Chapter Eight

High Lord Crossbody vs. The Rolling Rimmer (Part 2)

Vince

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snarled to Crossbody the moment he entered his dressing room, where I’d already been waiting.

He jumped at the sight of me, then stiffened, the muscles in his arms and shoulders swelling as his hands clenched into fists.

“Do you know how fucking dangerous that was?” I yelled at him before he could answer. “You could have hurt me for real, Crossbody. What the fuck is your problem?”

“I would never have hurt you,” he said in a clipped voice, jaw clenching as he strode to the small cupboard and pulled out a towel to dab the sweat from his face. “I know what I’m doing.”

“If you knew what you were doing, you’d know that you don’t fucking go off-script,” I shouted. “We rehearse for a reason. You can’t just start doing whatever the fuck you want in the ring. It’s fucking dangerous.”

“I know what I’m doing,” he snarled again, flinging the towel to the floor as he stalked closer and glared at me. “Get over it, Vince. You lost.”

“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” I yelled, my head pounding with fury and frustration. “Holt could fire you for being a liability. Was it really fucking worth it, you asshole? Just to get a win over me that wasn’t even real ?”

“It was real, though.” His lips spread into a vicious smile, showing off his short fangs. “I pinned you for real. If you’d broken free you could’ve continued the match as planned, but you couldn’t do it.”

“Fuck you,” I snarled, stepping closer so my heaving chest brushed his. We were both covered in sweat from our match, heat pumping off of us. “Fuck you, you fucking asshole. God, I can’t fucking stand you.”

“I can’t stand you either,” he snarled back.

“Oh yeah? You didn’t seem to mind me when you were choking on my dick,” I heard myself say, wanting to make him feel small. Pathetic. “Couldn’t swallow my cum fast enough.”

Two angry spots of colour bloomed on his cheeks. “Shut up.”

“You were moaning like a fucking whore for it,” I said in a rough, mean voice. “Did it make you feel better to pin me, Crossbody? Make you feel all big and powerful instead of the desperate, pathetic slut you are?”

“Shut. Up,” he said again, his breaths shallowing, that flush spreading down his neck and over his heaving chest.

“Can’t find someone willing to fuck you?” I continued in a condescending voice, because I could see that I was getting to him, even though my gut churned with guilt as the cruel words tumbled from my mouth. I knew I was going too far—being too much of an asshole, even to him—but I was so fucking angry. So I kept going. “You have to settle for the guy you hate just to get a cock in your mouth?”

“I do hate you,” he snarled. “I fucking despise you. The thought of what happened makes my skin crawl.”

“I don’t believe you.” I smirked up at him. “I think you loved it. I think you loved me calling you a dirty little cumslut and fucking your throat. I think you want to do it again.”

“I’d rather cut off my own hands than touch you again,” he snarled.

“Then why are you hard?” I jerked my chin down at the erection pressing into my stomach, pulling his tiny briefs taut.

His entire face turned deeper purple in a rush as he stumbled back.

“It’s adrenaline,” he snapped, his voice wavering a little. Then he blurted, “You’re hard too.”

“No I’m fucking no—” I looked down and froze when I saw my dick straining against my silver shorts, trapped uncomfortably in my jock. Jerking my head back up, I glared at him in fury. “Yeah, well, it’s just adrenaline. Like you said.”

“Get the fuck out of my dressing room, Burke.” His face was still flushed with anger and embarrassment.

“Make me,” I heard myself say, taking a threatening step closer.

He did the same. “I will.”

“Do it then.”

“I will.”

When he didn’t move, I laughed roughly and gave his chest a tiny shove. “Where’s all the fucking confidence you had when you were pinning me in the ring? Make me fucking leave.”

He shoved me back, then kept on shoving me until I stumbled and landed on my ass on the couch. His nostrils were flaring with his furious, ragged breaths, lips peeled back from his teeth. And his dick was still hard.

So was mine.

“What are you going to do?” My heart was beating even faster than it had been in the ring. “Suck my dick even worse than last time to get rid of me?”

“I made you come so hard your legs were shaking,” he snarled, looming over me.

“No, I made myself come.” I shot him a vicious smile. “You were just the hole I used.”

His dick bucked in his briefs, and then he was suddenly climbing aggressively on top of me, straddling my lap and shoving my shoulders back into the couch. His wings snapped open wide behind him, shivering rapidly with his anger.

“I hate you,” he rasped, breathing hard as he stared down at me.

“I hate you too,” I said right back, making no effort to shove him off without knowing why.

My heart was thudding hard and fast. My scalp was tingling. Without thinking about it, I shifted my hips beneath him and had to grit my teeth to hold back a sound when my throbbing cock brushed against his through thin fabric.

Crossbody’s breath caught, his fingers trembling on my shoulders. His pupils dilated, lips parted around his shallow breaths.

I had no fucking idea what I was doing as I watched myself reach up and fist his sweat-damp hair, gripping it tight. His breath hitched again, a shudder running through his lean body.

“You want to do it again, don’t you?” I heard myself rasp.

“N-no,” he said, his voice wavering with uncertainty.

“Yes, you do. You want to get on your knees and suck my cock like the slut you are.”

His little fangs sank into his lower lip, gaze darting to my mouth. “Y-you don’t get to talk to me like that.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I drawled, my voice growing rougher and deeper, my cock beginning to leak in my shorts. “And I think if I wanted to shove my dick down your throat again, you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

“No,” he breathed with absolutely no conviction, his hips starting to rock, dragging his cock against mine.

“I think you like being a little slut for me, don’t you?”

He whimpered, fingers flexing against my shoulders as some of the aggressive tension bled from his frame, making him more pliant and submissive on top of me.

I used my tight grip on his hair to give his head a light jostle, and his breath caught as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

“ Don’t you?” I repeated when he didn’t answer me.

His fangs sank back into his lower lip as he nodded, grinding his cock against mine desperately now. My gut lurched with arousal, making my dick jerk against his.

“Look at you,” I rasped. “So fucking desperate for it, you’re humping me like a dog.”

Crossbody moaned breathlessly, moving his hips faster, which made me fist the waistband of his briefs with my free hand and urge him to keep grinding against me as my breaths grew ragged.

Shit. What the fuck was I doing?

I should stop.

We should stop.

This was fucking weird. It couldn’t be healthy.

Crossbody made another tiny, desperate sound. One of his hands slid along my shoulder to thread through my hair. I had to hold back a groan at the feel of those long, elegant fingers touching me.

“You going to come in your panties, Crossbody?” I smirked, unable to take my eyes off him as he panted with lust, his hooded eyes glazed over with pleasure and almost completely closed.

His head fell back when I arched my hips beneath him, letting him grind against me fully. I could feel my cock leaking copiously into my shorts, and when I finally registered something small and solid dragging over my length, a strained grunt tore from me.

“What’s that?” I tightened my grip on his briefs to draw him to a stop. “Are you pierced?”

Crossbody whined in protest, clawing at my hair as he tried to keep rubbing his cock against me. I jostled his head again, which made him go pliant, breathing hard and fast.

“Show me,” I ordered.

Hand trembling, he reached down and peeled his tiny briefs below his cock, tucking them behind his tight sac. My dick bucked at the sight of the metal ring piercing his cockhead.

“Of course you have a prince albert.” I let out a rough laugh. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?”

He nodded desperately, then cried out when I fisted his cock and smoothed my thumb over the piercing, twisting it until the little ball sat flush against his slit. Crossbody shuddered with pleasure, hips jerking.

“Do you like to play with it?” I asked breathlessly as I started stroking his dick in a fast, punishing rhythm. “Is that what you do when you’re at home? Just lie in bed and touch yourself, wishing someone was fucking your slut throat or needy hole?”

He moaned, rutting his cock through my fist frantically. I stared at it, my balls drawing up tight. It was long and slender, flushed a dark mauve, pre-cum pouring from the tip and dripping off that piercing and onto my bare stomach.

My dick bucked aggressively, dying for some stimulation. My body started moving before my brain could catch up, shoving him sideways onto the couch and scrambling up. He didn’t fight it, just whined plaintively and gripped the couch cushions as I planted a foot on the ground for leverage and loomed over him.

A guttural moan tore from his throat when I started rutting my covered cock against his, my body moving on instinct as lust clouded my brain. He was writhing against me, one of his long legs curling around my thigh as he strained his hips up.

When I wrapped a hand lightly around his throat, his eyes rolled back in his head.

“You want me to make you come, don’t you?” I snarled unsteadily, holding back the groans that were tightening my chest.

“Please,” he panted, trembling like a leaf. “Please, please—”

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you. Maybe I should make you fucking wait for it.”

A hoarse moan tore from him as he ground his head back into the armrest, pulling his elegant neck taut beneath my fingers.

“I think you’d like it if I controlled your orgasms, wouldn’t you?” I got out, my voice practically a growl. “Didn’t let you come until I said you could. Made you wait until you were so mindless for it, you’d let me fuck you wherever we are. In front of anyone.”

His hips twitched erratically, eyes rolling back again as he started to shake wildly.

I lowered my face closer to his, my breaths snarling out of me. “Because you’re just a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Crossbody? Your highness ?”

He clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle his sobbing moan of pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as his cock flexed against mine and started pumping cum all over his stomach.

A guttural groan rumbled from my chest as I watched greedily. Before I knew what I was doing, my tongue had shot out of my mouth to lap up the cum running in rivulets over his abs. Crossbody let out a strained cry as the tip of my tongue flicked over his piercing, his hips straining up, his whole body tense and shaking before he abruptly sagged.

Gritting my teeth, I shoved my hand into my shorts and pulled out my cock, jerking it with short, fast strokes until my hips locked up and a long groan ripped from my throat. Crossbody lifted his head, breathing fast, and moaned as he peered down blearily and watched me come all over his stomach.

When the orgasm ended and the tension fled, I was breathing hard. A tremor coursed through my body, my legs shaking from the intense burst of pleasure.

The sudden silence in the room was almost overwhelming. Swallowing thickly, I dragged my gaze up his cum-streaked front to his face, not sure what the feeling in the pit of my stomach was.

How had that just happened again?

Our eyes met. His were drowsy and sated, softer than I’d ever seen them, and something twisted in my gut again. Then he stiffened. His gaze shuttered, hiding everything, becoming cold and hard.

His throat bobbed as his jaw clenched, mouth trembling slightly. “Get the fuck—”

“I’m going.” I hastily scrambled back, my hands shaking as I fumbled to tuck my softening cock into my shorts. “I’m leaving.”

“Good,” he snarled, his voice unsteady. But there was a vulnerable edge to it that kind of made me want to stay. Make sure he was alright. It felt wrong to leave him straight after that.

I stood awkwardly beside the couch as he sat up and hurriedly shoved his cock back into his briefs. My voice was hoarse when I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m fucking okay,” he snapped, keeping his head lowered. “I just want you to fucking leave.”

“Alright.” I held up my hands, then walked over to the towel he’d dropped before and awkwardly held it out. “Here.”

He snatched it from me, finally looking up to shoot me a venomous look. His legs were visibly trembling when he rose from the couch, swiping the towel angrily over his stomach, and something in my chest tightened. Made it hard for me to turn around and walk out.

I swallowed hard. “Maybe we should talk about—”

“I don’t want to fucking talk to you about anything,” he snarled. “Just leave me alone, Burke.”

A hint of frustration crept in, making me tense. “Fine.”

I finally turned and stalked to the door, pausing to make sure I couldn’t hear any voices in the hallway. I was pretty sure everyone had headed down to the arena to watch Gabe and Biff’s match, but I had no idea how much time had passed. Maybe they were done by now.

Something tugged at my navel as I opened the door and slipped out of the room, a sense of unease crawling through me. I closed the door quietly behind me but stopped, standing there as I pictured Crossbody in the room. Alone after what had just happened.

He was alone a lot of the time, come to think of it. He rarely mingled with the rest of us. He didn’t sit on the couch and talk or play video games. He didn’t make conversation when he was working out. When he was in the main room, he was usually just on the treadmill with earphones in.

Did it bother him? I’d always just assumed he liked it that way. That he thought he was too good to hang out with the rest of us.

When I heard voices getting louder through the doors to the main room, I quickly crossed the hall and went into my own dressing room. I was still unsteady as I peeled off my costume and got in the shower. My cock felt a little tender when I washed it, and it twitched in my hand as I thought about what had just happened.

With Crossbody.

Again.

Fuck.