Prompt: “I have an idea about a third part of Lessons Learned if your requests are still open? I was thinking something involving Elias’s latest feud for the Intercontinental with Seth?”
When Dolph Ziggler takes the title from Seth Rollins, Elias feels like he could have tried harder, several times over. The Reader encourages him with their words in private and with their actions in a lonely hallway.
Note: This has turned into a nice little series. It definitely wasn’t the plan, but it is a welcome surprise. I wrote this before Extreme Rules, so Elias and the Reader discuss some plans that could waver either way. If you would like to send in a request of your own, they are open as are all of my tag lists. Please let me know if you liked this fic, and/or the whole series. Enjoy!
“The referee doesn’t see it… and that’s it. Dolph Ziggler is a six-time Intercontinental Champion.”
Elias growled next to you as he watched Dolph escape with the title that should have been his. “I think I’d even prefer it if Seth had held onto it.: His fingers tightened dangerously around the neck of his guitar. When you slid your hand over his, he loosened his grip. But the next thing you knew the guitar was in your hands and he was stomping off down the hallway.
You rushed to follow him.
“Elias! Hey,” you grabbed for his wrist, bringing him to an undesired stop. “Talk to me.” He muttered something and tried to keep walking. “No. We can figure this out. Tell me-“
“Serves me right for trying to win the title with actual skill. I should have known only something like that was going to beat Seth. I could have involved you. I could have-“
“-done a lot of things. You still can.”
Elia slumped into the wall beside you. “I don’t think I can,” he whispered. “Roman, Finn, Seth. How many times do I have to lose an opportunity before it gets through my thick skull? I’m not made to be a champion.”
You didn’t know what to say. So, you kissed him. And you kept kissing him until he was pulling you into a dark hallway. The only shelter besides the shadows were towers of stage boxes on either side. You let him take control of your mouth, of your oxygen.
Prompt: “I have an idea about a third part of Lessons Learned if your requests are still open? I was thinking something involving Elias’s latest feud for the Intercontinental with Seth?”
When Dolph Ziggler takes the title from Seth Rollins, Elias feels like he could have tried harder, several times over. The Reader encourages him with their words in private and with their actions in a lonely hallway.
Note: This has turned into a nice little series. It definitely wasn’t the plan, but it is a welcome surprise. I wrote this before Extreme Rules, so Elias and the Reader discuss some plans that could waver either way. If you would like to send in a request of your own, they are open as are all of my tag lists. Please let me know if you liked this fic, and/or the whole series. Enjoy!
“The referee doesn’t see it… and that’s it. Dolph Ziggler is a six-time Intercontinental Champion.”
Elias growled next to you as he watched Dolph escape with the title that should have been his. “I think I’d even prefer it if Seth had held onto it.: His fingers tightened dangerously around the neck of his guitar. When you slid your hand over his, he loosened his grip. But the next thing you knew the guitar was in your hands and he was stomping off down the hallway.
You rushed to follow him.
“Elias! Hey,” you grabbed for his wrist, bringing him to an undesired stop. “Talk to me.” He muttered something and tried to keep walking. “No. We can figure this out. Tell me-“
“Serves me right for trying to win the title with actual skill. I should have known only something like that was going to beat Seth. I could have involved you. I could have-“
“-done a lot of things. You still can.”
Elia slumped into the wall beside you. “I don’t think I can,” he whispered. “Roman, Finn, Seth. How many times do I have to lose an opportunity before it gets through my thick skull? I’m not made to be a champion.”
You didn’t know what to say. So, you kissed him. And you kept kissing him until he was pulling you into a dark hallway. The only shelter besides the shadows were towers of stage boxes on either side. You let him take control of your mouth, of your oxygen.
“Need you,” he moaned, mouthing over your pulse point.
“Then take me. Whatever you need.”
You gasped as he ripped down your bottoms. He stole the small tube from your back pocket on their way down and readied you for him with his fingers. You were his. He ensured it by stroking and forcing muffled sounds out of you. All the while he kept you quiet by swallowing those sounds with bruising kisses. Your fingers gripped at his shirt desperately.
The first high made your knees buckle. He caught you, but he wasn’t finished with you yet.
Elias flipped you towards the wall and used your flexibility to bend you nearly in half. If you wanted to touch him, your only option was going to be gripping his ankles. You heard the sound of his belt, of silvery plastic ripping, then Elias’s panting as he rolled the condom down his length. A loud sigh escaped you before you caught your bottom lip between your teeth. Elias bit his own lip for a moment once he was inside you.
“If I were to ask… ask that you not cum until I say-“
“I won’t. Not until you say.” You widened your stance, steadying yourself. “Not until you say, Elias. Please.” You contracted around his length, letting him know you were ready when he was.
But he didn’t move, not at first. He seemed to be satisfied with just the feel of you. Your heated skin under his large hand as it slid up and down your spine. Your alert nerves vibrating under his touch. How you contracted when he gripped at your waist. Then it wasn’t enough. He eased out of you, groaning with the drag. The wall was cold on your shoulder blades and had to be against his palm as he did his best not to tumble over you. Soon, slow movements weren’t enough.
He quickly pulled you back on his length as he took a step back. You were brought back up to standing, then forced back to the wall. Elias spread his hand wide over your stomach under your shirt as his hips pistoned. You raked at the wall, failing to find anything that could help you maintain sanity.
Elias froze, making you whine.
“I won’t cum. I promised,” you begged.
He chuckled, then moved just as slowly as before. You heard him sigh. His lips pressed into the back of your neck. “Such a good student. Having learned me. Obeying me.” He gave you a hard thrust, making your breath stuttering. “Does the student deserve a reward?”
You licked your lips. “Only if the teacher wishes to give it.”
That must have been a good answer because Elias built back up to the faster pace. You tasted blood as the control you had on your bottom lip reached critical.
“Let me hear you,” Elias pleaded. So you let him. Every sigh. Every pant. Each tiny shout as he found that perfect place inside you. Your whimper as you reached back for him. He repaid you with his own music and his hand that came to rest over yours on the wall. Entwined.
Sparks were starting to flicker behind your eyes. But you had promised. You channeled your need for release into meeting his thrusts. Then he said those words.
“Cum for me.”
So you did.
Elias grunted as you trailed red welts into his lower back as you came. Your arm slipped from reaching back for him and fell lax at your side. Your head lolled back to his shoulder, opening up the other side of your neck to his teeth. You spilled everywhere, then more as Elias followed you.
Your legs were quaking while you struggled to pull your pants back up. Elias had to lean on the wall beside you to get his up. You twisted and fell into his chest. Your hands trailed down his chest to his belt to lace it.
He didn’t look relaxed. If anything, he looked even further upset.
“Hey,” you rested your head on his shoulder. “If I have a plan, will you hear it?” He made a non-committal noise, but that was enough. “Whether Seth gets it back at Extreme Rules or if Dolph retains, you can fight for it again. I will be there with you every step of the way. Seth is alone, so it will be all the easier. I’ve been wanting to face Drew, so I’ve got your back there. And I know you can handle Dolph. You won’t fall for his tricks like Seth did.” You laughed. “Then we pull a Shawn-Hunter and switch sometime.”
His chest rippled with a quiet chuckle.
You tilted his face towards yours. “We make ourselves. And in my eyes, you are champion material.” You trailed your finger down his nose, then stared up into his eyes. He thumbed over your bruised lip.
“I like that plan.”
“Good.”
Elias smiled. Bright and normal. “It seems the student has surpassed the teacher.”
You pouted. “Not necessarily. I’m sure there’s still a lesson to be… bettered where it concerns me being able to hold off.” You stepped back. “Can we go study?”
Of everything you had learned, that night was your favorite lesson.
Prompt: Elias Samson/trans male reader (reader is a new addition to the roster that Elias wants to break in) or something like that?
Pairing: Elias Samson x Trans Male Wrestler Reader [italics are Elias POV]
Warnings/Promises: language, quick slow-burn angst, fluff, coming out to an SO, SMUT
Word Count: 2600
Note: I’m still learning the facets of LGBQT, so please be patient with me. If I have gotten something wrong, please send me a message so I can correct it. The reader character is a trans man who has gone through top surgery and T. I’ve also tried to keep the smut as general as possible for personal preference to terms. If I have done anything right, comments, reblogs, and likes will be greatly appreciated. As always, my requests and tag lists are open. Now please enjoy!
“Come on, Y/N, I know you can kick harder than that!” Elias took another one of your kicks to his side, grunting in pain and approval. “Much better.” He continued to be your personal punching bag.
You had just moved up to the main roster, but while NXT had taught you many things you still felt a little unprepared. Your first match had been a disaster. Afterwards, from around a corner, you had even heard Miz joke that Curt Hawkins might break his streak if he fought you. Elias stood up for you, then bumped into you on his way out of the room. Miz still doesn’t know you heard him, but since then Elias had been helping you learn what he did after he moved up from NXT. Pointing out the differences in style and promos, and helping you further develop your shtick.
“How long are we gonna do this?” you moaned. Everyone else was gone from the training center. They had left hours ago and now it was extremely dark outside. You leaned against the ropes and used them to stretch out your back, wondering what time it was.
“Until you pin me.” Elias evaded a series of hits and flipped you onto the canvas. “We’ve got all night.”
You groaned. No matter how exhausted you were going to be, you did appreciate the help. You just wished he would split up the lessons into smaller chunks! Though, you couldn’t deny you liked watching him move in the ring. The way his hair framed his face, making him look like a lion. Where’d that thought come from?
Elias cocked his head; his eyebrows twitched to meet as he caught you staring.
From your position on the canvas, you suddenly seized Elias’s arm and caught him in a triangle lock. Believable distraction, right? He attempted to lift you like Roman does when’s he’s in a lock, but you arched your back to prevent him from getting far. The arch had an unfortunate backfire though, and Elias fell on top of you.
“Sorry.” “Sorry, didn’t mean to…” You both stopped talking and froze.
How long had his eyes been that grey? Like the sky before a summer storm.
How long had his lips been that… inspiring? Bet they taste good… no! Snap out of it, Elias.
Elias cleared his throat and pulled back. He sat back on the canvas trying to breathe smoothly enough to keep his heart from pumping out of his chest. Was Y/N’s slump in his shoulders from exhaustion, or disappointment?
Elias licked his lips. “Do… do you want to keep going? Training, I mean.”Of course training. What else would he be doing with you? In the training center. In the middle of the night. Alone.
“Uh, no. I think I’m too tired to pin you tonight. Maybe tomorrow?” Y/N looked at him with bright eyes, though for a split second he thought they flickered with something.
“Sure. Let’s clean up then grab some junk food.”
He watched Y/N exit the ring and head for the locker room. He turned at the last minute and observed Elias still sitting on the canvas. “You coming?”
“Yeah.”
A week later, you were doing the same thing. You had won your match on Monday, though you wanted to work out a few things. Elias heard your worries and put them to rest by helping you move snappier and start working on thinking three steps ahead.
As you were changing out, you thought back on the workout. Were his hands bushing against you coincidence, or did the touch linger a second longer than that? Did you do the same enough to hint that you wanted more if he was even asking? At least twice you caught him staring at your lips. But to be fair, you may have missed more for getting lost in his gaze. He only had to snap his fingers in front of your face once, and you brushed it off as “strategizing,” which may not have been far from the truth.
“Welp,” Elias said, breaking through your thoughts, “I’m out. See you tomorrow… if you are going on the house show tour?”
“No, unfortunately. Kurt said I could next week, but I wanted to ask you something before accepting.” You swallowed, willing your mouth to not be dry. “Can… can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
Why was this so hard? You wanted to ask him one thing but said something else.
“Do you want to tag team for a bit? We haven’t been training together that long, but since we both have issues with Heath and Rhyno, I thought maybe… I mean… if you want to.” You waved the fumbled option away. “Never mind. Stupid. You’re busy with Miz and… just forget it.” Frustrated with yourself, you turned back to your stuff.
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind some help.”
You spun back around.
“Really,” he continued. “Bo and Curtis had fun singing with me, but their allegiance is with Miz. I’ve pissed him off and racing him for the Intercontinental puts me number one on their hit list.” Elias shifted his weight and waited for your answer.
If he thought his chest was going to explode last week… he was about ready to pass out now. He couldn’t believe he just asked Y/N to help him with the Miztourage. Y/N already had a feud idea, why did he suggest another one?
Elias was so lost in his head he almost missed Y/N’s reply.
“Sure.”
He couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face. “Great. You don’t have to sing or anything, unless you want to. Honestly, I think they are going to jump me during my solo on Monday so we can plan from that.”
The strategic planning that followed made Elias feel like he was glowing from the inside out. If this went well, perhaps the team up could evolve into something more. If he was reading everything right.
Like Elias thought, Bo and Curtis were waiting in the shadows while Miz watched from the announce table. What they weren’t expecting, was for you to also be sitting in the ring. The crowd went wild as you and Elias tossed the Miztourage out of the ring. The match was changed from Elias vs. Bo to the pair of you against the pair of them. Of course, Miz got involved in the end but you were ready for him. Elias pinned Curtis while you fought off Miz and Bo, sending them both scuttling to collect their partner.
Backstage, your skin buzzed with the win. The locker room was empty, leaving plenty of space for you to allow yourself the childish moment of jumping around the room with joy.
Elias caught you midair from jumping off a bench. “You were fantastic!” He dropped you to your feet and clapped you on the back before pulling you in for a hug. A second later his lips were pressed against your forehead.
You froze in his arms.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The fear in his tag teammate’s eyes sent terrified ice through his veins. He meant to be more subtle. Meant to work up to it. The hype from the win… how close they felt.
Shit. He just ruined it.
And yet, Y/N wasn’t moving away. To be fair, neither was he.
Elias held his breath while Y/N held his. He watched as Y/N’s eyes flicked across his face. Searching.
If you didn’t move, you were going to explode.
You leaned in for a kiss, hovering just above contact.
The door burst open, making you hurriedly take several steps backwards. The Balor Club entered, said hello while grabbing their stuff, then left for the night. Neither of you had moved an inch.
You wiped your hands on your tights. “We should probably-“
“-pack up. Agreed.” Elias turned to his gym bag and packed while you turned to yours.
Earlier in the evening the two of you agreed to carpool with Sheamus and Cesaro. It had only taken ten minutes to get from the hotel to the arena before the show, but the drive back felt like it took hours. The Bar split from you at the elevator, leaving you and Elias to make the decision to split at your neighboring doors… or to pause again.
Y/N was hesitant to take the final two steps to his door. He turned back around to Elias, his eyes again searching his face for a sign in any direction. Elias leaned forward and kissed the part of his shoulder visible between the straps of his tank top and the slipping jacket. Y/N sighed in pleasure and angled his head away to give more access to his neck. Elias kissed higher up his neck. Light kisses. Slow and rhythmic to allow at any moment the chance to evade or lean in closer. Y/N leaned forward, lips parted ever so slightly making Elias’s heart pump blood faster.
Elias kissed Y/N on the cheek and hovered over his lips. “Do you want to come inside?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Elias’s stomach did a flip. He hastily searched his pockets for the room key, barely making it into the slot before he was kissing Y/N again and ushering him into the room. How he kept his hands on his bags all the way to the bed he’ll never know. Once the edge of the bed hit the sides of their knees, every thought slipped away into one: “Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.”
His hands began to roam his body. He teased the bottom edges of the tank top, but Y/N helped his shirt off first. His fingertips were cold brushing across his chest, making Elias gasp. Again, he teased at Y/N’s shirt, but his hands were suddenly pushed away and Y/N scooted backward.
“I’m sorry. It’s just… I should have told you. I… oh.” Y/N’s eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at Elias.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Elias murmured. “If you’re not ready or if you don’t want this-“
“I do want this,” Y/N stammered. “It’s just…”
“You can tell me. Take your time.” Elias could see the wheels turning in his head, and sat back to wait patiently.
“I… I’m trans,” he blurted.
If Elias could take the moment back, he would. The confused shake of his head filled Y/N’s face with panic. He had to admit, he wasn’t expecting that. But did it really change anything? It was still Y/N. Same smile, same way he moved in the ring. Labels weren’t going to change the love he felt.
Love.
There it was. Already?
Elias inhaled deeply through his nose and gathered his thoughts.
“You are still a man.” He scooted forward and cupped his hands under Y/N’s elbows. “My man, if you’ll have me.” He watched Y/N’s face, which was still bordering on leaving broken. Elias took another quick breath. “Tell me what to do. Show me what you need.” He backed off and held out his hand to Y/N, holding it steady for if he wanted to take it. Elias held back a sigh of relief when their hands were clasped; he gave a Y/N a slight tug to pull him closer. He rubbed his thumb across the back of his hand. “Hey, I may still be learning the ropes at this but I’m going to do everything I can to make you feel good. Okay?”
His face read as sincere. He also seemed just as nervous as you. With a nod and a second’s hesitation, you pulled off your shirt and let it join the growing pile of clothes on the ground. Elias lightly traced the scars on your chest with his fingertips. His touch continued to roam; one hand went up to play along the edge of your collarbone, the other dipped to trace down your stomach and come to rest on your waist. Your eyes shut as Elias once again kissed across your cheekbones to your lips, meeting them like matching puzzle pieces.
“Tell me,” he murmured, “what do I do?”
You wanted to stay like this forever, but at the same time, your body yearned for more. “Do you have lube?”
“Mhhm.” Elias broke away and went to search his bag. “Condom?” he asked.
“Yes, please.” You removed the rest of your clothing and sat back down on the bed, hiding yourself and suddenly unsure again.
Seeing you naked, Elias followed suit. His length was ready and the tip glistened slightly with precum. He gave it a few pumps while you watched before opening the little silver packet and slipping on the condom. When he came back to the bed, you were finding it hard to remove your hand from your lap. He took it, and watching your face or any sign to stop, lifted it away.
“You’re perfect.”
Slowly he laid you back, towering over you and waiting for your request. The dance that followed was like moving with him in the ring. He followed your sounds and how you leaned into his touch to know what to do. While your fingers curled themselves in his hair, his lips again latched onto yours. His tongue gained entry while his warm hands moved down your body. You heard the click of the tube, then felt the slightly cold sensation of Elias teasing his finger at your hole. He moved slowly, waiting for each moan and sigh of encouragement before moving.
When you were open and wet enough to both of your satisfaction, Elias hooked his arms under your legs and tilted you back further so he could begin to sink into you. Centimeters at a time, and inches per breath he filled you until there was nothing else he could do but move. Even then, he waited. In a bit of an epiphany, you thought about how you should have known he would be this patient. It takes forever to learn guitar and even longer to compose.
“Elias,” you whined, “please.”
You rocked to start the rhythm. Elias moved with you, twisting and angling to find the best places that made you call out. The hand formally holding him up hovered in front of your face as he offered you two fingers. You opened your mouth and accepted them on your tongue. You laved your tongue around them while the heat intensified in your veins. Pulling his fingers away, he sucked on his thumb, then gently wrapped them around your cock. You arched off the bed. The drag of him, the fullness he gave you, and the sound of him rumbling in pleasure, pleasure he was achieving with you, sent you careening over the edge. The sound of your voice calling his name was washed out with blinding sensations as he kept moving. His rhythm tumbled apart as he chanted your name. Your vision flashed again, then both of you fell still.
Elias nearly collapsed on top of you, not that you would have minded the weight. His heaving chest bumped into yours as you fought to catch your breath. The air chilled you when he left to dispose of the condom. It was only seconds, but you were almost asleep before he came back and pulled the covers over the two of you. He gave you one last peck on the lips, then your consciousness faded away.
Y/N was asleep long before he was. Elias couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect he looked curled into his chest. It made him smile as he nuzzled closer for warmth.
Waking up to Y/N was going to be the best morning of his life.
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