#Adam Orton

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

Wrestling lore is really funny to explain to non-wrestling people, mainly because you have to suspend your disbelief much more than you would do for stuff like anime or superhero fiction. Think of it like this; it’s normal for a shonen anime protagonist or a superhero to demonstrate they have superpowers usually because it’s established early on. That also goes for other parts of the lore, such as the world-building, the MacGuffins, and the history of that world.

But in wrestling, characters and storylines change all the time and are ongoing (I’ve seen the term “longform storytelling” used). So you end up with HUGE leaps in logic, such as:

1) There’s a supernatural being from hell who temporarily became a biker gang member, and then went back to being a supernatural being from hell

2) There’s a male model who gave out grooming tips who eventually evolved into Captain America/Homelander.

3) Triple H committed burglary on camera. He invaded Randy Orton’s home, beat him up, destroyed some of his property, and then threw Orton out the window. But it’s all fine because he’s the good guy, so he’s still employed by the WWE.

4) Dominik Mysterio is beefing with his dad, who literally fought for child custody of him in a wrestling match. Keep that in mind anytime you see Dominik not getting along with Rey.

5) Edge got sent to hell, but is okay now.

6) CM Punk was once a cult leader, but stopped doing that after he lost his hair. Then he became the opposite, as in he turned into an anti-authority rebel.

7) A lot of wrestlers, such as Sheamus and Shawn Spears, apparently used to work at WWE as background staff/security guards.

8) Real life famous music artist Bad Bunny is part of the lore and he actually beat a world champion (Damian Priest) in a match. And I don’t mean Bad Bunny is playing a character. In the WWE lore, Bad Bunny is playing himself.

(Feel free to add on any other leaps in logic from pro-wrestling)

[r-truth]

when you rko your new general manager totally by accident. totally

[cigaretteslutz]

cigaretteslutz' masterlists

hi hi hello! this is my collection of writing organized into one spot so that you don't have to search around for my works! under this you will find my rules for requests, and the different things you can request. (im not the best at this so pls be nice)

rules;

things i will NOT write: pee/scat/puke, abortion/forced abortion/miscarriages, things with no consent, addiction, actual wrestlers fucking each other (unless its a 3some with the reader but other then that no), things featuring age play/little space, incest/step-cest. if you request any of these you're blocked.

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wwe: austin theory brie bella cm punk cody rhodes cora jade damien priest dominik mysterio drew mcintyre finn balor grayson waller jade cargill john cena la knight liv morgan logan paul maryse miz nikki bella randy orton rhea ripley ridge holland roman reigns seth rollins aew: alicia atout (my friend held a gun to my head and forced me to add her. you know who you are) adam cole adam copeland adam page bryan danielson buddy matthews claudio castagnoli darby allin hook jay white kenny omega kyle o'reilly mjf orange cassidy sammy guevara saraya tay melo wardlow

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[fiskers7136]

So I have decided to start writing! These are some of my ideas I have, I need help deciding which one to write first. If you have other requests please let me know! Sorry this was all done on my phone

Song Fanfic ideas

Last night- Morgan wallen- Adam page (they break up after a night of drinking and then get back together after agreeing to get sober)

Imgonnagetyouback Taylor swift- mjf (she doesn’t know if she wants to kick his ass or be with him)

After we broke up- David J- Jack Perry (he broke up with her after the incident with punk)

Just give me a reason- Pink- Cody Rhodes (Cody and her were together before he left WWE and he wants to get back with her when she returns)

Does he know? One direction- Randy orton (been best friends for ever, she breaks up with her bf for Randy)

You look like I need a drink- Justin Moore- Chuck Taylor (Chuck just got dumped and goes to reader)

Highs & Lows- Alexander Jean - Jon Moxley (how opposites attract)

Club- Kelsea Ballerini- Kenny omega (she turns down her friend going to the club to stay with Kenny)

One number away Luke Combs- Rhea Ripley (broke up but getting back together)

So high school-Taylor Swift- Dominic mysterio (high school sweethearts)

[mrawkweird]

Pearce is pissed because he knows Heyman about to fuck around and seal the deal for Smackdown.

[rheasbrvtality]

adam pearce getting rko is very deserved

[magnoliacharmed]

be not afraid

(photo originally posted by @ringer04 - link here)

18+, Edge x Randy Orton one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: Declarations of love, crying during sex, fluff/smut, creampue

Word count: 1468

Summary:

Edge tells Randy he loves him, then shows him just how much he does.

It’s another day and another practice session in the ring. Edge and Randy are finishing up a run with John Cena and Shawn Michaels for an upcoming pay-per-view show. Everyone is pouring sweat, not only from the exertion of the match but the fact that it’s a million degrees outside and on top of that, the arena’s AC unit is busted. The practice goes smoothly enough with Edge practically beaming with admiration at Randy’s performance. His partner was only getting better with time. 

Edge watches Randy as he wipes his drenched face off with a towel. It’s a simple movement, one that usually wouldn’t call any attention to itself. Edge is a man possessed though, so anything his partner does makes his heart swell (along with his dick-- whoops). 

“Shawn still moves pretty well for an old man."

It's a cheap rib on Randy's part. Edge knows there's no vitriol behind it because he's seen Randy at his meanest, when his words bubble from somewhere evil and rarely shown to the light of day.

“Oh give him a break, he’s not that old.” 

“Elderly. Ancient. Decrepit. He’s been in the ring almost as long as I’ve been alive.”

"Decrepit, nice. Did you pull that one from your word-a-day calendar?" 

"Fuck off," Randy laughs, all smiles and sparkles in his eyes. Edge's heart skips a beat when he hears the joy in Randy's voice.

Randy climbs back in the ring, back turned away from Edge to look at the Titantron. The production team is cycling through various entrances to make sure they’re working fine. This is the kind of stuff that catches Randy’s attention from time to time; he’ll stop what he’s doing and just focus, even if whatever he’s focusing on is relatively mundane. The expression on his face steels, his eyes narrow, he’s on alert. Edge likes it when he gets like this, can see the future makings of a menace in the young man. 

Production has had to start Hulk Hogan’s entrance a few times. The music in his intro is busted. Randy turns away from the giant screen, bored with the shenanigans, to be faced with Edge racing towards him, spearing him flat on his back with a loud thud. 

“Jesus you really got me there,” Randy smiles wide. Edge smiles back at him, blinded by the sunny sight of him happy. He hopes to make him smile more often with their little inside jokes and ribs. 

“Always, Randy,” Edge runs a hand through his hair, cocking his head to the side. Fuck it, it was now or never. 

He startles himself with the force in which he grabs each side of Randy’s face. He has to hold onto him tight, really straddle his body to make sure he doesn’t run away. Randy’s expression shifts into something Edge has only seen one in a blue moon— he’s startled by the sudden passion. It’s adorable, he’s such a babyfaced boy with his sparkling eyes and pouty lips. Like a little cherub, Edge's sweet angel. Edge’s heartbeat thunders in his ears. God, what a feeling— love has never quite been this honest for him before. 

“I love you, Randy Orton. I can't imagine life without you.” 

“I— what?” 

Edge knew he was being a little much at the moment. He could be so intense in the way he showed affection. One of the makeup girls told him he's like that because he’s a Scorpio (whatever that means). 

“I said…” A kiss on Randy's forehead, soft and warm. “That…” Lips pressing against Randy’s, urgent and deep. “I. Love. You. I love you. I love—“

“Iloveyoutoo.”

Randy says the words in one big rush, slamming them all together like he was worried they were gonna float away. From the way his lashes flutter and his cock begins to get hard against the inside of Edge’s thigh, Edge knows he means it. And that he’s nervous as hell. 

“Maybe we should get out of here before I rip these little trunks right off you.”

Splotches of red dot Randy’s cheeks. Edge restrains himself from kissing them, knowing that once he gets started it’s hard for him to stop.

 

---

“Don’t run from me, baby. You’re being so good.”

Edge runs his hand through Randy’s hair, scratching his scalp lightly. It makes Randy shiver every time. When Randy chews on his bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly, Edge shakes his head. The man writhing around below would be the death of him. A slow, lazy pace is set by Edge's hips. Randy is so incredibly warm around him, it's hard to move any faster, even if he wanted to. No, the steady smooth glide of filling Randy up, then dragging himself out, feels like heaven on earth.   

“I wanna hear you.”

“No,” Randy whimpers, then clamps down his lips and clamps down his eyelids, seemingly overwhelmed. It’s nice to see him at a loss for words for once. 

“Please? For me, angel?”

Edge knows he's being syrupy sweet now, so unlike himself. He can't help but to beg, calling Randy cutesy names that he'd punch Edge out for in any other context. Randy seems to bring that side out of him.

"Again… call me that again…"

Randy's fingers tangle roughly into Edge's hair, his body lurching into his. He loves his hair; he's always grabbing at it when they fuck. This isn't fucking though, far from it. Randy always thought it was gross when older people used to say they were "making love"-- now he understands what they mean. To call this fucking debases it into something dirty, animalistic even. It's love, he thinks. Edge is showing him pure, unadulterated love.

"You're an angel Randy. You're my angel, I love you..." Edge chants, prayer occupying his broken voice. As badly as he wants to stick his tongue down Randy's throat, it's much too obscene for the moment. He instead restrains his unseemly instincts to give Randy what he truly deserves-- a kiss that's loaded with all of the words unsaid, the passion that he deeply feels for him.  Soft, but not necessarily gentle. Enough to make their heads spin, to make Randy reach down and touch himself.

"I love you too, fuck, I--"

It's divine intervention when they both come undone at the same time. Randy sobs when he releases, hot tears running down his immaculate cheekbones. When his face is all flushed and twisted up like this, he reminds Edge of a Greek statue, a testament to his beauty that he’s gorgeous under extreme emotions. Pure bliss captures Edge as he comes deep inside of Randy. He's the only one who's ever marked Randy in that way, intertwining them forever and ever. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I won’t tell anybody. Your secret’s safe with me,” Edge chuckles lightly in Randy’s ear, then nips it with his teeth. "Crybaby.”

Petulance returns to Randy in a crushing wave. Edge knows exactly what buttons to push to make him get all defensive. Even though he tries to seem upset that his vulnerabilities are being exposed, Edge sees relief too in him.

“I’m not a crybaby.” 

“Oh yeah? Then what do you call this?” With one swipe under Randy’s tear soaked eye, the pad of Edge’s thumb is completely wet. He holds it up to Randy to gauge his reaction. 

“Whatever,” Randy tries to cross his arms in annoyance. 

“Mm-hmm,” Edge sticks his thumb into his mouth while he digs his fingers into Randy’s hip, pressing him into the mattress and holding him there. His eyes shift down to look at the way Randy’s cock is already half hard again. It’s a valiant effort, a real boost to Edge’s ego. 

“You’re so weird,” Red splotches return to color Randy's cheeks.

It's unfair that Edge has to pull himself out of Randy, but he does so as slowly as possible. He's absolutely dying to see his work, his pièce de résistance …

"Oh, it's beautiful. Look at that."

"What? Are you looking at my asshole?"

"Of course I am."

Edge is mesmerized as his come streams out of Randy. It's moving down his crack, about to run onto the bedspread. With a lightning-fast swipe of his tongue up Randy's crack to against his hole, he cleans him up before Randy can even react fully.

"Fuck, you-- you almost put your tongue in there!" 

"Almost," Edge grins. "I can if you want me to." He flicks the tip of his tongue around the bunched up nerves of Randy's hole, tasting his own come.

Randy shudders, at full mast again. Would it really be so bad…? 

"Absolutely the fuck not, that's disgusting."

"Hmm okay, suit yourself then crybaby."

Edge moves away from Randy in a flash, narrowly avoiding being hit with one of the bed's heavy pillows.

[unintentionaloracle]

I wonder if Pearce delights in the fact that two of the guys Aldis snatched from him are 1) giving him headaches (KO) and 2) putting down preorders for RKO-ing him (Randy). Like "Nope, you wanted them, you can't return them until next draft."

[firemanbecksworld]

RKO TO PEARCE WHAT IS HAPPENING

[starrynite7114]

Hi everyone!

It’s been a while! Just want to say that I’ve missed you all and I’m excited to write more. Below are some of the characters I plan on posting for soon! And also some athletes.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Armando Aretas

Druig

Athletes:

Randy Orton

Sergio Ramos

Nacho Fernandez

Vince Dunn

Adam Larsson

We’ll see where this goes! But I’m excited that the writing bug is back!

[fletcherfluid]

I just KNOW the sex tape is out there somewhere

edit: added Zowens per @wrestlezaynia

[omegawhiskers]

NAME THIS TRIOS TAG TEAM!

[sixie-art]

i’ve doodled wrestlers on most of my folders at work now…too bad the tag teams are a little outdated now ;3;

[magnoliacharmed]

more, more, more

18+, Edge x Randy Orton one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: lace panties, vibrators, frottage, jealousy, biting, slight feminization, Randy realizes things

Word count: 3076

Summary:

Edge convinces Randy to try some new things.

“What do you think? Would they look good on Veronica?”

Edge held up a pair of lacy white panties with light pink trim and a tiny light pink bow right on the front. They were pretty, a classic design for a sweet and ladylike young woman. He raised his eyebrows and smiled widely with a naughty twinkle in his eye, mashing at his gum like he was so fond of doing. 

“Veronica thinks she’s innocent enough for those just because she’s blonde?” Randy took one glance at Edge’s smirk and rolled his eyes. He sure was getting a kick out of all this, the freak.

“I think she can be when she wants to, which as you know is very rarely.”

Edge tossed the underwear back into its little pile. Randy was really lame when he was embarrassed, it was annoying. He just couldn't get out of his own head.

“Well, what about these for Lauren? They seem like her style.”

Another pair in the same design, black with white trimming and a matching bow, was dangled in Randy’s face. He snatched them out of Edge’s hands and rubbed the lace between his fingers as discreetly as possible, liking the way they felt. They were nice, he had to admit. Cute but not cutesy. They'd probably make his ass look great…

“Hi, do you two need help with anything? Any recommendations for the women in your lives?”

A very eager, very enthusiastic saleswoman with dark brown hair bounded over to Randy and Edge. Her hands were behind her back, her chest puffed out to give her Bombshell bra and what held it some attention. Both men zeroed in on her cleavage and determined that she was a pretty good advertisement for the Victoria's Secret padding technology. 

“No sweetheart, we’re okay. Thanks though.”

Edge winked at her and like he expected, the girl giggled before turning away. It was enough to irritate Randy even more. It's not like he had any problems getting women-- by this point they were chasing him. It wasn't even enjoyable any more since they started appearing in his hotel room half naked or "accidentally" brushing against his crotch at the club. Edge was still having a good time being a flirt, whispering sweet nothings in their ear and leaving light touched across their backs until they went home with him for the night. When Randy was sipping at his drink as the ladies pawed at him in their private section, he let his eyes glaze over while Edge reveled in an abundance of female attention. He already knew how it felt to do the picking up; sometimes, when he was especially drunk, he wanted to know how it felt to be picked up by someone like Edge.

“Mmm,” Edge tilted his head and let his eyes rest on the saleswoman’s ass while she bent over to make extra-super-sure that her sneaker was tied tightly. 

“Is she hotter than Lauren?”

"Who, Little Miss Push-Up Bra over there? No way." 

Edge lowered his voice as he grabbed back the black and white underwear from Randy, who was looking weirdly upset. Fire burned blue in his eyes as his lips poked out, all pretty and kissable. Randy could be the cutest thing when he was angry. Edge loved upsetting him off just to see him pout and puff up his chest.

"Lauren has great tits and a nice waist that I hope she lets me see later. Plus she makes noises when she comes that get me hard to the point I can't think straight."

Oh, so this is what being chatted up by him felt like. Huh. The air of the tiny store weighed down Randy's lungs. 

"I don't think I've met anyone hotter than her, to be honest. Whenever she's not around, all I do is think about fucking her until she begs me to stop. I even think about her when I'm with other women." Edge said this with so much conviction that Randy blushed. They'd never done anything more than stare at each other while they masturbated in the same room. All those times Edge was thinking about him and not some rat he'd fucked in the past? How flattering.

The champions were starting to get funny looks from other customers. To be fair, they did look out of place. Two giant men in gaudy Affliction t-shirts staring at panties while thumping pop music played over the speakers? One frozen stiff, more turned than he'd ever been before in his life? The other looking as crazy as ever, ready to pounce on his prey? By this point they were obviously not trying to buy something for their girlfriends.

"Let's go get in line," Edge was all business now, tamping down his hard-on.  

“Okay. Wait, which pair did yo— Veronica choose?”

“Don’t worry about it. Whatever she chose, I promise you it very much fits her personality.”

“All this parading around you were doing and you already had an idea in mind for her?”

“Sure. She just wanted to weigh out her options. Also it was fun to see Lauren squirm around too."

"You piece of shit." Randy lunged forward as Edge brushed him off to head to the cashier.

---

“This is so embarrassing.”

Randy couldn't take his eyes off of himself in the mirror. Was he being punked? Was Edge running some kind of blackmail con job on him? Were there hidden cameras somewhere in the room? This had to be revenge for all of the many pranks Randy had pulled on him over the years.

No, he really was standing in a random hotel room in a pair of lace panties. Out of the many directions life could've taken him in, this was one of the last ones he expected.

“Don’t be dramatic, you look sexy. Oh, will wearing the belt make you feel better?”

Before Randy could answer, Edge was up and across the room to grab one of their tag team titles. He fastened it around Randy’s waist and patted the cold metal. 

“Huh. Now instead of being an idiot wearing women’s underwear, I’m an idiot wearing women’s underwear and a championship belt. Yeah, I feel a lot better now,” Randy huffed. So whiny. 

“You can be such a crybaby sometimes, geez. Here, I’ll put mine on too. Then at least we can be idiots together.”

Randy watched as Edge put on his own belt and surprisingly, he did feel a little less stupid. The gold of the title shined in the ugly hotel lighting, highlighting the nicely wrapped package Edge was sporting. He'd chosen a pair of panties that was very Him: black and red, barely enough fabric to be considered a thong. They barely contained his length, a drool-worthy sight for Randy. 

“I don’t know why I was so shocked to learn that you’re into perverted shit like this.” 

Randy's dick was getting hard at seeing himself in such a delicate fabric. When Edge first brought this whole idea up they were both damn near blackout drunk and Randy was ready to agree to anything that would keep Edge interested in him.

(The memory makes Randy curse himself: “You know what would be… you should-- ah, man." Edge flopped on the bed. The ceiling was spinning above him precariously. Maybe if he shut his eyes he could get off this ride. A limp index finger pointed towards a thin piece of fabric on the floor. "Panties," he slurred.

"What?" 

Randy stopped himself from falling right on top of his partner by instead straddling him. His head lolled around to rest his glassy eyes on a brightly colored thong some girl they brought back left behind. Was Edge saying what he thought he was saying?

"Iwannaseeyourdick. In… panties." Edge passed out then, softly snoring and leaving Randy high and dry for the night. The next morning Randy agreed to the proposition, but only if Edge wore them too. You know, to even the playing field.)

“You need to relax, Randy,” Edge brushed his lips against Randy’s ear, his cock pressed against his ass as he continued to whisper. “Let go, let yourself enjoy it all.”

"I shoulda never let you talk me into this," Randy shook his head at himself. He tried to lace his voice with regret. It was hard to though when Edge, ever the sneaky bastard, was breathing in his ear and rubbing his cock against him and he was so warm and he had those big pretty eyes and long hair—

“Talk you into what? From what I can recall, you were the one who brought the whole idea back up,” Edge laughed and snaked his hand down past Randy's stomach to palm at his cock. They’d never done anything more than watch each other masturbate (which was starting to get a little stale if you asked Edge, no matter how much watching Randy twist his hand around his lubed up dick turned him on). 

"Fuck off, you were one who said it in the first place."

"You sure about that? I was so drunk I can't remember a thing from that night," Edge bit into Randy's shoulder. Grabbing on to said shoulders, he turned Randy around to face him. It was kind of nice to be with someone the same height as him.

"Come on, come sit in my lap. I've got something else for you."

Edge moved to sit against the headboard of their king sized bed, legs spread wide open. He bit at his smiling bottom lip invitingly, like a pin-up girl or something, caressing his cock like it was a compulsion with one hand and taking off the belt with the other. As Randy sat himself in Edge’s lap, grinding against his crotch and removing his own belt, he settled quickly into his new position. It was comfortable enough. Randy could easily imagine himself bouncing on his cock sitting just like this. 

"Close your eyes."

Edge rubbed his hand against the small of Randy’s back, his fingers inching towards Randy’s ass. He was getting antsy now that they'd gotten this far. Randy had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he missed Edge coating his fingers in lube (probably hid the bottle under the blankets, Randy thought too late) and maneuvering himself under the seat of his underwear. This was maybe the second or third time he let Edge get this close near his ass and his nerves were totally shot over the whole thing.

”So tight, Randy. So perfect," Edge cooed. He'd only pushed himself in and out of his tight ring of muscle a few times before Randy was fucking himself back onto his fingers. "When are you gonna let me put my tongue in there?"

"Never, what the hell is wrong with you?" 

Randy twitched a little seeing Edge's smirk. If fingers felt this good, a wet tongue was probably insane. Edge was being a real tease at the moment, Randy knew it. Fingers couldn't be his big surprise for the night.

"Okay, you ready?"

"Ready for what-- FUCK," Randy yelled.

Fingers were replaced by, no doubt, the most intense sensation Randy had ever experienced before in his life. Edge managed to slip a skinny vibrating dildo into Randy's ass with one push, throwing the man currently writhing above him for a loop. It sent Randy reeling, his hips moving on their own volition to rub his dick against his panties and Edge's stiff cock. They both hissed at feeling themselves rub against one another.

Edge took the opportunity to press Randy’s pliable body against his chest, reveling in the way he trembled and squirmed around. He left small love bites across the pecs he loved so much, careful not to bruise his perfect chest. Randy’s skin was on fire from, blazing hot and burning him up from the inside out. There was no way this was happening right now, no way he could ever feel this damn amazing.

"I love your tits," Edge breathed softly, pushing them together over and over again. It only served to make Randy move faster trying to feel Edge's dick twist against his own while he tried his hardest to get the toy deeper inside him. 

“I— oh my God, Edge, what the fuck… this feels— oh…”

Randy continued to stammer as he shoved himself farther down on the smooth toy, chasing after the high that it was bestowed upon him. It buzzed loud and harsh in Edge’s fingers, a cheap battery-operated thing he bought at the mall’s gag gift store while Randy was off signing autographs in the food court. The teenage boy cashier gave him a weird look when he handed it to him, but didn't say a word. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain to his friends that he sold a dildo to a famous wrestler. 

With an incredibly shaky hand, Randy reached to grab onto Edge's free wrist for some purchase. It was all too much, everything from the toy to the way the underwear felt against his cock to the way Edge felt against his cock and goddamn his brain was going to pour out from his ears. Tears began to cloud his vision and spill down his overheated face and he wondered how much more pathetic could he be?

"Shit, I'm gonna— I’m gonna come."

“Uh-huh. You always do all that talking about how you don't want anything up your ass. Now look at you,” Edge whispered, as venomous as ever as he licked up Randy’s sweat. The words stung Randy, his body jolting into the air as Edge filled him to the hilt. Fine whatever, he was a hypocrite. He saw the light, praise Jesus and hallelujah! If only Edge could stop being so smug about it and just keep pushing against his prostate. 

“Can you shut the fuck up and kiss me?”

Edge thought his head was going to snap right off his neck with the speed he reached forward to kiss Randy with. He breathed in deep as he felt Randy’s thrusts against him become more deliberate. Sudden embarrassment washed over him from the flood of passion Randy possessed him with. His tongue was so soft, it swirled so nicely around his…

“Oh, look at how wet you are… All from one little— one little kiss. I thought I was supposed to be… the desperate one.” 

The smile that broke up Randy’s features could only be described as delirious. In the midst of all his pleasure, he managed to find it in him rib Edge about the stream of precome that created a wet spot on his panties. Scrunched up eyebrows showed that Edge was trying his hardest to come up with a quippy retort. Unfortunately for him, certain distractions made him fall short. Holding the toy in place with Randy filled up was the best he could come up with, and what a response it gave him. 

”I need you to — please, I need to feel you inside of me. Want you …” Randy’s voice pitched up, but his words died away. He realized that he started whining, upset that he wasn't getting fucked like he wanted. The vibration of the toy felt better than great, close to heavenly. He could bet though that it was nothing compared to (Randy gazed down hungrily at Edge’s cock straining and slipping against the lace) what having an actual real cock inside of him must feel like. That would be his true undoing, he thought. 

“Want me to what? Want me to come inside you? Is that why you're pouting? I’ve been wanting to do that since—“ A moan cut Edge’s thoughts into fragments. “Since the first time we watched each other jerk off. Fuck, since we first started tagging together. You’re so hot, Randy.”

Motormouth Edge, always talking his head off when he was close. It was nothing but sex soaked babbles that wormed into Randy’s head every time, the roughness in his voice exciting him. Thinking about Edge’s come dribbling out of his ass, his muscles spasming involuntarily to keep it all inside of him… 

Randy's orgasm felt like a taser being pressed right at the base of his spine, a total system failure that turned his body to jello for a few seconds while it wracked through him. Edge felt the wet spot between them spread even further. 

When he came back down to earth, Randy looked on lazily as Edge pulled the toy out and continued to rut against his completely overstimulated cock. He blinked heavy damp lashes at his tag team partner below him, mesmerized by the way Edge was staring a hole through him in return. 

“Hurry up and come for me, you know I like to watch you,” Randy demanded. 

Edge grabbed onto Randy’s hips and wished he was being surrounded by the tight heat of his hole. Feeling his dick slide around next to his own was a pretty good consolation prize too. Even when Randy was actling like jerk it was still sort of endearing, and it didn’t take Edge much longer for his come to spurt out thinking of fucking all that attitude out of him. Maybe next time, if Randy was ready. 

The two men panted and assessed each other. They were sweaty, sticky, and as tired as if they’d just finished a match. Randy peeled himself off of Edge, who looked like he was close to passing out. He figured now was as good a time as any to finally take the stupid underwear off. 

“Be careful with those, don’t rip ‘em. We can use them again.”

“There’s not a washing machine in the world powerful enough to get all of our come and sweat out of these. They’re a lost cause,” Randy threw the well worn pair of panties in the bathroom’s trash can with no fanfare. That experiment was over. 

“You’re no fun, Randy.” 

Edge followed him into the bathroom, walking past him to start up the shower. 

“As evidenced by letting you put a vibrator up my ass, I’m plenty of fucking fun. I'm a whole amusement park’s worth of fun. Get in the shower before you really piss me off.”

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a bunch— ow!”

Randy punched Edge in the arm under the stream of warm water, both of them trying their hardest not to be the first to laugh.

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