Adam’s pretty sure he’d fall asleep if it weren’t for the way Matt’s fingers tap on his stomach.

“What’re you doing?” Mox asks, poking at Matt’s fingers. He looks up at Adam. “Why’s he playing piano on you?”

“Just a thing he does,” Adam replies. He buries his face in Matt’s hair, breathing in. “You’re just as fidgety as he is. Usually with, like, barbed wire or something though.”

Mox laughs. “You’re right.” He rolls over a little, grabbing water bottles. “Drink.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Adam mumbles, but he takes it anyway. “That’s what you do to him.”

Matt mumbles something in affirmation, taking the bottle and downing it in a few long gulps.

“Jesus, dude, slow down,” Mox says.

“He guzzles everything like that,” Adam says, rolling his eyes.

Mox snickers. “Everything?”

“That wasn’t a sex joke!” Adam says.

It’s almost too comfortable, the three of them. They chat and drink water, shuffling and adjusting in the bed, until Mox starts yawning.

“I gotta get back to my own room,” he says, finishing off his bottle of water. “Yoots’ll start texting me panicked.”

“Y’all share a room?” Adam asks.

Mox nods. “Sort of. All of BCC has one of those connected suites, you know?” He grins, a little sharkish. “In case anybody needs cuddles in the middle of the night.”

“I understand that,” Matt mumbles, face squished into Adam’s chest. He lifts his head up. “Hey, um. Can I kiss you?”

Adam looks over at Mox, who blinks. “Really?”

Matt nods. “I mean, we didn’t kiss for real or anything.” He turns on the eyes, but this time. This time, it seems to work.

Matt leans over and kisses Mox across Adam’s body, which is interesting in a way Adam wants to explore in the future. They pull apart.

“You want one too, Cowboy?” Mox asks, rubbing at his lower lip with his thumb.

Adam leans in, and the kiss is…too good. Mox is gentler than he’d expected, almost sweet, letting him take the lead of where it goes. When he pulls back, his eyes are soft.

“Well,” he says, shaking his head a little as he stands up. “That was fuckin’ rad. Call me if you ever want to do it again.” He blows a kiss at Matt, winks at Adam, and pulls his clothes on.

“We will!” Matt says, and it’s eager. It’s almost too eager. Adam kisses his forehead.

“You want a shower or anything?” Adam says, thumbing toward the bathroom.

“Nah. Got worse stuff on my clothes. I can shower back at mine.” He slides on his boots. “You two have my number.”

And the door closes behind him.

“Adam,” Matt says, drawing out the syllables. “Adam, that was amazing.”

“I could tell you liked it.” Adam sits up, and Matt flops into the space where he’d been laying. “Get up, baby, we gotta go shower.”

“Don’t wanna,” comes Matt’s muffled voice. “I wanna live in this moment forever.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a song lyric.” Adam wraps his arms around Matt’s waist and hauls him up, dropping him on the floor. Matt looks up with him with a high level pout.

“Mean,” he says. He’s still smiling, though. “Fine, though. Shower.”

Adam gently cleans Matt all over, his hair, his body. Matt whimpers, in a decidedly not pained way, when Adam rinses off his hole.

“No, baby,” Adam murmurs, pressing a kiss to Matt’s shoulder. “Not again. You need to rest.”

“But –”

“Nope,” Adam says, rinsing him off one more time. “We’re going to sleep. It’s late.”

Matt sighs, long suffering. “Okay.” He steps out of the shower to give Adam a chance to rinse out his hair.

Matt’s staring in the mirror, pouting, when Adam leaves the shower.

“What’s up?” he asks, arms around Matt’s waist. “You okay? No freakouts?”

Matt shakes his head and angles his neck.

“Holy fuck,” Adam laughs, leaning down to kiss the blooming blue-purple bruise. Matt whines, but doesn’t pull away. “He really did a number on you, baby.”

“I know!” Matt says. He turns around and presses his face to Adam’s chest. “I have a problem, though. I think I wanna do it again.”

“Oh?” Adam says, pressing a kiss to Matt’s forehead. “You do, huh?”

Matt nods, still speaking into Adam’s skin. He’d mention that this is akin to motorboating, but he’s not sure now’s the time for jokes. “I have another thing I want to try.” He pulls back, turning on the ultimate boo boo eyes. “And, um. I want to ask Mox.”

“Sure,” Adam says. “Of course. I’d like to be there, though.”

“Oh,” Matt says, grin so sinful it makes Adam want to apologize to somebody, “you’d have to be there.”

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