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New Year's Buzz - also on AO3

Matt and Mox get the same idea: to determine the final winning team, everybody wears vibrators to the AEW New Year's Eve holiday party.

Surprise finale! A trilogy only, but one that I thought was necessary. Welcome to true chaos. Same disclaimers as the previous fics in the series, but if you're reading this one, I assume you've read these. I hope everyone has a happy new year <3

Adam

With all the chaos of the past few months, it takes until right before the annual New Year’s party for Matt to get really riled up again, which Adam supposes is a victory in itself.

“Hey,” he says, throwing a leg over Adam’s lap. “I want to hang out with Mox and Yuta again.”

Adam raises an eyebrow as he settles his hands on Matt’s hips. “Hang out with, huh? That what the kids are calling it now?”

Matt rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” Adam asks. He slides his hands down to Matt’s thighs, pulling at the fabric of his sweatpants. “Maybe I want you to say it.”

“God, fine,” Matt says, but he rolls his hips forward and Adam can feel he’s already getting hard. “So, what if – you know how we have that New Year’s party on Sunday?”

Adam blinks. “What’s that go to do with anything?”

“That’s my idea,” Matt says. “We all wear vibrators this time. Except, instead of during a match, it’s during a work party.”

“That,” Adam says, flipping them over to pin Matt to the mattress, “is fucking insane.”

Matt shrugs, looking smug. “Yeah, but you’re about to rail me about it.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “I hate it when you’re right.”

Mox

“Yoots, come look at this.” Mox holds up the message on his phone as they get settled into the hotel room. “Matt’s texting me about if we’re going to the New Year’s party.”

Yuta peers down at the phone, squinting. Mox should make him put the glasses on again. “Oh. Tell him we’re going.”

“We are?” Mox frowns. “I don’t want to. I have a match tomorrow night.” He falls back on the bed. “I’ll have three new belts to polish.” He grins up at Yuta. “And maybe to wear while we fuck.”

“You’re impossible,” Yuta says, typing something on Mox’s phone.

“Hey!”

“Told them we’re going,” Yuta says. “What. Are you going to argue about it?”

“No,” Mox says. He leans up and snatches the phone from Yuta’s hands. “You should expect me to be awful that night, then. If you’re gonna make me go.”

“You’re always awful,” Yuta says. He yanks Mox by the ankle so hard he slides off the bed.

“You just pulled me off the bed and I’m the awful one?” Mox grumbles as he stands. Yuta’s grinning at him. “I hate you. Lay down on the bed so I can suck your dick.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” says Yuta, and Mox wishes he didn’t love this idiot so much. It might make sticking to his guns easier.

“You know,” Mox says, pulling at Yuta’s sweatpants, “I got an idea.”

“Idea?” Yuta asks, lifting his hips. “I usually never say no to your ideas. What’s up?”

“What if,” Mox says, throwing Yuta’s pants away as he gets himself situated, “we try that foursome thing again?”

“What?” Yuta asks. “You’re fucking – holy shit –”

Mox gives him a thumbs up and swirls his tongue around the head of Yuta’s cock. He goes at it for long enough, for intensely enough, that Yuta’s incapable of anything but swearing.

“Fucking – Mox, fuck.”

Mox laughs around him and then digs his nails into Yuta’s thighs. He grins as Yuta’s hips snap up into his throat and he comes in record time.

“You should show that party trick to Hangman and Matt at the party,” Mox says, wiping his face on Yuta’s sweatpants.

“What party trick?”

“The one where you can come on a hair trigger.”

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. He puts two fingers into Mox’s mouth, who is sure to get them dripping. Mox shuffles his pants down his hips and groans as Yuta wraps his hand around Mox’s cock. “What else should we do?”

“We – fuck, you keep doing that, I won’t be able to talk.”

“Consider it a challenge,” Yuta says. He lowers his lips back toward Mox’s nipple.

“Fuckin’ can’t stand you,” Mox mutters. Yuta bites up to his neck, sucking.

“C’mon,” Yuta murmurs. “What else should we do with them?”

“Could break out the vibes again,” Mox cuts himself off. “Jesus fuck, you a vampire now?”

“Yeah, and you like it.” Yuta bites down again and Mox fights a whimper. “So,” Yuta continues, “you wanna do the vibrators again?”

“All of us,” Mox corrects. He kind of hates that Yuta teasing him works so well, but he also sort of loves it. “At – somewhere weird.” He lets out a little whimper as he fucks up into Yuta’s hand. He starts to laugh at the idea that just came to mind.

“What’s so funny?” Yuta murmurs. He bites at Mox’s earlobe.

“What if we all wore the vibrators at – at the work party?”

Yuta laughs. “Sure. That’s a great idea.”

“Don’t be all condescending,” Mox gasps, “you’re hot when you’re being a little shit.”

Yuta’s smile is all predator. “I know.”

Mox is terrible at fighting how much he’s into Yuta. He comes all over himself and Yuta’s hand. “Damn it.”

“Yeah, I know,” Yuta says, wiping his hand on Mox’s shirt, “I do that on purpose.”

“I know you do, and it pisses me off that it still works.” Mox pulls his shirt off over his head and mops up his stomach. “So, what do you think?”

Yuta frowns. “About you coming when I’m being a dick?”

Mox snorts. He chucks his tee shirt into the corner of the hotel room and says, “Nah. About the vibrators during the work party.”

“I thought that was dirty talk.”

“It can be both.” Mox stretches out with his hands behind his head, turns to Yuta, and sighs. “I should have known.”

“Known what?”

“You’d be too chicken to do it.”

Yuta’s jaw drops. “Don’t fuckin’ – don’t goad me into this.”

“It’s the best way to get you into it.”

Yuta groans. “Fuck you.”

“Already did.”

Mox gets hit in the face with a pillow, but it’s worth it.

Wheeler

Wheeler can’t sleep. Worlds End wasn’t the best end to the year for himself and Mox, who is next to him snoring without a care in the world. At the very least, he thinks Mox and Eddie are friends again. He smiles to himself.

He snuggles further down into the cozy hotel bed, scooting up to get closer to Mox’s warmth, and begins scrolling Twitter. One of the first posts is a photo from Blood and Guts, where he and Matt are on the top of the cage, and he’s jettisoned back to that night. And to Mox’s suggestion from the night before this one.

He pulls up Adam’s number – he has it in his phone with the cowboy hat and boots, minus the word bitch – and looks at the screen.

The last time they’d texted was after Blood and Guts.

He’s never been the one to text first.

Mox is fucking weird.

His thumb hovers over the send, hesitation battling with curiosity. He presses it.

He’s shocked to see the answer come back almost immediately. No shit Sherlock. Why this time?

Wheeler’s a little giddy to see how quickly Adam responded, how it’s clear he still has Wheeler’s number in his phone.

He thinks all four of us should wear the vibrators to the party tomorrow night.

There’s a much longer pause. Wheeler wonders if he’s overstepped.

And then the phone call comes through.

Wheeler scrambles out of bed and into the bathroom. “Hey.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope,” Wheeler says, “he said it.”

“Matt said the same fuckin’ thing,” Adam says. “Fuck. Now we have to do it.”

“We do?”

Adam chuckles. “I mean. Tell me you don’t carry your vibrators in your luggage, just in case Mox wants one.”

Wheeler pauses. “Yeah, they’re in the checked bags.”

“It’s fate,” Adam says. “And, you know. We are tied.”

Wheeler groans. “Goddamn it. Now we have to do it, so Mox and I can beat you.” He sighs. “Alright. Let’s get brunch tomorrow. Ten.”

“Eleven,” Adam says, and he pauses, yawning. “I’m fuckin’ tired and I wanna sleep in.”

“Deal.”

Wheeler hangs up and leaves the bathroom to see a bleary-eyed Mox looking at him. “What’s up?”

“You and Matt,” Wheeler says as he prepares to explain it to Mox, “are the same fucking person.”

Matt

Matt’s literally bouncing in his chair with excitement at brunch.

“You know that this is a war, right?” Adam asks. “We’re here to beat them.”

“We’re also here to discuss sexy work party shenanigans,” Matt says. “I don’t know about you, but this makes a work party way more fun.”

They sip their waters until Yuta and Mox, looking tired but happy, walk in.

“Hey,” Yuta says. “You two order yet?”

Matt shakes his head. “We were waiting for you.”

They don’t start the conversation until everybody’s got their food in front of them, almost done. Adam had suggested waiting until everyone was completely finished, but Matt isn’t that patient.

“So,” Matt says. “What’s the plan? Whoever comes the most, counting all 3 times, loses as a team?”

“Sure,” Mox says, and Matt can’t quite understand what the devious look in his eyes means.

“We need to have more rules than that.” Adam leans back in his chair, more relaxed than he should be. “Like, no intentionally grabbing each other’s junk to get them off.”

“Hands off,” Yuta says. Matt glances over to him, where he looks calm and collected. Jerk. “That makes sense.”

“And nobody presses a fuckin’ button until we’re done with the photos and the investor shit,” Mox insists. “If we fuck that up, we could fuck up AEW.”

“Definitely agree on that one,” Matt says, nodding. “Buzz time is when dinner starts?”

“Gotta be. Speeches and cocktail hour are before then,” Adam says, scrolling through the invite on his phone. “So we’ll have pictures and schmoozing and shit, vibrators in but not doing anything, until we all sit down to eat, deal?”

“Works for me,” Yuta says. “Then after dinner…”

“We’re dancing after until the ball drops,” Matt says. He adjusts on Adam’s lap. “And then, um. After.”

Matt feels himself glow red when Mox levels a look at him. “After, the four of us go wild.”

“Calm down, Mox,” Yuta says, elbowing Mox. “We got, like, at least twelve hours before that.”

“Got a point there.” Adam grins. “Also, no fucking with the vibrator if we’re in the middle of an important conversation. We don’t want to make anybody uncomfortable.”

“Oh, fuck,” Mox says, frowning. “Yeah. Safewords still the same?”

Everybody nods.

“Cool,” Adam says. “And no being douchebags if somebody’s gotta tap due to work or mental stuff.” He levels a glare at Mox. “Right?”

“Why are you looking at me?” Mox asks, leaning back in his chair. “I’m only a douche in a nice way.”

“That’s not – okay.” Adam sighs.

They finish eating, chatter turned to a review of Worlds End. Matt still feels weird that it’s the first pay per view the Bucks weren’t at in the history of AEW, but he, Nick, and Adam needed a break. And they’re here tonight to make an appearance

Adam pats Matt’s thighs once they’ve all finished and Matt’s paid the check. He’d figured it was only right, since it was kind of his idea to meet at this brunch place.

Matt turns to Adam. “What?”

“Probably time to get ready to go,” Adam says. “We need to head back to the hotel to take a nap and get ready.”

“Sorry, you tell him when it’s nap time?” Mox scoffs.

Matt stares at him. “Okay, first of all, that’s kink shaming. You’re a kink shamer.” He’s emboldened by Adam’s chuckle next to him and stands up. “Second of all, you make fun of me for being a bottom, but I bet I can get you begging me to let you come later tonight. You’re all talk right now,” he tries his best glare, “but wait until later.”

The table goes quiet.

“Well fuck,” Adam says. Matt can feel his presence over his shoulder. “Maybe Matt will figure out how to be a top tonight.”

Matt grabs Adam’s hand and doesn’t look back.

They nap and relax until the evening rolls around, where Adam suggests they take thorough showers alone to prevent temptation. They both figured waiting until the last minute could be the best strategy, since they aren’t likely to take their time when they head back to the hotel.

“I was just saying,” Matt says from outside the door Adam’s locked him out of, “if we both get off now, we’re less likely to break later!”

“I’m not fucking you!”

“You could blow me!”

Adam must have turned the music up on his phone, because suddenly Orville Peck is screaming through the door.

“Fine,” Matt says. “I’ll do it myself.”

He lets memories from the last two times wash over him. The way Yuta felt inside of him. The way it felt when Mox was in front of him, his cock in Mox’s warm mouth. The hard wall against his back when Mox screwed him halfway to oblivion.

It’s races toward him, steady, insistent, and he doesn’t even hear the door to the bathroom open again.

“Goddamn.”

He opens his eyes to see Adam staring at him, eyes dark.

“Not fair for you to start without me if you weren’t gonna listen.” Adam walks over to him and drops his towel. “Get in the shower.”

Matt blinks, feeling his orgasm slow to a halt. “Shower?”

“Won’t fuck you – not a good idea when you’re gonna be wearing a vibrator all night – but I will get you nice and open so we can get that vibrator inside you.” He leans down and kisses Matt, possessive and demanding. Matt whimpers. “You’ll come, baby, I promise. But from my fingers only.”

“Okay.”

Matt walks, in a giddy daze, to the shower, where Adam does as he promises. Matt’s whimpering, desperate as Adam keeps his hands on Matt’s skin while he showers. Adam washes his hair while Matt soaps up.

“You ready for the vibrator?” Adam murmurs into Matt’s ear. “You wanna come with it in you?”

Matt shakes his head. “Fingers,” he murmurs. “And – and your hand.”

“You got it.”

Matt’s whining and pleading almost immediately as Adam works him open. It’s less than usual, only needs enough for the vibrator to slip in, so Matt wants to come now.

“Please?” Matt begs. “Please, make – I wanna come, please?”

“You gonna make Mox beg pretty like that tonight?” Adam murmurs. Matt can feel his hard dick against his ass.

“Fuck me?” Matt tries, one last time. “That way you can come.”

“Nah, don’t wanna,” Adam says, grinning. “I know this one doesn’t count as the full competition, but between you and me I want to win.”

“You and – me?” Matt can barely focus.

“Yeah,” Adam says, and he crooks his fingers just right, “I’m gonna win.”

With a whimper, Matt comes, surrounded by Adam. “That’s not fair,” he whines. “You always make me come more than you do.”

“You ready for the vibrator?” Adam asks. “God, you look so fucking good taking my fingers like this.”

“I need a second,” Matt pants. He braces himself against the wall with both hands until he gets his breathing under control. “I forget how – how good you get when you’re all competitive.”

Adam laughs and slowly takes out his fingers. “Part of my charm.”

“Yeah, it is,” Matt says. He exhales slowly, all aftershocks and oversensitivity washing away as he breathes in through the steady stream of the water. Adam’s hands gently run along his sides. It’s soothing. Adam’s always so soothing. “Okay,” he murmurs. “I’m ready for the vibrator.”

“Great.”

It’s smooth and a little cool, so different from Adam, but it settles neatly into Matt. Without the vibration, he barely notices it’s there.

“You need help with yours?” he asks, grinning as he grabs at Adam’s ass.

“It’s already in,” Adam says.

“It’s already – and you didn’t let me help?!” Matt glares at him. “So not fair.”

Adam grins. “Would if help if I said I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it together if you were helping me with it?”

Matt shrugs. “I guess.” He turns off the shower. “Alright. Let’s get ready.” He wiggles, feeling the barest hint of the vibrator shifting inside of him.

Nothing interesting has happened in four hours. Between dressing, traveling, listening to the speech, and talking to Very Important People who Matt finds incredibly boring, sitting down at dinner is almost a victory.

“Don’t look too excited,” Adam says. They’re at a table with Tony, his father, Nick, Pat Buck, Madison Rayne, and Christopher Daniels. The absence of Kenny, who usually sits with Kota right next to them, is glaring. But Matt knows Kenny’s safe at home, with Kota keeping him from doing anything stupid. And it’s only one party. Just like Saturday night was only one pay per view.

The concern is almost enough to take him off focus of his vibrator, but when he leans over he’s very strongly reminded of it. Matt’s going to have to deal with this night trying to be as normal as possible, next to multiple high level people in his company.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Is this a bad idea?” Matt murmurs as the drinks get served. “What if we can’t keep it together? I feel like I need to be prepared or something.”

“Exactly,” Adam says. He leans in and kisses Matt’s forehead. “We should be ready for them to get us whenever they see us.” The two of them glance around. “I don’t think they’re in here yet, though.”

Matt is halfway through his second hors d’oeuvre when he yelps and leaps an inch off the chair.

“He get you?” Adam’s expression is carefully blank. Almost too careful. He coughs a little.

“Yeah,” Matt says. “He’s playing with it – oh – weirdly, too.” He turns around, determined to glare at Mox, but it takes a while for him to find where the BCC and a few others are seated halfway across the room. He sees Yuta first, who looks infuriatingly good in a suit with his belt over the back of his chair.

Yuta’s already smiling at him, smug and triumphant, patting at Mox’s hand.

“Dick,” Matt says. He slides his hand in his pocket and pretends to fiddle with it, eyes locked on Yuta’s. The smugness slips off of Yuta’s face, replaced with guarded anticipation. But Matt feigns confusion, still not pressing the button. He frowns and pretends to check it under the table. He can feel Yuta’s eyes on the back of his head.

He lifts up, continues the frown, and watches Yuta relax in the chair.

“Adam,” Matt mutters into his ear, “hit Mox with it when I kick your shoe.”

Adam looks down at him. “Not now?”

“Not yet,” he says. “I’m going to piss off Yuta first.” He grins. “The goal is to throw them off, right?”

Adam grins. “So you’re getting evil about it?”

“Yes, but only because Yuta started it by pressing Mox’s buttons.”

Adam raises his eyebrows. “Really. Yuta’s been trying me all night, but I’ve figured out how to –” he does a weird little cough, “turn it into a cough when I’m surprised.”

“Believable,” Matt deadpans. He settles back into his seat, trying to look annoyed. When he looks up again, he sees Yuta full on laughing.

He kicks Adam’s shin as he turns Yuta’s vibrator up to the highest setting.

Matt is pretty sure he’s on top of the world as he watches Mox and Yuta freak out at the same time. Mox actually yelps, which makes Matt giggle. He shoots the best grin he can get over at Yuta and Mox. He’s prepared for the retaliation. He knows how to handle it.

They go back and forth for the entire five course dinner. Managing to keep up with eating, talking, checking the other table, and playing with the vibrator is difficult but definitely not impossible. Keeping it together? Much more difficult. Matt thinks Adam’s about to crack when he sees Yuta twirling the remote around and set it off, but Adam stays steady.

“You,” Matt mutters as he eats the filet mignon, “are impressive.”

“The coughing is working,” Adam says. “People might think I have COVID, but we all tested negative before walking into the building so I think I’m okay.”

Matt laughs. “Yeah, I –” He cuts himself off. “Oh, I hate Mox.”

“He do that wave thing you like so much?”

Matt nods, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can do this,” he says. “I’ll be fine.” He jacks up Yuta’s vibrator in retaliation, because if he’s suffering so is Yuta. “Watch,” Matt says. “He’s going to lose it.”

“Oh, I’ll do Mox, too!”

Matt and Adam pretend to be deep in a conversation, when Matt looks back over to Yuta to see an interesting look on Yuta’s face.

“Adam,” Matt whispers, “I think Yuta’s about to lose.”

Sure enough, Yuta runs out of there like a bat out of hell.

“I should go check on him,” Matt says primly. “It’s only – oh god – kind.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Mox kick it up again?”

Matt whimpers. “Yeah, but I’m fine,” he lies. “I’m going to go check on Yuta.”

Wheeler

“If you’ll excuse me,” Wheeler half whimpers. He stumbles, brain mush, over to the nearest door and throws himself into the bathroom and shoves his pants down his thighs. Now that he’s alone, safe, he can’t hold it back anymore. He gets a hand around his dick, stroking furiously. He doesn’t fucking care if he loses. He needs this.

The door bangs open.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck.”

“Oh Wheeler,” comes the worst possible voice right now. “You okay? I saw you running in here and I thought I’d be the caring EVP and check on you.”

Wheeler didn’t lock the stall door.

Matt pushes the door open, and Wheeler looks over his shoulder to see him grinning like a demon. And he comes all over his hand.

Wheeler closes his eyes in defeat. He grabs some toilet paper to try and get himself slightly presentable.

“Oh, you lost,” Matt says, false pity in his voice. “That’s kind of sad. I would have thought a big ol top like you would last longer.”

Wheeler glares at him as he shoulders past Matt to wash his hands. “Yeah? I bet you’re close.”

“And?” Matt says. He folds his arms over his chest, looking unfairly good in his suit with his hair half up. “You just came all over yourself.” He must read something in Yuta’s eyes, because he licks his lips and adds, “Also, you can’t touch me.”

“Can’t touch you,” Wheeler says, “but I can talk to you.” He stares dead in Matt’s eyes as he adjusts his dress pants. In a miracle, they’re completely dry and clean.

Matt’s eyes widen.

“Bet you feel it really good right now, yeah?” Wheeler asks. “Is it doing that wave thing you like.” Matt whimpers. “I bet it is.”

“Even if – even if I lose, I’ve been practicing coming dry,” Matt says, gripping his own forearms tight enough it looks like it hurts. “I won’t make a mess of myself.” He tilts his head to the side. “Maybe yours should count for double.”

Wheeler stares at him. “You wanna come so bad, don’t you,” he says. If he’s gone down, he’s taking Matt with him. “You’re talking such a big game, but I can tell you’re about to lose it in a bathroom. All our bosses are out there, Matt.” He walks toward Matt until he’s backed up against the wall. Wheeler leans down and whispers, “What if somebody walks in and sees?”

He can tell by the noises Matt makes that he’s lost already. There’s a tiny bit of panic in his eyes, but only for a second before he just looks relieved.

“That,” Matt pants, “was a dick move.”

“Yeah?” Wheeler says, and god if he could touch Matt right now. “If my memory’s right, you seem to like my dick moves in the past.”

Matt groans and rolls his eyes before leaving the bathroom. “You’re the worst!”

Wheeler laughs, hoping he gets a chance to get his hands on Matt at least a little tonight. “I’m a little shit.”

Adam

“Oh, you lost,” Adam says, before he thinks about it.

“What did he lose?” Nick asks, frowning. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Matt says. He sits down a little more carefully than before.

Nick eyes them. “You sure?” he asks. “Matt’s looked weird all night.”

“He’s got a little cold,” Adam says, “we both do. It’s not Covid, though.”

Nick raises an eyebrow. “So the flu?”

Matt shakes his head. “No. It’s not like that time when I was in high school, so I doubt it.”

Nick wrinkles his nose. “Yeah, that was rough.”

“I’m sensing a story where we can make fun of Matt,” Adam interjects. “Tell it.”

Adam relaxes as the conversation starts turning to funny childhood stories. Madison has a great one about losing her teeth while locked out of her house that has him laugh so hard he almost chokes on the vegan mousse on top of the fruit tart.

“I got locked out, but I never lost my teeth in snow!” Adam says as Matt pats him on the back. “That one’s less embarrassing than Daniels’ pants wetting incident.”

“I was four,” Daniels says, elbowing Adam. “Cut me some slack.”

Dinner ends calmly, which makes Adam itchy. He and Matt kept glancing over to Mox and Yuta, but after Matt and Yuta’s bathroom interaction it seems Mox and Yuta have chilled it out.

“Maybe they know something about how dancing’s gonna go,” Matt mutters in his ear. “Or maybe Yuta’s embarrassed.”

“Maybe,” Adam echoes. “Either way, this should be fun.”

Dancing is fun. At first. They start off with Mr. Brightside, which gets a great response, and transition into mostly 90s and 00s hits that catapult Adam back to middle school dances. Nick and Daniel Garcia get into a dance battle while Despacito plays in a surprising shift from the older stuff, only to both lose to Prince Nana.

Adam doesn’t even look at Swerve. He has other things to worry about tonight.

He gets the next major set of jolts while Get Low starts. “Oh, fucking hell,” he mutters. He can’t stop twitching, just a little, and hope it looks like he just sucks at dancing.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks, and Adam can see the way he’s biting at the corner of his lip to fight his smile.

“Mox – Jesus – keeps pressing the button to certain lyrics,” Adam mutters. He wishes the room were bigger. “Hit him with one of the really hard, high level ones. That’s what screwed him up at Anarchy.”

Matt nods and starts messing with the controller. “High as I can get it, I think.” And then he yelps. “Oh, it worked on him,” Matt squeaks. “Oh, I can tell it’s working because Yuta’s going so weird with it.” He exhales. “What time is it?”

“Eleven,” Adam says, checking his watch to try and disguise his wiggles as something akin to a dance.

“Oh thank god.”

Adam pulls his remote out of his pocket. “You said Wheeler got you by talking to you, right?”

Matt nods. “Also, does his count double if he didn’t come dry? I feel like that should count as a double fail.”

“That – no,” Adam says, frowning. “I feel like that’s, like, biased against people who aren’t bottoms.”

Matt grins. “Not my fault you guys are weak.”

Adam glances around and grabs Matt’s ass. “You be careful or I’ll sacrifice our win just to get you under control.”

“Rude,” Matt grumbles, but he steps closer against Adam. They dance for a little, weaving in and out of backstage and talent and friends as they move to the music, but Adam has a plan to sneak up on Mox when he’s alone and he least expects it.

The attempts at being sneaky are ruined by Adam slipping on what he can only assume is a puddle of cocktail. He has to lean to the side, and crashes into Daddy Magic.

“Hey!” Magic says. “Watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry,” Adam says, hands up in front of him. “Seriously, I didn’t –”

“Chill, Pops,” Garcia says. He claps Magic on the shoulder. “We’re partying tonight. We’re gonna get bumped.” He nods at Adam, surprisingly calm. “Hey, man.”

“You’re being weirdly calm,” Adam says.

Garcia shrugs. “We’re here to start a new year, not to start shit.” He looks Adam up and down. “Though getting a match in with you would be a good way to start the year.”

“Talk to Tony,” Adam says, smiling. “Tell him I’m in.”

What Adam hopes he did a good job of not letting on is that Yuta, wherever he is in the room, has been messing with the vibrator the whole time.

“Wow, you handled that great.”

Adam jumps in spite of himself at Mox’s voice. “Oh, you fucking asshole.”

“Don’t give me that,” Mox says, and the two of them seem to automatically move to the corner of the room. It’s probably a bad idea. “I saw you walking toward me. I knew what you were going to do.” He pulls out the remote. “I can’t touch you, though.” He turns up the vibrator to the highest setting. While intense and a little brain jiggling, it’s not the way Adam knows he’ll come.

“You’re right,” Adam says. He leans against the wall, one foot up against it. “You can’t.”

“Yuta says all he had to do to get Matt was talk to him a little dirty.” Mox grins and pops his gum. “You that easy?”

“Are you?” Adam replies. “I’m shocked you haven’t lost yet, with how much I’ve been playing around with this.” He pulls out his remote. “Maybe I should get you a little –” He cuts off with a gasp. “Fuck.”

“Fuck?” Mox says, grinning. “Oh. Oh, you’re gonna lose.”

Adam has the wherewithal to look around and run into the empty hallway before it hits him.

“Fuck,” he says, gritting his teeth. He wants to get his hands on Mox, maybe dig his nails in. But he can feel from this that it’s dry – he’s not going to ruin his pants, at the very least.

When his eyes settle again, Mox is staring at him.

“That was unfairly hot,” Mox says.

“Yeah?” Adam says. “Survive this.” He jacks up the remote to its highest setting, only for Mox to shout.

“Fuck off,” Mox says. He falls forward, a hand on either side of Adam’s head. He’s so close Adam could kiss him. But Adam’s not allowed to. And doesn’t that make the incessant waving in his ass that much harder.

“You coming, Mox?” Adam purrs. “You gonna get yourself all messy.” He leans in, lips near enough to Mox’s ear that the effect words, but not so close they could touch. “Sounds a little desperate.”

Mox grunts. “Not – messy,” he manages to pant.

“Oh, good!” Adam says. “Maybe you aren’t leaking so much it’s showing on your pants. If you’re lucky.” He ducks out from under Mox’s arm, glad he doesn’t have to stay if he’s not under control. “See you later man.”

As he walks away, he glances over his shoulder. Mox is still standing there.

“What’d you do to him?” Matt asks, looking a little awed as he peeks over Adam’s shoulder into the hallway.

“Okay, first, yes I did come first, but then he –”

Matt groans and rolls his eyes. “Oh, my god. Like I said. Tops can’t hang.”

Adam rolls his eyes and pulls Matt in for a kiss.

“You kiss me when I insult you now?” Matt asks, beaming up at him. “Also, you’re,” he checks his watch and shows it to Adam. 11:53pm. “Cutting it pretty close to the ball dropping, isn’t it?”

“There’s a joke I could make,” Adam says as the music changes. He grabs Matt by the waist and pulls him in. Matt wraps an arm around Matt’s waist and grabs one of Adam’s hands. “I didn’t expect them to play slow dance middle school music. This is nice.”

Whitney Houston croons over them, and Matt falls into Adam’s chest.

“I love you,” Adam says, and it’s nice to not to panic about who sees or hears.

“I love you, too,” Matt says. He pulls his head back, eyes shining. Instead of whatever he’s about to say, he makes the strangest honking noise.

“Oh, I’m gonna kill him,” Adam grumbles. “He get you?”

Matt nods, wiggling. “I’m not going to come again,” but it sounds less like an assurance and more like a demand upon himself.

“No,” Adam says, taking a step back. “You’re not. Maybe the next song will be awful.”

Matt raises an eyebrow. “We’ve had sex in the locker room while Penta and Pac were having an argument in the next room over. Do you really think music is gonna get me out of the mood?”

Achy Breaky Heart starts playing. Matt wrinkles his nose. “Yeah, okay. That’ll do it.”

The announcement of the ball dropping happens in the middle of the worst song in history, which Adam considers a victory.

“There goes 2023,” Matt murmurs. He and Adam are wrapped up in each other. For a moment, Adam forgets the two of them are in a vibrator related battle with two of their fuck buddies. “Only a few seconds left.”

“Only a few seconds left.”

2023, the year where he got Matt and Nick and Kenny back. The year when he had a title for less than a month, but won matches that mattered more than that. The year when he lost two pay per view matches in a row, but surviving them is what mattered.

The year he found exactly who he is.

“I love you,” Adam says. The countdown is at 9. He wants those to be the last words he speaks of the year.

“I love you, too,” Matt says, grinning up at him.

And those are the last words spoken directly to him of the year.

“I got an idea,” Matt says. Okay, so maybe not.

“Three! Two! One!”

Adam grabs his controller out of his pocket as he yanks Matt in and kisses him. He can hear the click of both controllers.

“Did you just turn up Mox’s controller while we kissed at the ball drop?”

“Did you just do the same with Yuta’s?”

Matt laughs and dives back in to kiss Adam again. When they’re just about to really get into it, he gets a jolt of lightning up his spine. Among other places. “Jesus,” he hisses. “I’m gonna kill both of them.”

“Wait until we get back to the hotel,” Matt murmurs, pressing a kiss to Adam’s neck. “Plus, maybe we’re, like, super tired and we can head back early.” He pulls back, and the stars in his eyes have been replaced with a little heat. “Text Mox and Yuta.”

“Yessir,” Adam says, winking.

The two of them get out of the hotel after goodbyes, using the excuse of the Lyft arriving soon to avoid money related conversations with Tony, and Matt’s already handsy.

“Get it under control, baby,” Adam laughs. He does slide a hand into Matt’s back pocket, though. “So, we’re all at one, right?”

Matt nods. “Unless something happened with Yuta and Mox.”

Adam shrugs. “Guess we’ll find out.”

He’s about to plan for Mox and Yuta to take their own Lyft back, but then they pop out of the door.

“Oh, shit, it’s here,” Mox says, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s go. I’m cold.”

Mox

It is way too quite in this damned car. Mox keeps trying to figure out what to say, since the driver’s got the radio off, but nothing works.

Eventually, he starts playing with the remote, just to see Matt’s thigh twitch and his hand grip at Adam’s thigh in panic.

Adam pays for the Lyft like a true adult – Mox can’t relate – and they all make incredibly boring conversation through the lobby into the hotel.

“So,” Matt says, sounding far too casual, “how long does the no-touching rule last?”

Adam shrugs and looks at Mox. “I don’t even have to touch him to get him off, so I don’t really care.”

“Just for that,” Yuta mutters.

Adam’s hips fly forward in a horrible thrust. “You fucking suck,” Adam grumbles.

“So, now,” Matt says, shrugging. “We can start touching now?”

“Wait until we’re not in public, god,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, you’re hoity toity for someone who came all over himself in a public bathroom and didn’t even lock the door.”

Adam barks out a laugh as the elevator door opens. “Good one, Matty.” He rests a hand on Matt’s lower back to guide him out.

Mox clears his throat. “Yuta, aren’t you going to be all romantic about it?”

Yuta rolls his eyes, but he does slip his hand into Mox’s back pocket, so that’s a win at least.

Mox is able to keep his shit under control after getting in the room, and he’ll lord that over Adam Page for the rest of his life. He doesn’t even get a chance to sit down before Adam’s grabbed him by the waist and slammed him against the wall.

“Not even a –”

Adam kisses him, tongue and teeth and intent. He gives Adam as much as he can back, hands up the back of Adam’s shirt and sliding his hands into the back of Adam’s dress pants.

“Fuck,” comes Yuta’s voice. “Matt, c’mere.”

Mox can hear Matt and Yuta making out, can feel everything from Adam, and he’s not going to give up now. He tilts his head to the side and Adam immediately bites down his neck, nails digging into Mox’s sides.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Page,” he gasps. “Desperate much?”

“Talk about desperate,” Adam growls against Mox’s skin. “Look at you. You’re already almost on your knees, aren’t you?” He steps back. “I forgot. Matt’s going to try and top you today.”

Matt turns from where Yuta’s got him laid out on his back, a smiling, floppy mess. “Oh, right,” Matt says. “I’m topping tonight.”

Yuta snorts. Mox snorts. Adam presses his lips together.

“What?!” Matt asks. He sits up, his unbuttoned shirt fluttering around him. Reminds Mox a little of the romance novels his mom used to leave around the house. “I can top!”

“You tried last time,” Adam corrects. “Like, hard, to be fair.”

“Get on the bed,” Matt says, pointing next to him. “Get on the bed, Mox, and let me see you take out that vibrator.”

Mox decides to do as he’s told, just to see what Matt does next. But he makes a show of it – he stretches out, ass in the air. “Maybe you should help me, yeah?” He looks over his shoulder. “That’s what good tops do.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “God. Fine.”

“What are you looking at me for?” Adam asks.

“You know where the lube is,” Matt says. “Can you get some for me?”

Mox feels Matt’s hand give a gentle, attempt at a tug of the vibrator and he can’t help but squeak.

“Okay?” Matt asks, hand rubbing Mox’s back.

“That’s sweet,” Adam says. “Good job, baby.”

“Let me top!” Matt insists, almost bratty.

Mox looks over his shoulder. “Can I get fucked over here yet?”

“Oh, my god, here,” Mox can see Yuta digging in his luggage and shoves something into Matt’s hand.

He gasps as the chilly lube drips down against his hole and the flared base of the vibrator. A little makes it closer to his skin, and he shivers. “Come on, Matt,” Mox says, shoving his ass further back. “Top me.”

Matt huffs, and Mox takes the moment to shove his face into the pillow, letting the feelings take over.

Matt’s almost too careful right now with the way he gently twists the plug out. It’s not how Mox would do it. It’s not how Yuta would do it. It’s different, and Mox isn’t going to complain.

“There you go,” Matt murmurs. “Are you two going to get started?”

“I’m good watching.” Mox lifts his head up to see Adam in the chair in the corner with Yuta in his lap. They’re both shirtless, but that’s all.

“Yeah, I wanna watch too,” Yuta adds. “More fun this way.”

“Alright then,” Mox says. “Fuck me, Matt. Give it to me good.”

Matt exhales. “Yeah. I can do that.”

Mox whines as Matt’s fingers probe, as he opens Mox up a little bit more than the vibrator.

“Can you, like, I guess, lean down?” Matt asks. “I can’t – the angle is wrong.”

Mox turns over and lifts his hips to shove a pillow under them. “Forgot you’re so short.”

“Forgot you’re so effing annoying,” Matt retorts, but he’s stroking his cock and looking good enough doing it that Mox isn’t going to complain. “You ready?”

Mox nods. “Go for it.” He grins. “Top me, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby when I’m about to be inside you,” Matt grumbles. And he slides home. “Oh, boy.”

Mox laughs. “What, I’m too good for you?”

“Look, we’ve all been on edge all night,” Matt says, thrusting slowly. It feels beyond good to have something real, something warm inside of him. “And only one of us has come for real all night, unless something went down that I missed.” He turns to glare at Yuta as he does one firm snap of his hips.

“Jesus,” Mox says. “You’re right, though. I’m – god, this is embarrassing.” He reaches down to wrap a hand around his dick, but Matt grabs it and pins it to the side of the bed.

“I touch you,” Matt says firmly.

“Alright.” Mox leans back, arms behind his bed. “You touch me.”

It really is embarrassing. It takes a few more thrusts, a few more strokes of Matt’s hand, and then Mox has hit the wall. He groans, wordless, as he comes all over his fist. “Matt,” he gasps. “Fuck.”

“I am,” Matt says, grinning down at Mox.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it,” Adam says. Mox looks up to see him behind Matt, hands roaming. “Come in him. Show him you mean it.”

Matt’s eyes flutter closed as his thrusts get more forceful, more erratic, and then Mox is filled with warmth. Matt doesn’t make noise this time, just gasps and slumps back into Adam’s arms.

“You two wait on the bed,” Adam says. “You got a better view over here.” He pulls off his pants and throws them toward Yuta.

“Hey!”

Adam

“If I don’t take off my pants, I can’t fuck you, right?” Adam asks. He runs his hands along the muscles of Yuta’s back. The man really is gorgeous. “You still want that?” He takes a second to work his vibrator out. He feels a little weird after it’s been in for so long, but he’s also very focused on the man in front of him, so he’ll be okay.

“Yeah,” Yuta says. “Unlike you and Matt, Mox and I are able to understand that we’re actually switches.”

“I just topped!” Matt says, for what feels like the hundredth time. “I’m officially a switch.”

“Sure you are, baby,” Adam says, and he sends Matt the wink he knows turns Matt to jello. Matt turns and buries his face into Mox’s shoulder.

“Let me help you here, Yoots,” Adam drops to his knees. “God, you look pretty with that in.”

“I’m not Matt,” Yuta snaps. “You don’t have to be precious with me.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “Just for that.” With the aid of a little lube tossed to him by Mox, Adam’s a little rough with the way he works the vibrator out. “You have fun tonight?” He lines his body up against Yuta’s. He’s tall and lanky, flexible, and Adam’s got some ideas about it.

“Yes,” Yuta says. He turns around and grins at Adam. “You gonna fuck me or propose?”

“Get – fuck off.” Adam grabs his thigh and throws it over his shoulder. Yuta’s eyes widen. “Yeah. Didn’t know you could do that, did you?”

“I did,” Yuta replies. “Just didn’t think you knew I could do it.”

Yuta and Adam do a balancing act to get Yuta in the right position. Adam’s slicking up his cock with his free hand the whole time. They may have teased Matt and Mox for being quick, but he’s not sure he or Yuta are going to last long this time either. “You good?”

Yuta raises an eyebrow, then shifts so he slides down on Adam’s cock, just a bit.

“Jesus Christ,” Adam says, shifting his hips to get a little deeper. “God, you feel good.”

“You two look good,” Mox says.

“Yeah?” Adam asks. “Yuta, you like to be watched?”

“Who doesn’t?” he replies, smarmy grin on his lips. “I’m not as bad as Matt, though.”

“Hey!”

“He’s not wrong, baby.”

The angle is out of this world – Yuta clenches around him with every thrust.

“This ain’t gonna last long,” Adam drawls, unable to keep the accent from coming through. “Fuck.”

“No kidding,” Yuta gasps. He braces a hand on the chair then slides down, eyes fluttering closed. “There,” he mutters. “I – I got a foot on the ground. You don’t have to go easy.”

Adam takes that as an invitation, and goes wild. Yuta swings his leg off and Adam catches it, giving the two of them better leverage.

“So flexible,” Mox says. “What I like about you, Yoots.”

“Shut up, Mox,” Adam and Yuta say at the same time. They look at each other and grin.

“I like this,” Yuta says. The way he’s lifting on his toes to drop back down on Adam’s cock is incredible.

“Good,” Adam says. He curls a hand around Yuta’s cock. “Because you gotta come soon, or else I’m gonna ruin it for you.”

Yuta laughs and throws his head back. “Yeah? Race you.”

Adam goes a little wild with it when Yuta clenches down on him, when Yuta comes all over his hand with a cry.

“That’s what I thought.” Adam leans in and sucks a bruise into Yuta’s collarbone with his last few thrusts, and then it’s all over. He almost collapses with the force of it, but Yuta holds him up with strong arms.

“You good, man?” Yuta chuckles.

“Yeah,” Adam breathes. “Just – long day.”

“He decided this morning he wasn’t allowed to come,” Matt offers from the other side of the room. “So that’s his first, like, big one in days.”

“Thanks for that, baby,” Adam says. He pulls his face off of Yuta’s chest. “Fuck. You two scoot over.”

Yuta and Adam drape themselves over their partners, and they all breathe in silence for a few moments. Adam’s struck with how comfortable it is, and not the way Mox’s leg is digging into his thigh.

He may have accidentally fallen for Yuta and Mox through all of this.

The silence is broken sometime later when Matt makes a happy little noise.

“What’s up?” Mox says. He moves and Adam gets knocked over off the bed. He stands up.

“I topped,” Matt says. He looks so proud of himself that Adam almost feels bad about the next words.

“You did,” Adam agrees, “but you’re the only one who still has the vibrator in.”

Matt frowns. “I am?”

Adam nods. “Obviously, Mox and Yuta had to take them out, but I,” he nods over to the desk, which he’ll have to remember to sanitize, “took care of mine ages ago. So, you’re a top with a vibrator in your ass.”

Matt yelps, hips twitching. “Oh, Mox, that was mean,” he gasps.

Mox grins over at him, his hands in his dress pants pocket. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”

“Let go of it.” Adam helps Matt work the vibrator out, then grins as he collapses onto the bed with a smile on his face.

“Yeah,” Adam says. “Okay. Onto important things. What’s the final tally? Who won?”

“I mean, in total?” Yuta asks. “I came twice tonight.”

“We all came twice tonight,” Adam says. “And Yoots and I came twice at Blood and Guts.”

“Yoots?” Yuta asks, a little smile on his lips.

“Yeah,” Adam says, and he feels a little fluttery when that smile is directed at him. This crush wasn’t supposed to happen, but he might be sticking himself and Matt with Mox and Yuta for the foreseeable future. “But, also, Matt and Mox only came once the other time.” He frowns. “Do we have a tie?”

Matt sits up. “Counts double!”

“What counts double?”

Yuta groans, dropping his head back. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“The only person who didn’t come dry, throughout all three, is Yuta,” Matt says. “It should count double.”

“It’s only one!” Yuta says. “Mox, back me up.”

Mox frowns. “We have to have a winner, and I’m gonna need, like, a day or two before I can go again.”

Matt snorts. “Same.”

“I think,” Adam says slowly, “in that case, Yuta loses.”

“Damn it,” Mox grumbles. Adam expects him to argue, but he doesn’t.

“What?!” Yuta asks. “No, we can’t just give up!”

“Tell that to the guy who came in his pants at work party,” and Matt looks way too fucking giddy to say it.

Yuta launches at Matt and gets him in a seatbelt pin, which looks hilarious when they’re both stark naked.

“Adam, get him off!”

Adam cackles. “Sorry, baby. Already did that tonight.”

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