Golden {UE ONESHOT BOOK}

Tounge

🔥 {Strong x Cole}
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Adam didn't need anyone to tell him what the look Roddy was giving him across the table in the Undisputed Era locker room meant.

Before they even touched, he could feel Roddy's strong hands finding their way up the sleeve of the hideous Black uniform Jackets Triple H made them wear to wrap around his wrists. When answering a question, Roddy's voice had the edge he knew so well, his words tense with the frown that pulled the light scar that Adam was getting used to seeing against his fair features. Adam knew how that same voice sounded when whispering nonsense breathlessly against his ear.

By the time the room cleared, he was being led wordlessly to an empty dark office, the door opening with a click and closing when Roddy pushed Adam hard against it before Roddy's mouth was on his.

Somewhere between landing iN WWE and After the last war games when they defeated Pat, they had started this thing between them. Perhaps it was comfort, but it felt deeper. Like a natural progression of the tension Adam had be feeling since Roddy came back to him.

There was no dating or seduction, just Adam and Roddy, neck-in-neck, letting off pent-up sexual frustrations against each other any place they could on the NXT performance center. Empty Offices, In an empty ring, the back of that stupid kid Pats car (that was Adam's personal favorite), their lockeroom when Kyle and Bobby weren't there- anywhere worked and with the kiss came the electric tingles, the desire to compete.

Roddy kissed like he fought, rough and all instincts. Adam's long legs wrapped around his waist, allowing Roddy to pull his free hand from his waist and cup Adam's face, tilting his head and pulling his chin to force his jaw open as Roddy licked into his mouth lewdly. The moan that Adam released was animalistic as he rutted himself against the Tacky Fabric of Roddy's ring wear.

Wrestling had taught Adam that time was relative, but if he ever got the chance he would absolutely go back in time to tell his 15-year-old self that his darkest masturbation fantasies would eventually come true and he would get to routinely make out with Rodrick fucking Strong all over the NXT performance center. He was torn from the thought when Roddy pulled his hair and pushed his rapidly growing erection against Adam's thigh.

He felt Roddy lean closer, tangling their tongues together in messy, open-mouthed kisses. Grinding up against him, Adam let out a needy moan against his mouth. It was so desperate, but he couldn't bring himself to care. His head was hazy and full of all the things he wants Roddy to do with his mouth. 

Roddy pulled back, leaving Adam's mouth open, a trail of saliva between them like a spider's thread. Adam wants to whimper but is interrupted by Roddy pushing his thumb inside his mouth, which Adam sucked slowly, pulling a groan from the other boy. He hasn't worn those ratty fingerless gloves in months and Adam loves how delicate his fingers are. These were the hands of a warrior, the hands of a NXT champion, the hands that helped Adam helped to create the Undisputed Era.

"Adam..." he hissed pushing another finger into his mouth and Adam loved how often Roddy said his name. Whether it's on the battlefield or slightly irritated by his jokes - nobody said his name like Roddy did, and Adam loves it. He watches the look Roddy gives him between long, dark eyelashes and sucks wetly, wanting to wreck him entirely.

He let out a breathy moan around the digit as Roddy adjusted him against the door, pressing him harder before letting go of Adam entirely so he can undo the collar of his god awful Jacket, freeing his chest and neck. His skin prickled into gooseflesh at the sudden chill and Adam activated his core muscles to keep from falling.

"Roddy," he managed when Roddy pulls his hand away from his mouth to better hold Adam against the door. "What are-ooh!"

Adam felt a hot breath against his neck, then the hard brush of lips burning as they made contact with his neck. Roddy's hands run through his hair, the kisses growing harder and more urgent. Another hand slide around his waist and pulls him close to his body. He kisses down Lance's freckled shoulders, sucking hard right underneath his collarbone, leaving a bruise.

"Fuck, Roddy!!" Adam hissed, bucking up against him and the other boy chuckled, kissing softly against the bruising skin. "I said no marks!"

"The uniform will cover it," is all he says before pressing his tongue hard on the skin before leaving more marks down his thin neck.

If there was one good thing about the hideous uniforms that did nothing for Adam's complexion or figure, it was the high collars.

Adam lowered his legs to the floor, knees still shaky as he stared at Roddy, and in the darkness of the closet, he can see the blown out pupils his Dark brown irises, framed around dark hair that's grown to be completely unruly during their travels. At all is trying to be indifferent, not needing someone with an ego like Roddy's know how much power he has over him.

Adam doesn't lean in, not wanting to make it easy or seem too keen. Then Roddy brushed his bangs back from his brow and moved in so close Adam can feel his breath against his face again. Their forehead touch, bodies pressed together warm. He allowed himself to close his eyes, and only for a second does he give himself permission to think that this is anything more than it is.

Lean body pressed up against him, Adam feels the warmth and already his mind has placed their lips together. But instead, Roddy leaned in to caress his neck, slow and gentle. He's making him wait and Adam can hardly bear it. He wanted Roddy's lips now, he needed his kisses and affection. It's fleeting, it's temporary, but right then it was all they could have.

"Roddy..." he whispered because he knows Roddy will always answer. They're each other's first choice until there was a better one. Adam wonders how much longer they have until that happens.

Then Roddy cupped his face in his hands and gave Adam the only thing he can.