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Jon was ecstatic when he’d heard his long-time friend Kingston had been given an AEW contract. What he wasn’t excited about was facing off against said friend. Back when they were younger, Jon being the little shit he was back then, Eddie had secretly taken him under his wing when no one was looking.
It being over ten years ago, deep down he still had those feelings he’d developed about the older man. Whether or not Kingston felt the same way now, would be wrong. Or so he thought.
Jon’s face was stoic as he made his way down through the empty arena. Heading towards the one man, hell, probably the only man he really didn’t feel like fighting. The walk was antagonizing and heavy. All the responses to anything Kingston might say sitting on the tip of his tongue.
Mox could see Eddie from his peripherals as he climbed into the ring. Kingston was egging him and he knew that, fortunately for Eddie; TK made this segment no physicality.
“Get out of the ring! Cut his music, cut his music! Schiavone, get out of the ring!”
Resisting the urge to climb right back out, the anxiety starts in Jon’s feet as Kingston gets right into his face. The skin on skin contact was a bit of a shock and he had to try real hard not to look at Eddie’s lips.
Jon’s ears stopped ringing and he could barely clear the words Eddie was saying to him. Having mastered his poker face, Moxley just stood there, clutching the title over his shoulder. The only tell of any emotion was how hard he was gripping it.
“--- saturday, you understand that? On the seventh I’m gonna ruin you, and I’m gonna take that championship. I'm gonna hand it to my mother and I’m gonna tell her ‘ ma, the reason why you don’t have grandchildren is because of this! The reason I didn’t give you a daughter or a son in law, is because of this! Because this is all that matters in our sport.”
All Moxley could do was stare into the older man’s eyes, face void. He didn’t think this was how their reunion was gonna go. Each bump of their noses together made Jon feel like the other actually wanted to kiss him.
Despite the anger behind his words. He was always able to read between the lines during promos, but Eddie was putting off serious mixed signals. It was hard for him this time to really see.
“It’s too late for me Jon, you ain’t saving nobody. An’ I’m taking that championship from you.”
Just as Kingston was finishing his rant, Mox reached down and gripped the mic. The two men locked eyes as Jon attempted to raise the mic between them. He could feel the power struggle for the object before Eddie reluctantly let Jon have it, tossing his hands into the air.
The subject of friends and the art of trying to make them was never Mox’s forte. When Eddie made the violin gesture with his fingers, his armor chipped a little.
“I was so happy for you man, I was so happy for you when you signed a contract- shut up, I’m trying to tell you-”
“I don’t care! I. Don’t. Care!”
No matter how many times Kingston interrupted him, Jon kept on speaking, pushing back every time Eddie bumped against him. He just didn’t understand, did he? Moxley did the only thing he knew. It was time to fight.
“I was so happy for you. I was happy for your mother. Whose dream it was- yeah, your mother Ruthie. Whose kitchen table I sat at. Who I said grace with! Who I made a promise to. That I would look after you! That I would always have your back. No matter what trouble you caught for yourself, I made that promise to her. And. . . I guess I broke that promise didn’t I?”
The whole energy changed right there. Eddie had turned his back on Mox amidst his rant. Jon walked up against his back, his lips almost level with Kingston’s ear. The elder had a good few inches on him at least. Jon felt like his body was betraying him the longer he stood against him.
“See, I believe the loudest one in the room, is the weakest one in the room. And you’ve been real loud lately Eddie. Why is that? That’s not you, you’re not weak. So what’s going on up here-”
The small crowd of wrestlers in the seats applauded him as he barely tapped the side of Eddie’s temple. It almost made him want to stop right there. He so wished no one was even seeing this right now. Acting wasn’t a good fit for him, so hopefully no one could tell what was really going on behind the words these two men were speaking to each other.
“-I think I know what it is. After eighteen years you finally get your shot this saturday. You get your shot. The shot you never thought you would get. Deep down in your heart you know, deep down in your heart you know you’re gonna be in the ring with the AEW world champion. The best wrestler on this planet right now, and you’re gonna lose.
So it is a scary thought, I get it. After eighteen years it turns out, you didn’t deserve it after all. The worst part of this Eddie, the worst part that makes me sick, that puts my stomach in knots; You made a promise, you made a promise to your mother that you. can’t. keep!”
The arena echoed with how loud Moxley’s voice was. The ring thrummed with their movements. Now it was his turn to do the instigating.
Everything that Jon was saying without the microphone was the most important to Kingston and Kingston only. To the AEW galaxy, he looked angry and tense. This tense had a whole other meaning behind it.
After Eddie left the ring, Jon tried to hurry the segment along.
He knew what was gonna happen the minute he made it back to his locker room. He was in for a surprise. Jon ended the segment by kneeling in the center of the ring, shaking his head. Boy oh boy did he try his best not to interact with anyone on his way back. He only accepted a bottle of water from a stagehand.
He tossed the cap away as he practically chugged it the whole way back to his locker room. His brow furrowed, crunching the empty bottle. Why did it have to come to such lows? Jon knew he’d receive a worried call from Eddie’s mom.
Mox sighed as he entered his room, kicking the door closed behind him. Maybe he was just paranoid about the idea of Kingston waiting for him. A smile crept onto his lips though. They knew each other way too well for Jon to ignore his gut.
He draped the title over his duffle bag before shrugging off his jacket. He headed over to the bathroom, kicking off his shoes before entering. Mox didn’t even flip the light on before a hand reached out and yanked him into the darkness.
“King, wait ple-”Jon groaned out when Eddie slammed him back against the door by his throat. He reached up, digging his nails into his forearm. He felt Eddie press against him, his eyes struggling to make out his face in the dark.
Jon gave up fighting the other’s hold, arms falling limp at his sides. His chest heaved, all of the sudden he felt the presence of lips near his own. “You just had to bring up my Ma huh?” Eddie growled out, slamming his lips against Moxley’s.
All the tension had left Mox’s body the second their lips touched. He gripped the sides of Eddie’s tank top, keeping the older man’s body against his.
Kingston squeezed his hand once around his neck before breaking the kiss, pressing his forehead against Jon’s. Their eyes had finally adjusted to the dark and all the two men could do was stand there, staring at each other.
“It was the only way I could get you to listen.”
Jon swallowed, feeling his adam’s apple bob against his hand. He felt bad about bringing in the one person he knew Eddie didn’t want to disappoint.
The bathroom had gotten hot at this point. Which didn’t help the way Jon’s body was reacting to the kiss and Eddie’s hand around his throat. “Well I’m listening now, an I know what I wanna be listening to right now.”
Kingston pushed his thigh up in between Jon’s legs, making the trapped man moan under his breath. He couldn't believe this was happening. “King, please.” He sighed out when Eddie started grinding up into his crotch slowly.
“Move.” The elder growled against his ear. Moxley didn’t need to be told twice as he started grinding down on Eddie’s thigh. The friction of their jeans rubbing against his cock made him moan more consistently. He’d picked the wrong day to go commando.
“At least I know that you know how to listen.” Eddie mumbled against Mox’s neck, sucking at the skin. Jon wrapped his arms around his neck, head falling back against the door. He worked harder, crying out when Kingston suddenly began grinding his knee up and in time with every jerk of his hips.
They were holding onto each other like their lives depended on it. He could feel Eddie’s big hands on his lower back, helping him edge closer to his climax. Jon gasped, letting Kingston hold him up as he came in his jeans.
His body jerked with aftershocks, scratching against the back of Eddie’s neck as he came down from his high. “That’s it, such a good boy.” King rasped as he connected their lips.
Mox whimpered into the kiss as the knee between his legs disappeared slowly. It took a second to gather his strength before they broke apart fully. “Don’t ever bring my family into our personal business again, understand?” Eddie questioned, making sure Jon was staring into his eyes.
All he could do was nod. “Looks like you made a mess on my jeans. Figured you’d wait a little longer before making me have to punish you again. . .” Jon groaned loudly as Eddie reached into his jeans and wrapped his hand around his messy cock.
“Jesus Christ King. . .uh. . .”
This was going to be a wild feud, especially if each altercation ended like this one had.
fin .