Pre-match

"Pre-Match"

Pairing: Petey Williams x AJ Styles
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set before their match at Victory Road (04?). Just a test of pairing really.My first TNA fic.


AJ's face winced in pain as the dressing room walls rumbled around him, filled with the un tuned deep tone of 'O Canada'. The man responsible for the karaoke style drone was sat to his right, head swung back, eyes closed in concentration as he began to belt out the second chorus. AJ sat hunched over with his elbows resting on both knees, his hands flat against his ears in an attempt to drown out the awful sound. He had been slightly amused when the sing along had started more than 5 minutes ago, hell he had even encouraged him into singing the damn thing in the first place. Although the reason for that eluded him at this present time. His ears were ringing with the high volume and bum notes, and he was sure if he let this performance go on any longer he'd be deafened for life.

He thanked God that the second verse had finished, and as the breath for the chorus was held he took his chance and clamped his right hand over the offenders mouth .There was a stifled gasp as he was cut off.

"Petey I get it, You're Canadian. Doesn't mean ya have to scream the verses of the national anthem all day though!"
AJ commented, watching the Team Canada Captain sag in defeat next to him. Then the expression changed to devious, and he felt a warm tongue slide along his palm.

"Argh!" he cried, taking his hand away quickly, much to Petey's amusement. "why're you so happy tonight anyway?"

Petey leaned back against the white tiled wall with a smug grin plastered across his face, and sat stroking his goatee for a while, before reaching into his bag and lifting out the X Division title belt.
"Well, AJ. It's simple. Your ass his mine tonight, buddy..." he smirked, resting the belt over his shoulder and winking cheekily over at him," you get to feel my Canadian destroyer, pal."

AJ rolled his eyes like he always did when Petey got into his smug phase, and also leaned back against the wall."Well, maybe tonight I lose. But don't get too comfy with that belt on your shoulder...Also I believe it's you that's felt my Styles clash more actually..."

Petey for a moment was defeated, but then he shrugged, "ahhh, it's a stupid move anyway..." he mumbled, finding something interesting to look at up on the ceiling.

AJ grinned over at him, " Is that the only comeback you could manage?"

Petey started, and then turned with a cheeky grin on his face at the sound of a challenge.
"Well...It does look a lot like a backwards sex position.." he murmured, just loud enough for AJ to hear and then redden.

Petey nudged him lightly with his elbow, " Made ya blush," he said, looking over and smiling. This time it was genuine smile.

AJ stared down at his boots.
Dammit, why did he always win? It was those eyes of his, he'd give in to anything after looking into them. And Petey knew this.
Then he went and ruined the mood .Again.

"You can Styles 69 me anytime..." he whispered in his ear, leaning over. AJ buried his face in his hands, shaking his head in despair.

"You're so embarrassin..." he said into his palms.

Petey laughed, "What's the matter? It's just us AJ, no one else is around."

"You're still embarrassin."Came the muffled reply.

"Awww... I'm only playin'," he added, slipping his arm around AJ's back to hang over his left shoulder," Unless...."
He trailed off suggestively, and his tongue began to trail around AJ's ear slowly, turning into small kisses once he reached the top of his neck.
AJ knew where this was going, of course because he'd fallen under this spell far too many times beforehand. He really should have learned from past experiences by now, he figured.

"Petey....Not here..." He managed to say, which was hard enough as all he could concentrate on were the hot lips attached to his skin, gradually making there way down to his collarbone.

Petey didn't stop at this though, instead the hand over AJ's shoulder lifted to cup the side of his face while he kissed around his throat.
"...S' never stopped us before, eh?" he said in between kisses, pulling AJ's face cheek to cheek with his own. He felt the other man blush again on being reminded of their past dressing room encounters. AJ was sure he had tried to put up a fight before each and every time, and he was also sure that he'd given in far too easily back then...as He felt himself doing right now...damn, not again.

Petey pulled AJ's face to the side and drew him into a long, lazy kiss. AJ's eyes flickered shut and he leaned into Petey's touch, allowing the Canadian to slide his tongue into his mouth gently.
When they parted He found himself staring back into two beautiful, half-lidded blue eyes,which were undressing him seductively. Petey moved to cup the other side of AJ's face, and pull him into a rougher kiss, while his right hand gently pressed against his chest, easing him onto his back. AJ felt the hard wooden bench sticking into him, and made to move back up, but Petey's hand held him firmly in position while above he bruised his lips with hot, fast kisses.
After a while he forgot above the uncomfortable bench, Petey felt him relax beneath him and grinned as he kissed him again.
In one swift motion he lifted himself up and then lowered his body to straddle AJ's waist, giving a gruff chuckle as he heard AJ squeak in surprise beneath him.
"Now there's no escape my little AJ.." he said with a slight lick of his lips.
AJ's face contorted.
"Little?!You're one to tal-!"
Petey cut him off mid-sentence and pressed his lips hard into AJ's.
"No more talking," he hushed as he pulled away, leaning forward to pin AJ's hands above his head with his own.

Despite the most uncomfortable position he was now in, AJ had no choice but to remain where he was, pinned down by the Canadian's strong thighs. He couldn't say he minded though, not in the least. Not when those hips began to grind down against his own, causing the most delicious friction between them both. He didn't even have time to think as Petey's kisses decended on him, melting from fast and frantic to slow and sensual at random.

He felt one of Petey's hands move slowly downwards, sliding over his chest, briefly rubbing over one of his nipples. He gave a small gasp and felt the other mans lips curve into a smile against his own. If there was one thing Petey loved, it was making the normally innocent and naive AJ Styles moan aloud in pleasure. It was such a contrast to his wholesome image, and he felt himself get harder at this thought.
His hand continued it's journey down, raking ever so slightly over AJ's sculpted abs, before reaching between them both. AJ let out an almost shy sounding groan as Petey's fingers slipped under his trunks to curl around his growing erection. His hips bucked ever so slightly at the simple motion, and his cheeks began to flush a little as his hand slid slowly along his length.

"Mmm.. I love it when you blush like that, " Petey growled, nipping lightly around AJ's neck.

He paused, much to the disappointment of AJ, and sat back to survey the situation. Balancing with one hand on the tiled wall next to him, he leaned back to root through his bag behind him, snatching something out of it. He returned to his position.
AJ watched the lube being held in Petey's right hand, and a slightly concerned look appeared on his face.

"Petey, we have a match like... Real soon! We won't have time-"

"Are you telling me you seriously want me to stop?" Petey cut him off with a grin, flipping the lid on the tube, his tongue poking out a little.

AJ remained silent, awkwardly looking about him for something to stare at. Petey gave a gruff laugh, bringing AJ's attention back to him.

"I thought not, well we'll just have to be quick won't we? I know the previous match will be ending soon, so we might have company..." He teased as AJ's face contorted in horror, worried at the prospect of being discovered in this compromising position.

Petey stood up over the bench and picked AJ up so he was standing too, turning him around to push him down onto his stomach.
"Nah, don't worry 'bout it, It's never happened so far, right?"

"There's always a first time..." AJ mumbled nervously, his accent thickening with worry.

Despite they're continued argument, Petey was thusfar ignoring all of AJ's protests, not about to stop what his was intending to do at this stage.
He quickly peeled the blue nylon trunks off of AJ, leaving him completely naked apart from his elbow pads and boots. He took his own trunks and slid them down so they rested around his thighs. He held out one hand and squeezed some of the liquid onto his fingers.
AJ led cheek to the cool wood of the bench, waiting as Petey lifted the bottom half of his body, spreading his legs further apart with his other hand. He let out a little squeak as he felt a well lubed finger slide up inside him. It remained there for a little while before it was joined by a second finger, gently stretching him.

The silence of the locker room was broken only just, Petey's fingers twisting and pushing, searching for that spot inside AJ that would break the quiet completely. With his next press he found it.
AJ's hips bucked suddenly into his touch, and the most uncharacteristic moan escaped his lips, much to Petey's delight.He brushed against it again.
He watched AJ's head drop into his palms as he shuddered beneath him, sucking in a breath. He turned his head slightly, and Petey caught the impatient look in his eye. Probably out of both arousal and anxiousness, it was a signal to hurry-the-fuck-up-back-there. Only AJ would never say the 'F'word. Petey hadn't yet succeeded in prising that one out of him, even when he was pounding him into oblivion, like he was planning to do right now.

Applying more lube he slid in a final third finger, allowing AJ to adjust before scissoring all three in a gentle motion. Removing his fingers he positioned himself closer to AJ, sliding the top of his cock against his ass. He heard AJ grunt between his teeth in frustration, and with one hand he pushed gently down on the middle of his back. AJ's body slid frontwards down only, his cheek pressed sideways onto his arms, which were folded one over the other on top of the bench.

If this had been a different place or time Petey would have stopped a while to enjoy AJ in such a position in front of him, but as it was they really didn't have any time at all.Knowing this he held AJ's hips with both hands and slid into him, fully but slowly. AJ's body tensed a little, but relaxed shortly afterwards. His fingers gripped the wood of the bench beneath him, but still no more than a low groan would escape his lips.
Petey saw this as a blatant challenge. Nevermind that they were in the open locker room at a PPV, he wanted AJ moaning and cursing below him like never before.

Throwing the slow pace out of the window his next thrust was hard and fast, and his fingernails dug into the soft skin around AJ's hips. He watched AJ's eyes widen with each piston-like thrust, his teeth visibly gritting together as he grunted under the force. Petey pulled the hairband from his hair, letting his brown curls fall around his face as he leaned forward, resting one hand on the bench by AJ's elbow. He bit his lip with a moan as he began his pumping motion again, altering the angle of his hips every now and then, trying to find that spot again as AJ squirmed beneath him.

"How's that feel, AJ?" Petey said, purposely giving a throaty gasp, trying to coax something similar from his partner.It wasn't that AJ didn't enjoy any of it, he knew he did. He just wasn't very vocal about it.

AJ just whimpered.

Petey angled his hips and thrust harder, moving them both forwards slightly.
"What was that?"

He thrust again, pounding full force against his prostate and AJ arched. Reaching around swiftly Petey began to stroke AJ's cock with each well positioned thrust.
There was a few more seconds of grunting and breathing. Then there it was.

AJ's face fell flat against the cool bench. His eyes slipped shut and he opened his mouth, letting out the most wanton, husky moan Petey had ever heard.He wanted it again. With his next thrust and stroke he got it, AJ's fingers curling around the wood of the bench as he gasped the canadian's name desperatley.

Petey felt his knees weaken a little at that, and he rose back up to grasp his hips, letting his head drop back a little as he groaned aloud.

With AJ's barrier now destroyed it didn't take long before he felt close. Petey thrust a few more times and then he felt the body beneath him stop and tensen, AJ's moaning stopped as he sucked in a breath, gasping it back out as he came into Petey's stroking hand.
Petey felt the splashing over his fingers. The muscles tightened suddenly around his cock and then he felt himself losing it too. With a drawn out 'fuuuuuck' he held onto AJ's hips as he came hard into him.

It took a few minutes of deep breathing before he was aware of their situation again. AJ's body had collapsed flat onto the bench under him, and the other man was grumbling in a laboured voice for him to get off because he couldn't breath.
Petey shook his head to get his senses back and pulled out of AJ, allowing him to roll over with a frown.

"Thought you weren't comin' back that time, jeez, I was damn near suffocatin'."

Petey sat down next to him and grabbed his PVC trunks , a lazy arrogant smile on his face.

AJ reached for a towel in his gym bag and sat up, wiping himself and the bench clean. He looked at him suspiciously.
"What?"

"I made ya do it..."

"Do what?"
AJ said incredulously, offering the towel over to him and then pulling his trunks on.

Petey cleaned himself up and threw it back on top of the bag before smiling widely. Leaning back against the wall he tugged his own trunks back up and then opened his mouth wide.

"OH, OH PETEY, AAH... OHHHH...HARDER....PETEY!!" He moaned as loud as he could, biting his lips for full mocking effect.

"Shut up!" AJ spluttered, punching him in the arm lightly and turning a fetching shade of pink.

Petey just gave a gruff laugh. He loved this side of AJ that only he would see. Any other time the walls would go up and AJ was confident, strong and serious.
"Anyway shouldn't you be making your way down there now?"

AJ realised the time and almost jumped to his feet.

Petey smacked his ass as he started to walk and he gave a yelp.
"Stop that, and i'm gonna get you back for that...impression."

Petey just waved him off with a cheeky smile.

"When you least expect it, Petey!"
AJ called as he ran out of the room.


The End.