Time To Celebrate

Mike paused before rolling over on top of his new lover with a smirk before purring.
"Is that it Alex? Is that all you wanted? You wanted to fuck a champion?"
If that was why then he would have to step his game up and keep this belt.

"Well to be honest, I've wanted to do this for a while. I figured this was a good excuse to do so." Alex smiled.

Mike grinned and peppered kissed on Alex's chest.
"I have want it too Alex, you don't know how sexy you are, cheering me on."

"Nah, I knew I was pretty sexy." Alex laughed, hooking his arms around Mike's waist and flipping him around so Alex was on top of him. He kissed his lips softly.

Mike nipped at Alex's bottom lip. "Well you are learning from the demon of desire so at least some of my over all sexiness must had rubbed off on you."

"True, I wasn't nearly this sexy until I met you." Alex purred.

"Not this sexy but you sure as hell had me looking you over."
Mike leaned up and tugged on Alex's ear lobe.

"Now did I? Well I've been a mizfit since the day you started." Alex smirked. "Even with the capris and that adorable hat you used to wear."

Mike snorted.
"I looked like a sexy idiot."
He laughed at himself when he saw the play back.

"Yes, but a VERY, sexy idiot." Alex grinned, tracing a finger down Mike's jaw.

Mike nodded.
"Who would have though that, that sexy idiot would hold the championship one day?"

"I did. I always knew you were championship material. From day one." Alex smirked.

"Well that makes one of us." He beamed, he had never thought he would hold that title.

"So... we gonna be more than just fuck buddies...?" Alex asked, trying not to act as hopeful as he was inside.

"Yes." He beamed but the smile faltered for a moment.
"Unless there's someone else."
He tried to hid the jealousy and disappointment, already jumping to the conclusion that Alex had other boyfriends.

"There isn't. Well I've been casually fucking someone but I'll drop em in a heartbeat for you..." Alex blushed slightly.

Mike frowned, jealousy made his blood boil and a snake coil in his belly. Mike Mizanin was never a possessive person, never really jealous. That is until he met Alex Riley.
"Who?"

Alex grimaced. He didn't think Mike would like this.
"John... Morrison." He said softly. He knew Mike and John had a lot of history together.

Mike growled, rolled away from Alex, and sat up in a huff.
John Morrison.
John Randal Hennigan.
He had been Mike's bestfriend.
He had been Mike's lover.
He had cheated on Mike with John Cena

"Mike i don't know if you'll care but... I was only fucking him cause he was helping me with how to get your attention. And once I did, what you liked in a man." Alex said shyly.

Mike frowned, his forehead creased as his eye brow furrowed.
"What did he tell you Alex." Mike growled.

"Well to get your attention, he said I had to prove I was worth keeping around on NXT. When I got eliminated I thought I had no chance but then you signed me to that personal services contract. John said there was a reason for that. He said you weren't ready to have my leave. So you saw something in me. Then that's when we started doing more than just talking. I let him top me and show me how you'd want to be treated in bed..."

Mike's blood boiled.
"So how do I like it huh? What does he have you thinking?"
Morrison was a conniving bastard. He probably fed Alex some cheap bullshit to get him in bed.

"He said you liked it rough. Real rough. It hurt to be honest with you..." Now he was beginning to doubt John. He'd just wanted to be rough with someone. How could Alex not have seen it before?
"God I'm so STUPID." He growled, grabbing a fistful of sheets.

Mike grit his teeth. John had hurt Alex and Alex let him because he thought it would help him. Mike would make John pay for this.
He looked at Alex and sigh.
"The bastard hurt you?"