#I'd say 'sorry Mom' but unfortunately I share an audible account with her

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A followup, if you will, to @sarahcakes613's MoxNick fic. What exactly did Yuta mean when he said, “So I’m gonna – go. Find someone to do. Something. Find something to do.”

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Look I've been dying to write MattYuta for MONTHS and all that was missing was a plot and now this happened so ????

Fic title from Ain't My Fault by Zara Larsson.

This is very E rated and I would recommend checking out the tags on AO3 for more details as to why I felt the need to make this additional disclaimer.

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Yuta fumbles for the doorknob and stumbles out the door. It’s not that he’s had this in mind, exactly, but it’s hard not to wonder what a dude looks like naked when he’s pulling your hair and you’re grabbing at his waist for, like, a job.

Part of him just wants to find some closet somewhere, get his gear around his thighs and remember what Nick looked like grinding against Mox’s skin while Mox grinned at him over Nick’s head. But that feels like taking the easy way out, and Jon Moxley taught him better than that.

He lifts his head from his phone, where he was frantically asking Mox to tell Nick to text him a certain phone number, when he slams into somebody. They topple to the floor, and Yuta ends up face first in the guy’s hair.

“Oh.” He can’t help but grin. “Matt, do you know what serendipitous means?”

“No,” Matt says, wiggling under Yuta, but not like he wants to get away. He bucks his hips. “Why?”

“No reason,” Yuta says. “I mean, I need you to be hot, not smart.”

“Excuse me?!” Matt half shrieks, shoving Yuta off of him. “Don’t be a dick.”

“I – wait,” Yuta follows Matt as he stalks away, unable to avoid the fact that his shorts are unbelievably tight and shaped to Matt’s ass. “Hold on, I was –” He sticks his foot in the door. It looks like an empty locker room, probably where the girls had been changing earlier that night.

“How the hell am I going to get rid of you?” Matt asks, arms folded across his chest.

Biceps, Yuta’s lizard brain screams.

“I don’t want you to get rid of me,” Yuta says, “I was trying to piss you off!”

“Why?” Matt says. “Why would you do that?”

Yuta shrugs. “Mox says you guys like it freaky. Like, hate sex?” He winces at himself.

Matt stares at him, and Yuta suddenly feels vulnerable as Matt’s eyes drag down his body. “Are you comparing whatever this is to the weird thing my brother and Mox have going on?”

Yuta shrugs. “I mean. Kind of.”

Matt groans. “Ugh, fine. God. I’m so annoyed you’re cute.” He steps into Yuta’s space, yanks him down to his level, and kisses Yuta. It feels annoyed and frustrated, but it’s good, and Yuta wraps an arm around Matt’s waist to yank him in.

“Jesus,” Matt mumbles, lips still pressed to Yuta’s, “you want me to hate you, you gotta kiss me a little meaner than that.”

Yuta shrugs. “Alright.”

Yuta walks them backward and slams Matt into the wall, grabbing Matt’s jaw and tilting so he can get his tongue more firmly in Matt’s mouth. Matt moans around it, knees weakening. Yuta presses a thigh between Matt’s legs. He’s hard already, and Yuta laughs against Matt’s mouth.

“Fuckin’ desperate, aren’t you,” Yuta murmurs, latching his teeth to skin at Matt’s neck. Matt squirms like he can’t decide if he wants to pull away or get more. “Were you in that hallway looking for me?”

“For Nick,” Matt whines, grinding down on Yuta’s thigh, “he – he wasn’t – wasn’t answering my texts.” He cuts himself off with a moan and grips Yuta’s shoulders. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah?” Yuta says, remembering how Mox was talking to Nick. “Gonna get yourself off in your shorts? You really are desperate.” He laughs, a little darkly, trying to ignore his own insistent boner.

“Not my fault,” Matt laughs, eyes squeezed shut as he gets a rhythm going, “you guys all looked really good out there, beating up Chaos. Not my fault that gets me off.”

Yuta shrugs. He slides his hand down to the button of Matt’s jeans and checks with him, eyebrow raised.

Matt nods so frenetically his hair flies everywhere. “Yes,” he says.

Yuta moves his thigh and unbuttons Matt’s shorts, shoving them down Matt’s hips in one motion. His dick springs out and Yuta pauses to spit in his hand before curling his hand around Matt.

“Oh, god,” Matt moans, dropping his head against the wall. “God, this is so much better than the last time I was in a high school locker room.”

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. “What, the hot jock in high school wouldn’t rail you?”

“I was homeschooled, you dumbass,” Matt gasps. “I meant when I was – god – when I was wrestling shitty shows.”

Yuta leans in and sucks a bruise against Matt’s neck. “Yeah?” he asks.

“I mean, you – you are hot,” Matt mumbles, thrusting up into Yuta’s fist, “you know that, obviously.” He interrupts himself with a whine as Yuta rewards him with a faster pace. “I’m – Yuta – Wheeler – I’m –”

“Do it,” Yuta commands, and he laughs as Matt moans and squirms, coming all over Yuta’s hand.  

“Look at you,” Yuta says, stroking Matt through the aftershocks, “shameless.”

Matt nods, eyes glazed over. “I – oh – too – too much.”

Yuta pulls his hand away. “You made a mess, Matt.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Clean it up.”

Matt rolls his eyes, just a little, but then sucks Yuta’s fingers into his mouth, eyes locked on Yuta’s. He starts swirling his tongue around Yuta’s fingers in a way that makes Yuta feel a little dizzy.

“You think that’s good?” Matt says, smirk turning a little bitchy. “Wait ‘til I get my mouth on your cock.”

Yuta nods, trying to get his breathing under control. “Yeah, okay.”

Matt drops to his knees and grabs the waistband of Yuta’s gear, yanking it down around Yuta’s ankles in one move.

“I’m gonna blow you now,” Matt says, casually. “So, like. Tell me if something’s wrong.”

“I’m not going to say – oh, fuck.” He fights the urge to push up into Matt’s mouth. “Jesus, Jackson, you may not be a generational talent in wrestling but you sure are at sucking dick.”

Matt pulls off of him and glares. “Hey!”

“You wanted me to be mean, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but not professionally!” He smacks Yuta’s thigh. “Call me a slut or tell me I’ve got a whore’s mouth, something like that, but don’t insult my wrestling. Jesus.”

He must not be too bothered about it, because he sinks his mouth back around Yuta.

He’s good enough at sucking cock, too, that Yuta doesn’t even notice when the door bangs open.

“Wheeler,” says Shota, “are you here? Mox is – oh.”

“Hi!” Matt says cheerily, pulling off of Yuta’s dick. “I’m Matt. Jackson, obviously. Great to meet you.”

“It’s super weird that you’re introducing yourself to my friend with my dick out,” Yuta grumbles.

“I don’t want to be rude!” Matt says. Yuta is astonished at how he manages to look prissy while on his knees with precome and spit on his lips.

Shota looks between Matt and Yuta, then takes a step back. “I’m – I’m going to get coffee,” he says slowly.

The door closes and Matt looks back up at Yuta with giant eyes, fluttering his lashes.

“Yeah, I – god, yeah,” Yuta says. His head makes a dull thunk as he drops it against the wall. Matt grabs his hand and anchors it in his hair.

“Huh?”

“I thought you wanted to make it mean.” Matt’s eyes have a challenge in them.

“God, fine.” Yuta slides his hand more firmly into Matt’s hair, the way Mox had told him Nick likes it. It really is like a handle, he notices, as he drags Matt’s mouth back onto his dick and moves him so he’s bobbing up and down. “You look good like that,” he murmurs, “like, really good.”

Matt gives him a thumbs up.

“Okay, I don’t need in progress commentary,” Yuta mumbles, but Matt amps up his movements and Yuta stops being able to think.

He yanks Matt’s head back right before he comes. “I’m gonna –”

“Yeah,” Matt says, stroking Yuta’s dick, “I know.”

Yuta comes hard, all over Matt’s face, and wants to snapshot the look of Matt grinning up at him through a face full of his come in his mind forever.

“Mean enough for you?” Yuta asks, trying to steady his breathing. He closes his eyes. “Fuck.”

“Pretty good,” Matt says. He stands and grabs the bottom of Yuta’s BCC hoodie and wipes his face off.

“Hey!”

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t jack off onto your BCC clothes with your friends,” Matt says.

“How do you look smug covered in cum,” Yuta mutters, but he doesn’t stop Matt, just spins his way out of the hoodie so Matt has more to work with.

“It’s a gift,” Matt says. “Did I get all of it?”

Yuta checks his face, and uses the hoodie to mop some stray mess in Matt’s hair. “You’re good now.”

Matt beams at him, and Yuta remembers why he has such a big crush on the guy. “You’re good at being mean,” he says. “Just – stay focused with it, right? If you bring in the real world too much, it can take people out of it.”

“Are – are you giving me a formal review of – of my dirty talk?” Yuta stares as Matt adjusts his shorts and shirt, checking himself in the mirror.

“You said you were new at it,” Matt says, popping his collar, then frowning and fixing it back to normal. “I’m here to help. Consider it a mentorship.”

“A mentorship in dirty sex?”

Matt throws a smile at him. “What, you’re going to say no? You never have to Mox.”

Yuta sputters half-formed sentences as he chases Matt out the door. “I have! I have to Mox!”

“You’ve what to Mox?” the man in question asks, hand in Nick’s back pocket.

Matt leans against the wall, a knowing sort of grin on his face. “Mox,” Matt says, “has Yuta ever said no to you?”

Mox laughs, throwing his head back. “Oh, god, no.”

The others laugh hysterically, and, this time, Yuta’s the one pouting.

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Wrestling fandom has turned me from "I don't want to even read this" to "sure I'll write that" with so many tropes and this fic is evidence of like three of them.

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