#kingmox

“This is all your fucking fault, King,” Mox grumbled as he unloaded gear from the box. If he wouldn’t have gotten involved, hadn’t opened his mouth, he wouldn’t be lugging around Chikara crates and making sure everything was in order.

“My fault? How the hell is this my fault?” Eddie asked as he checked the ropes. “If Claudio didn’t have such a punchable face…”

“Well, if it was his fault, he’d be here helping us instead of hanging out with Fire Ant and Chuck Taylor.”

“Well, you didn’t have to help. I had everything under control.”

“Claudio had you in a headlock and your face was turning purple. What was I supposed to do? Go get popcorn and see how long it took you to fucking pass out?” Mox slammed the trunk shut before going to tie on the turnbuckles. “Couldn’t let you get suspended again. I don’t think you want to go work at a gas station or ask your mom for money.”

“Leave my ma outta this,” Eddie growled.

“Shit, sorry.” They were both quiet for a minute before Mox spoke up again. “Everything ok?”

“Peachy.” Eddie wouldn’t look at him, but Mox knew something was bothering him. MOx wasn’t exactly the best at conveying emotion, and he had been known to skip out when people started talking about their feelings, but this was different. This was Eddie.

“What’s wrong?”

“I told you, everything is fine. For fucks sake Mox.” Eddie grumbled. Mox stared at the older man. Eddie could feel his eyes burning a hole into him. He sighed. “Really wanna know what’s wrong?”

“Yeah.” Mox nodded. He might be a hardass, and kinda a dick at times, but he did care about Eddie.

“Money’s tight at home. Ma tries to act like everything’s fine, but my brother told me all about it.” Eddie sighed. “I don’t want to give her any more of a reason to worry about me. She’s got enough on her plate, and I’m not there near enough to help.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Mox asked.

“What are you going to do? You’re not in much better shape than I am.” Eddie shrugged.

“Well, you could at least talk to me. You know I’m your friend.”

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie nodded. Mox decided to do something brave, even for him. Something that would probably result in a punch to the face.

He grabbed Eddie’s arm and pulled him to him for a kiss.

And surprisingly, the punch never came. Instead, confusion turned into understanding as Eddie kissed Mox back. After what seemed like a lifetime, but more likely was only a minute, the two separated. Eddie had a grin on his face.

“About damn time.” Eddie chuckled. “Just thought I’d have to kiss you first.”

“Did you lie about that stuff with your ma just so I’d kiss you?”

There's still body glitter on the floor, it's stuck to the curve of the walls and Mox picks it off the brickwork, brushes it off his hands down his black shirt and scowls a little when his hand still comes back sparkling. "Why does he use that fucking stuff on them?" Mox complains to himself, shoulder pressing into the wall as he wanders through the rest of the corridors. The door is perfectly polished, decorated with stained nail polish and faded fingerprints of the strippers around the door and Mox can hear the pulse of music just behind the door; there's laughter and the sound of zips undoing and he picks up on Eddie's voice, low and gruff over it all as if he's perfectly trained to pick up on his voice. The door opens quickly and Mox grins just a little when he slides into Eddie’s make up room.

"Beat it cole" Mox pushes his thumb over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow when Cole's lips part; they're half painted and Eddie's knee is pressed into the curve of her bare thighs, hand holding her head still and when they make eye contact, Eddie just rolls his eyes and swats Cole away. Mox watches her scamper away, grumbling under her breath and when she slams the door behind her, Mox can't help the laugh that slips through his bitten lips.

Eddie frowns just a little, "Ya can't be in here toots" He tells him and it's the same joke that he does every time Mox appears without permission, holding his arms up either side of his body and pushing his hands forwards as if trying to push Mox away, like he was a bad smell. "I'm busy! We're gonna be opening soon and if these guys ain't picture perfect it's my head on the chopping block" He wipes down the chair and Mox watches how the leather polishes and the cleaning solution pools in little white bubbles. "So Shoo!" Eddie swats at him again with the wet cloth and Mox just grabs it, shaking it a little in his hands.

He shakes his head, leans against the wall and watches his boyfriend. "We've got loads of time!" He flashes a grin and Eddie checks his watch, lifts it up to his ear and clicks his tongue. "I want a cig, gimme one." Mox takes his place in the make up seat, kicks his feet up on Eddies and tips his head over the back of the chair to watch him. "I know ya got some."

"Yeah, I got some toots." Eddie nods over to his jacket, slumped over the counter. He turns his back to Mox, washes make up brushes in the sink and Mox just watches from his space in the makeup chair, arms folded and shoulders hunched around his ears. "Ain't you gonna grab them?" Eddie asks after a few beats of silence and the groan that slides out of Mox's throat is stubborn and almost childish, Eddie listens to the distinct thump of his boots against the floor and soon there's the crinkle of leather and the click of ignition and then the smell of smoke fills the room. "Not in here dickhead!" Eddie thumbs Mox in the arm and the two of them stare at one another before laughter fills the room. "Ya still ain't allowed in here"

Mox rolls his eyes, leans against the counter and scoffs. "Regal won't mind. He wont know if ya dont snitch dickhead" He blows smoke out his nose with his words and it pools around Eddie's face for a few seconds before he waves it away. "Ya want some? It was the last one in the pack."

Eddie shoves his jacket to the side, pulls the cigarette out of Mox's mouth and tucks it snugly between his lips. "Course I want some asshole. They are mine." He blows smoke back out against Mox's lips and the two of them smile. Eddie holds the cigarette between his hands as if it's something easily broken and a lot less dangerous than what it really is. Ash collects on the floor and Mox smothers it out against his boots and he lets Eddie feed the cigarette back into his mouth. They share the cigarette and spit until it's just a nub between their fingers.

"You're such an asshole, of course ya would take my last cig." Eddie tosses the box into the trash, shakes the last of the ash onto the curve of Mox's hand and the hiss that shoves through the air is enough to make Eddie manhandle Mox over to the sink. "Ya stupid asshole! Why'd ya put your hand there?!" He snaps. Mox steps on his foot and Eddie pins his arm against the sink, soaks his hand under cold water until the swear words drop out of Mox's mouth. "Let me see" Eddie says and he slides his body off Mox's back, pretends not to notice the whine that slips between Mox's bitten lips and he sits him down. "It shouldn't blister, you're gonna have a wicked scar though." He hums.

Eddie purposely ignores that Mox is hard in his black jeans, focuses hard enough on bandaging his bruises until Mox starts squirming, frowning a little. "I'm not gonna fuck ya after you got hurt, youre such a weirdo." And Eddie's chuckling at the way that Mox scowls at him, pulls his hands away and shrinks back into the chair like a grumpy toddler and Eddie just rolls his eyes. "We're workin!"

"SO!" Mox's voice raises louder over the music and Eddie clamps his hand over his mouth, He studies Mox's blue eyes and glances at the door.

"Because we could get caught and I need this job Jon!" Eddie complains, sinks back into his chair and pulls his hand back before Mox can sink his teeth into the fat of his palm. He wipes his hand down his shirt and puts his feet up on the foot rest of the makeup chair. His knees press into Mox's and the two of them just stare at one another until Eddie clicks his tongue in frustration. "I'll give ya a wank but you've gotta clean up ya own cum. And don't get it on my nice clean chair!"

Mox's eyes light up with a specific sort of energy that makes Eddie lean back in his chair. Mox is quick to scramble out of his jeans, leaving them around his ankles and Eddie chuckles lightly. "Always so eager, if people knew how much of a whore ya really are." His voice hums out under the pulsing music and Mox snuggles himself back into the comfort of the leather and Eddie slides his chair over to the side. They lay together for a few moments, kissing one another and it's all clashing teeth and bitten lips and the smell of blood mixes with the last of the smoke. 

Eddie kisses Mox, strokes a hand down his face and scratches the back of his neck like a dog until he's panting in his mouth and Eddie slides into the makeup chair with Mox. They're pressed into one another; Mox's elbow presses into Eddie's ribs and he's quick to shove Mox's boxers down around his ankles as well. "Remember if we get caught I'm gonna swing for ya."

"Yeah yeah whatever" Mox flails his hand, pulls Eddie into another kiss and moans into his open mouth, spits his pleasure onto the fat of his twitching tongue and Eddie regergitates it back into his palm. He strokes Mox off quickly, squeezes the top of his head and Mox lets his eyes close slowly and matches Eddie's movements with lazy thrusts into the tight circle of his hands. There's the scrape of the heels of his work boots clawing at the leather and the low grunt of Eddie's own pleasure and the click of his wrist.

The smell of sex fills the room and Mox opens his mouth, taking in quick hits of it off the air. It's almost like it's addictive because soon he's spilling over Eddie's knuckles and dripping onto the floor.There's cum on his boots when he finally blinks his eyes open. The two of them stay together for moments before Eddie kneels around the pool of cum to wipe Mox up with a dirty tissue. There's streaks of lipstick on the side of his cock when Mox tucks himself back into his boxers.

"I told ya to clean up!" Eddie throws a package of wipes at Mox, sighs when it drops at his feet. "You can't catch and you're meant to protect us around here?" He pokes his tongue out and Eddie chuckles softly. He shakes his head softly before turning his back on Mox. He watches Mox kneel on the floor, scrubbing the linoleum until the puddle of cum disappears and the smell of bleach fills the room.

"Now will you fuck off?" Eddie asks tiredly.

Mox raises two fingers to his temple and salutes. "Yeah whatever later." The door opens and slams closed and Mox leaves Eddie, tossing stained wipes into the nearby trash bin and patting down his pockets, searching for a stray cigarette.

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there was a winner's room clause in the elite/bcc match and eddie insisted on taking the punishment ALONE if they lost.

He takes his sweet time dicking around backstage, double-checking with medical, taking a LONG shower, even stealing some of the bucks' Pretty Boy hair and skin products and wasting almost all of them... But he's still first in the room, and he still waits a hell of a long time all alone. Takes a nap. Wakes up, still alone. Finally, Yuta shows up. Takeshita shows up. Umino. Even Bryan, in a brace and a sling-- and finally it makes sense, how long it took. He's BCC too, after all, they couldn't start without him.

And then they run through the basic preamble. Hard limits. Safewords. Silent signals. (as if half of them don't already know him, don't already know all these things)

Without Mox. Without Claudio. (they know him better than anyone)

They never come.

He wants to ask where they are.

He almost asks, when Bryan orders everyone to strip. Almost asks, when Takeshita touches him and he flinches (and hates himself for looking so fucking weak). Gives up on asking when Yuta joins in, and Bryan just settles in to watch and get himself off.

He fought for mox. He fucking protected him. He's not here, like it didn't mean a fuckin thing to him. This was all for him.

It was about Claudio, too. Claudio should be here, all smug and superior, and even he didn't fucking bother. Like he's too good. Like Eddie isn't good enough. Like he's not even worth rubbing in his victory. It's not even worth it to make him suffer.