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Cody’s voice rang through the arena, shouting about Legacies and Apex Predators. The crowd cheered, screaming the name that ran cold terror down Jey’s spine.

Randy Orton.

To some degree he should be pleased, right? They needed a fifth member for WarGames and Cody delivered. He lost the advantage match, and as much as he probably won’t be forgiving himself for that, having Randy on their side will even the odds considerably.

But…

The list of people Roman (and by extension Jey) has wronged over the years is long, and Randy might be at the top of it for how dangerous he is.

The sting of his defeat against Drew tonight is already proof of his past catching up to him, not to mention that he’s done the same or worse to everyone on his WarGames team.

In this loud booming ring, surrounded by lights and the crowd and the people he should be able to trust to have his back, Jey is afraid.

He stares down at the mat, trying to compose himself, trying to keep his breathing under control as beads of sweat roll down his face. He can’t do this right now, not out here where everyone can see, but he feels out of control even in his own body and it just makes him panic more.

Suddenly he feels a hand in his, grounding him, and he’s pulled into a tight hug with his face buried in warm flannel. The scent of Sami is all around him and it pulls him back to earth.

The embrace is brief, gotta keep up appearances for the crowd, but it helps considerably and Jey feels steadier on his feet now.

“You good, uce?” Sami asks, eyes full of worry and concern.

He nods, putting on a grin that he’s sure doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

They make it through the end of the show, Cody taking the lead for the most part in hyping the crowd up for the show this weekend. Despite the decision he made in bringing Orton back, he is grateful for Cody’s showmanship in that he doesn’t have to talk much before they finally head backstage.

As soon as they pass through the curtain, Sami’s hand is warm and steady in his own again. Their shoulders knock together as they navigate the dark hallways to their designated locker room for the evening.

People come up to them, producers with questions, compliments from some of the other members of the Raw roster, but Cody and Seth field them all, brushing everyone off with ease until they reach the locker room. Cody shuts the door behind them all and Sami immediately wraps Jey into his arms.

Safe again in the arms of his beloved, Jey’s hard mask breaks down. Tears leak from his eyes, falling and wetting the soft fabric of Sami’s shirt. Sami’s hands rub soothing circles into his back, but it only does so much as Jey’s mind continues to race.

Jus’ like las’ year, lost the advantage so they gon’ send me out first, just like Roman did. Everybody knows ‘m the weak link in this group. Main Event my ass, don’ mean shit when I can’t deliver when it matters. Don’ know how they all trust me after what I done. Jus’ a matter a time ‘fore they turn on me or I turn on them- and Orton? No way I ain’t gonna take an RKO in the near future.

His inner monologue races, drowning out the voices around him.

There’s additional pressure around him, either Seth or Cody hugging him from behind. And he knows it should make him feel better, that his friends are willing to comfort him when he’s upset, but it makes the guilt inside of him for his past mistakes even worse.

Jey’s breathing quickens and he can feel panic creeping in. He tries to open his mouth to tell them he needs air, but his tongue feels glued to his mouth.

Suddenly the pressure eases, the contact reduced to just Sami’s hand on his cheek, and his voice cuts through the noise in his head.

“Jey, sweetheart, talk to me?” The look of worry is evident on Sami’s face, but his tone is calm and soothing. “How about some slow breaths? Breathe with me, baby.”

Sami takes some slow exaggerated breaths and Jey puts all his focus on Sami’s lips, copying him and taking in slow drags of air until he doesn’t feel like he’s falling apart anymore.

Cody and Seth are hovering behind Sami, concern on their features.

“Better, Uce?” Cody asks.

Jey nods. “Sorry-“

Sami cuts him off, “You don’t have a single thing to apologize for, Jey.”

Jey sighs and gives him a small smile. “Yeah alright, boo.”

“Wanna tell us what happened out there, pal?” Seth asks, his brow furrowed.

Jey shrugs, “Don’ know, man. Just- I let y’all down tonight. An’ knowin’ that Randy comin’ back, like I appreciate it Cody, I do, but-“

“You’re worried he’ll turn on us.” Cody finishes.

He nods, “An’ that’s gon’ be on me too. Me n’ Jim, we put the hurt on ‘im back then, he ain’t jus’ gon’ forget that.”

Cody hums thoughtfully. “If that happens, we’ll deal with it.” He takes a few slow steps closer to where Jey sits and puts a cautious hand on Jey’s shoulder.

Jey winces, but allows the touch. Cody’s other hands joins it, rubbing into his shoulders and giving him a massage. “And what we gon’ do for the match, you gon’ have me go first?”

Sami’s face turns sour and he frowns, knowing where his train of thought is going, but Seth interrupts before he can speak.

“If you want to to prove a point, sure, but we’re not gonna make you go first.” Seth kneels beside Jey, hands resting lightly on his thigh, inches away from the exposed skin of his belly.

“We’re not Roman, uce.” Cody says, bending down to press a brief kiss to the top of Jey’s head. “We’re not gonna punish you for losing tonight, you know that right?”

Jey feels relief wash over him, the tension that he’s been holding melts away under their touches. He goes to speak but his eyes are brimming again with tears and he closes his mouth and just nods.

Sami brushes a few tears away with his thumbs. “Let us take care of you tonight, mon chou"

He takes a deep breath in, fighting against the urges inside of him that tell him to flee, that showing emotion like this will make them think he’s weak, that everyone in this room will turn on him and leave him in the end and what good is it to pretend anything different. But Sami has never led him astray, and he’s been happier these last few months than he has been in a long time, and Jey is so tired of being afraid.

“Please?” Jey looks at each of them in turn; Sami who’s eyes hold so much love, Seth who looks at him with hunger, and Cody with his hands still firmly holding him. He can’t believe how lucky he really is.

With his permission now, there are hands all over Jey’s skin. Cody resumes giving him a deep shoulder massage, bending down to press soft kisses to his skin as he goes. Seth’s fingers dance up his thigh and roam along his stomach with light and teasing pressure, getting close to his nipples but not quite.

Sami stands, running his hands up to move through Jey’s hair, gently scritching at his scalp.

It’s overwhelming for Jey, but in a good way. He feels safe and comfortable enough to give up the reigns and let them do as they wish.

Jey dips his head back, exposing his neck to Sami and hoping that his lover understands what he wants.

As usual, Sami reads his mind, bringing his lips to the delicate skin of Jey’s neck, peppering it with soft kisses before he bites down gently on his pulse point.

Seth deliberately makes a pass over both of Jey’s nipples with his thumbs, and the sensation causes him to let out a low moan, sinking his head back even further as his mouth goes slack and he feels his dick stirring in his still on ring gear.

Cody laughs behind him, “Maybe we oughta take this back to the hotel, eh boys?”

Jey looks back at him, eyes pleading. “Yea, Uce. Sounds good.”

“I bet it does, we’re gonna treat you right, baby doll.” Seth lets out his signature cackle.

Jey can feel the heat of the blush in his cheeks as Sami’s hand finds his again and helps him to his feet. Sami presses a kiss to his cheek and murmurs, “You deserve it, Jey.” ----- Thank you for reading!

They arrive at a nearby hotel, downtown and close to the arena. Jey’s fingers drum against his thigh as they walk through the lobby, filled with nervous energy.

Cody’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into a quick side hug. “C’mon Uce, get outta your head.”

Jey smiles, “Yea, you right.”

“Oh we’re gonna get him out of his head alright,” Seth adds, pulling out a keycard as they get into the elevator and hitting the button for the top floor.

Sami bats at Seth’s shoulder, shushing him before he takes Jey’s hand, entwining their fingers together, and bringing Jey’s hand to his lips to kiss it.

“Okay, Jey?” He asks, his sweet brown eyes sparkling in the light of the elevator.

Jey nods, “Mhm, M’good boo.”

“You two can be real gross sometimes, you know that?” Seth lowers his sunglasses and fixes them with a sly grin.

“You know you love us though,” Jey responds, laughing.

Seth rolls his eyes as the elevator dings and the door opens, all of them head out and down the hall to the room. Seth uses his keycard again to get them into the door. The room is in his name with all the perks that come with being the World Heavyweight Champion (a very large bed and no neighbors to report loud noises)

Once they’re inside, Cody and Seth disappear into the bedroom while Sami directs him to leave his bags and leads him into the very large bathroom.

“You want a shower now, or wanna do that later?” Sami asks, gently unzipping and removing first Jey’s sweatshirt and then his shirt.

Jey thinks for a moment, “After’s good.”

Sami nods, “Anything you aren’t up for tonight?”

“Nah, m’okay with whatever ya want.”

Sami’s face softens, and he presses a kiss to Jey’s nose. “You remember the colors?”

Jey nods, giving him a soft smile. “Ey, Sami?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I love you,” His voice is soft in the quiet of the bathroom.

Sami sweeps him up into his arms, “Love you too, sweetheart.” He releases Jey but keeps his hands in his. “C’mon- Let’s go get Cody and Seth, don’t want them thinking I’m hogging you now.”

Jey laughs, still finding it hard to believe that he’s a commodity to be fought over, but he nods and follows Sami out of the bathroom and towards the bed where the other men are waiting.

Seth is laid back, lounging on the bed amongst a frankly absurd amount of pillows, his chest bare with only a pair of sweatpants clinging to his body.

Cody is also shirtless in a pair of joggers, hunched over as he digs in his bag. He stands as they approach, a blue blindfold hanging from his finger. Seth claps his hands in delight.

“Got a present for you, Uce, if you’re up for it?” Cody asks, and Jey feels arousal drip down his spine as his dick twitches in his pants.

His mouth feels dry, so he nods enthusiastically to get his point across before sitting at the edge of the bed.

Cody tosses the blindfold to Sami, who catches it with ease.

“Give us a minute to get settled?” Sami has a glint of mischief in his eyes that only directs more blood flow to his tightening ring pants.

Seth and Cody nod and give them some space, leaving Jey and Sami alone again.

Sami’s hands find the waistband of Jey’s pants, murmuring, “Let’s get these off, love.” Before pulling them and his underwear off in one go, leaving him bare.

Jey’s not fully hard yet, and he feels himself shrink a bit in the chilly air of the room. Embarrassment creeps in, and he brings his hands up to wipe at his face, trying to hide from the situation, but of course Sami won’t allow it.

The ginger catches Jey’s wrists in his hands and holds them away from his face.

“None of that, no need to hide from me.” Sami uses his grip on Jey’s hands to lead him around to the side of the bed. “I’m gonna put the blindfold on now, okay?”

A small whine escapes his throat in his excitement. “P-please,” Jey croaks out, trying to reclaim some of his dignity.

Sami smiles, and brushes his hand across Jey’s forehead before he lifts the blindfold over Jey’s head, delicately settling it over his eyes and making sure it’s not twisted anywhere.

As his eyes adjust to the darkness, Jey feels the cold of the room more acutely and goosebumps break out across his arms as he shivers slightly.

Sami’s hands rub up and down his arms to warm him, and Jey will never understand how this man always knows what he needs.

“Go ahead and lay back on the bed, mon chou- we’ll be right there.”

Jey follows his instructions, sitting down on the sheets and moving himself towards the center of the bed, starfishing his limbs and taking up as much space as he likes. He hears the sound of Sami’s footsteps trailing away from the bed, then silence as he cozies himself into the pillows.

The silence stretches on for what feels like minutes, and Jey starts to feel his anxieties creep back in. What if they left him here? He gets antsy and is almost ready to take the damn blindfold off, when suddenly he feels the mattress move and the sheets rustling.

“Shhhhh…. we’re here sweetheart,” He hears Sami’s voice and feels the warmth of a hand on his thigh.

Then there are hands everywhere, on his thighs, his chest, fingers on his stiff nipples, his arms, petting his hair. He can’t pin any one sensation to any of them in particular and he finds himself lost in the waves of pleasure, surrendering to his lovers.

His cock grows harder with all this attention, but the hands steadfastly avoid it and his hole, intent on exploring every other inch of his body before doing so.

Jey hears Cody’s faint laugh, Seth’s breathy sighs, and Sami humming to himself. They’re everywhere and nowhere and all over him. Jey has never felt so wholly consumed before, and they’ve only just begun.

His thighs are nudged further apart and he feels the warmth of a body settling between them, hands moving up his inner thigh and getting steadily closer to where he feels so so empty. His hands twitch and flex, reaching and digging into the sheets as he whines, until there’s hands in each of his, gently holding and guiding his wrists together and above his head. They’re kept there in a loose hold as the hands below reach the apex of his thighs.

There’s a soft click of a cap, which he barely hears above his own moans and breath, then the soft pressure of a finger barely grazing against his hole.

Jey keens, pressing his head back into the pillows and pushing his hips down fruitlessly.

Someone is petting his hair softly, and Seth’s voice comes from his left. “Shhhh, relax baby.”

He resists the urge to pout and beg, he’s not quite desperate enough for that yet. And he didn’t need to anyway.

The finger enters him abruptly, slipping inside of him in one smooth motion while a warm mouth latches onto his nipple, sucking the sensitive nub inside. Jey’s back arches up off the bed, taut like the string of a bow as he cries.

He feels each movement inside acutely, feels the digit exploring and stretching his inner walls before honing in on his prostate and rubbing against it.

Jey’s cock is rock hard and aching, the tip slowing oozing precum onto his stomach. He feels the pressure of a finger on his abs, just half an inch away from the head of his dick, dragging slowly through the sticky precum in slow teasing circles.

He feels warmth in his face and can only imagine that his face is flushed as he breathes harshly. His hands shake and the grip tightens, holding them down.

Another finger joins the one inside of him, and another groan is drawn out of him. A warm mouth on his dick, pulling off to breathe hot air onto the head. The thick warmth of a tongue against the ridge.

Lips capture his own, tongue diving inside to lick at his teeth. The fingers in his ass flex, kneading into his prostate before separating and stretching his tight inner muscles.

Warm saliva slides down the length of his straining dick from the mouth laving on his head.

Jey feels like he’s floating from pleasure to pleasure, overloaded with sensation as he’s adored and loved on. Something in him wants to hide, shy away from the attention, but he can’t listen to that voice with a third finger inside of him, the sharpness of a graze of teeth on his dick, a stinging bite into the side of his neck.

With his lips free again, he releases a long sigh. “Fffuuuuuuck,”

He hears a low chuckle overhead, and there’s a kiss pressed to his forehead.

“Doin’ real good for us, uce.” It’s Cody’s voice this time breaking the rhythm of their breaths, the slick sounds of lips on skin.

“P-please… m’ready, please-“ he’s interrupted by another deep searing kiss. There’s renewed warm wetness on his dick and he feels so full but it’s just not enough. He feels tears prickle at his eyes, threatening to fall.

Suddenly the fingers inside of him pull out, leaving him empty and wanting. His legs are hoisted up and he feels the blunt pressure of a dick near his hole and he feels a spike of panic.

“Wait- stop! S-sami,” Jey takes a gulp of breath. “Yellow. Yellow, Sami…”

All the hands leave his body, and Sami’s voice is next to him in a instant. “M’here, Jey- what’s wrong, baby?”

His heartbeat slows down as he takes some deep breaths. Shame and embarrassment flood his mind, disappointed in himself that he stopped everything for something so silly. “Sorry, sorry Sami- It’s okay, it’s fine.”

“It’s not okay if you’re not feeling it. We’ll stop if thats what you need sweetheart.”

“N-no,” Jey gets out. “I don’ wanna stop, I just-“ He brings a cautious hand to the blindfold and slowly pulls it off, blinking as his eyes adjust to the light. “I just wanted to see you…”

Cody and Seth chuckle softly from the end of the bed.

Sami’s smile is warm and so close, his hand closing over Jey’s own, taking the blindfold and chucking it behind him thoughtlessly. “Then no more blindfold. You wanna keep going?”

Jey nods, feeling a little bashful from all the attention.

“I need you to tell us what you want, Jey.” Sami cups his cheek and gives him a quick kiss, just enough to leave him wanting more.

He clears his throat, “Fuck me, Sami. Want you to fuck me, please.”

Sami kisses him again, “How about Cody and Seth, sweetheart? Don’t wanna leave them out.”

“Think I got an idea, boss,” Seth chimes in, moving towards the head of the bed, pressing a quick peck to Jey’s shoulder on the way. “How ‘bout you get on your hands and knees for us?”

Jey feels arousal run through his stomach, his dick fully hard again as he rolls himself eagerly onto his belly before clambering onto all fours.

Sami’s hand drags slowly down the back of his spine, trailing as he moves down to position himself again between Jey’s legs as Seth settles in front of his face.

Seth has one hand in Jey’s hair, tugging at the base of his skull while the other hooks into the waistband of his joggers, pulling it down and freeing his very hard dick.

Jey needs no further instruction, taking Seth into his mouth and suckling decadently on the head, filling his tongue with the taste of sweat and skin and precum.

Behind him, Sami is pressed back against his hole, his dick just barely pressing inside and teasing him. Jey groans around the dick in his mouth and presses his hips back to take more of Sami inside of him.

Sami gives his ass a light smack, just enough to sting a bit. “Patience, sweetheart.”

Thankfully he doesn’t need to be patient for long, as Sami puts a firm hand on his hip and sinks his cock inside of him, filling him completely in one smooth stroke. Jey moans with pleasure, dripping all over Seth’s dick as he relishing in the feeling of being filled so completely at both ends.

His brain is blissfully quiet, all the noise of his insecurities and guilts long gone. Just when he thinks he thinks he’s hit the precipices of pleasure, the mattress shifts underneath him and Cody’s hands are on his stomach as his lips suckle on the tip of Jey’s dick and he’s nearly ready to explode.

Overcome by pleasure, tears leak from his eyes and his fingers grip into the sheets as the tension in his stomach swells, hurtling towards the edge. Sami’s cock nails his prostate on each thrust, moving in tandem with Cody’s mouth on Jey’s dick. He feels drunk on the feel of Seth in his mouth, in his throat, the way the warm flesh twitches and dances on his tongue as he too approaches orgasm.

Sami’s voice finds him, “Let go. Cum for us, baby.”

Cody takes him deep into his throat, swallowing his cum as Jey shatters apart. Seth pulls out of Jey’s mouth, watching intently as he keeps giving Seth’s head tiny kitten licks as he pants for air.

Sami’s thrusts increase in pace until he finally stills and Jey can feel his lover emptying deep inside of him, and it causes him to twitch as an aftershock rolls through him. Cody takes pity on his oversensitive cock and lets him go.

Jey whines as Sami pulls out of him, Sami’s hands rubbing slow soothing circles into his back and murmuring about how good he did.

Seth flops down to sit against the headboard and Jey crawls to lay between his thighs, intent on finishing what he started. The brunet grins at him, his hand already lazily stroking his dick, “You know you don’t gotta, right?”

He nods, taking Seth back into his mouth anyway, allowing himself to indulge in the simple pleasure of sucking dick. Seth doesn’t last much longer, not with Jey free to bob his head and use his hands, rolling Seth’s balls gently as he sucks the man’s soul out.

Seth comes with a broken sob, fingers knotted in Jey’s curls before he pushes him off.

Jey licks his lips as he sets his sight on Cody, who’s been very patient in his supporting role this evening. The blonde laughs, opening his arms and gesturing Jey towards him. “C’mere, uce.”

He crawls to Cody, pushing him down onto his back to give him more access to his thick cock. Jey takes him into his mouth with little fanfare, stretching his lips to accommodate Cody’s girth.

Sami appears again, having retrieved some towels to clean them up. His hands wander Jey’s skin taking care of all the sweat and lube and cum Sami left behind so Jey can just enjoy sucking Cody off.

Cody’s hands dig into the sheets, his thighs are tense and shaking and Jey wants him to let go. Without missing a step, he takes one of Cody’s hands in his and guides it to his head and lets his jaw go slack, letting drool drip from his lips.

Sami chuckles, “Let loose, Cody.”

Thankfully Cody gets the memo and starts to move his hips, gently fucking his dick into Jey’s awaiting mouth. His dick isn’t particularly lengthy, just grazing the entrance to Jey’s throat, but the surrender makes him feel floaty and dreamy again.

After all their activities, Cody also doesn’t last particularly long. He pulls out, leaving Jey whining before he shoots his cum onto Jey’s face and lips.

Jey sticks his tongue out to catch some and licks around his mouth, not letting any go to waste.

Sami tuts, “And I just cleaned him up.” They all burst into giggles, soft and boneless after everything.

He takes another towel and cleans the rest of Jey’s face, pressing kisses to Jey’s forehead, cheeks and nose once he’s done.

Cody and Seth help Jey off the bed and to his feet so Sami can pull the blankets down giving them all space to climb inside the bed. Jey climbs inside first, putting himself back in the middle again before Cody and Seth get in on his left and Sami joins him on his right.

Jey’s squished in the middle, happy and warm in their tangle of limbs. “Thanks,” He mumbles into the blanket, not looking at any of them.

There’s soothing hands on his skin, reassuring him again.

“You don’t have to thank us, you deserve this jus’ by being you.” Cody says, taking one of Jey’s hands and kissing it.

Sami puts his hand on Jey’s cheek and turns his face to meet his. “We love you very much, mon chou. You’ve been through a hell of a lot these past few years but we’re here to take care of you now.”

“And we’re certainly not gonna let anybody fuck with you.” Seth adds, “Randy or otherwise.”

Jey can’t put a finger on any one emotion that rises in his chest, but he thinks they all add up to love. He falls asleep safe in the arms of his teammates and lovers, and he’s never felt more secure in his life.

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THE END! 💕💕