Chuck Taylor Fics & Oneshots (18+)

More Than Best Friends? PT. 3

Trent didn't even miss a step! An amazing victory on his return to Dynamite!" Tony announced on commentary, Chuck, Orange, and I celebrating with Trent in the ring as he won his returning match, looking as if he was never injured.

Trent was the center of attention for the night and he definitely deserved it. All of us happy to hear as soon as we entered backstage.

"Hey Trent, Lexi is waiting for you to do a solo interview asking about your victory and returning," A stage crew member called out.

"Our boy is getting all the spotlight tonight!" Chuck smiled, patting his back.

Since Trent and Chuck were the real tag team of our small friend group, I gave Trent a quick hug, saying, "You looked like a million bucks out there, man! Have fun in the spotlight tonight. I'll be back in the locker room!"

"We won't be too far behind you," Trent huffed, returning my hug before I went off.

I just sat back in our locker room, playing on my phone and it wasn't long till I was no longer alone, Chuck being the one to return first.

"Hey," He smiled, closing the door slowly.

We hadn't been alone with one another since the night in my hotel room. And it wasn't that things were awkward between us, it was the fact that the sexual tension was just so strong and it was like, there was this magnet force between us, wanting to bring us together and it grew stronger by the day.

"Hey," I smirked, sitting up straight.

"I know that we really haven't had any time alone ever since the other night, but I-" Chuck began, not sure how to explain his feelings but I tried to help when I stood up saying:

"It's okay, Chuck. If I wasn't okay with it, it would have never happened."

"I know, it's just-" Chuck began again but choking on his words.

From the way Chuck was reacting, it was like he never been intimate with a girl ever in his life and even though we had that bit of intimacy, he was still my friend, one of my best friends and I tried to help as best as I could.

I approached him slowly, taking both his hands, sighing as I met his gaze, "Chuck, you know that you can tell me anything. You may not have the right words, but I'm sure I'll understand."

"To hell with words," Chuck whispered, acting quickly as he held my face in his hands, kissing me.

Quickly, I kissed him back hard, both of us beginning to lose control a bit, especially whenever I pushed him up against the closet door, our bodies glued together, tongues beginning to dance together.

Before we both knew it, we were tugging at each other's clothes, ready for another round of action, but then we heard:

"Dude, where the hell did Y/N and Chuck go?"

Chuck and I both stopped what we were doing when he heard Trent in the hall, his voice getting closer and closer.

Our eyes met quickly, a bit worried but then a devilish smile appeared on Chuck's face, then he grabbed my hand, pulling me into the closet.

"Chuck!" I giggled quietly, standing against the wall in the closet.

We got in there just in the nick of time because then the door to the locker room opened, Trent saying:

"They're not in here either, Cass."

Chuck and I were laughing quietly and once Trent stopped wondering about us, Chuck's body came right after mine again.