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Title: Walls
Pairing: The Miz/Bryan Danielson, Past The Miz/Maryse, and The Miz/John Morrison
Summary: Mike is afraid to break down his walls. Bryan tries to help him.
Word Count: 2,268
A/N: My summaries suck, bare with me. Also, i think the ending is abrupt but I wasnt sure how to end it.
Mike was backstage. He was leaning against a door frame, Monday Night RAW was going on in the arena just outside of where he was standing. He could hear everyone screaming. He was standing alone with his title belt hanging on his shoulder. He just found a moment away from Alex Riley and he decided to try and make it worth it. He liked the guy, he just wished sometimes Alex would give him a moments peace.
Across the room he could see Bryan sitting on a bench taping up his wrists. Even though Bryan annoyed the hell out of Mike most of the time, he really liked talking to him. He wasn’t sure why, but most of the time he found himself wandering backstage alone, looking for Bryan.
“Hey, rookie.” Mike said, approaching him. Bryan looked up at him slightly, and then looked away, shaking his head.
“Can I help you?” He asked, making a point not to look at him.
“Just checking in on my former protégé.” Mike shrugged.
“Yeah, right.” Bryan said. “So where’s your shadow?”
“Alex?” Mike asked. He sighed, rolling his eyes. “He’s off somewhere. I can’t stand him.”
“Really?” Bryan asked, finally looking at Mike. Their eyes connected.
“Well, no.” Mike admitted. “He means well, but he’s such a tag along sometimes. He annoys the hell out of me.” Bryan looked away smirking that annoying smirk that Mike hates. “What?”
“You’re such an asshole.” Bryan said, looking at Mike again.
“Do you think I don’t know that?”
“I definitely think you know it.” Bryan said. They stared at each other. Bryan put down his tape, and rested his hands on his knees. Mike watched him for a minute and then said:
“Always a pleasure, Bryan.” and he walked away.
Mike doesn’t really understand why Bryan is always on his mind. It’s not like he’s attractive or interesting in any way. But lately, Bryan was all he thought about. And when he wasn’t thinking about Bryan, he was purposely reminding himself of him. It infuriated him.
Mike’s feelings reminded him of Maryse. He had loved her once, from the moment he saw her. Back when he annoyed her. He loved her when she hated him. He loved her when she used him for sex. He loved her when she said she loved him too. It had ended abruptly. Mike always felt embarrassed when he thought about their break up. He knew he could have handled the situation better, and looking back there was so much he could change if he could. At the time he was so shocked, and hurt, and angry that he reacted without thinking, and everything turned out the opposite of what he wanted. He caused so much chaos he never meant to start.
Now Mike built a wall. He was so determined to never feel that low, that he made it so he never felt at all. He never wanted to act that juvenile again. He never thought about anyone the same way again. Not even John. Until now, and that’s what confused him the most.
Mike found Bryan backstage after a RAW in December. Bryan stood against a wall with all his bags on his shoulders. He was typing on his cell phone. Mike was looking for Alex. He was waiting for him because they were supposed to ride to the hotel together. He couldn’t find him, so he used that as an excuse to start a conversation with Bryan.
“Bryan,” Mike said, as he approached Bryan. Bryan turned around and put his phone in his pocket. “Have you seen Alex?”
“Actually,” Bryan smirked, “He just left.”
“Really?” Mike asked, surprised.
“Yeah,” Bryan said, rolling his eyes. Mike whipped out his cell phone, typed a quick ‘fuck you’ to Alex and shoved the phone back in his pocket.
“Do you want to ride with me?” Bryan asked. Mike looked up slowly.
“Really?” Mike said, repeating himself. Bryan shrugged and picked up his bags. He turned and walked away. Mike wordlessly followed him. He followed him past the screaming fans outside the arena. He followed him to the parked car, waiting for them. Neither of them spoke in the car but, Mike didn’t feel awkward. He barely felt anything. He didn’t chance a look at Bryan while he drove.
Mike wordlessly followed Bryan through the parking lot of the hotel. He followed him through the back door, and through the hallways to the elevator. He followed Bryan out of the elevator and down the hallway to Bryan’s hotel door. Mike never said anything, but he knew he was welcome.
Bryan slide his hotel key into the lock and the little light turned green.
“You want to come in?” Bryan asked him. It was a statement more then a question. Mike answered anyway.
“Yeah.” Mike said, his voice was barely there. Bryan opened the door and before it could slam shut behind them, Bryan’s shoulders are in Mike’s hands. His lips pressed against Bryan’s. He was surprised at himself. He was surprised that instead of feeling punches, he felt Bryan kissing him back. He could feel Bryan’s hands all over him. He was surprised at how good another human’s touch felt. Bryan’s kisses were just as hungry as his were. They took turns slamming each other into the wall before they eventually found the bed and fell into the sheets together.
Later, they laid awake, naked on the bed. The white covers were draped over Mike’s waist. Bryan lay on top of him, his head resting on Mike’s shoulder. His naked body shining in the blue moonlight. Mike’s arms wrapped around Bryan. His left arm down the length of Bryan’s back, and his left hand cupping Bryan’s soft ass cheek. Mike could barely remember his own name.
Then he remembered, Mike Mizanin. His arms tensed, but he didn’t move.
“Bryan…”
“Mike,” Bryan said. “Don’t worry. I know what this is.”
“What is it?”
“I know you don’t want anything serious, with me. I know what this is.” Bryan said. Mike felt like he should feel relieved but, for some reason he didn’t. He felt like it was serious.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Mike said. It was almost a routine.
“You won’t.” Bryan paused. “That’s why I understand.”
It’s quiet again. Bryan’s thumb was going up and down a small thin white scar on Mike’s arm. It’s so irrelevant, no one would see it unless they were looking for it.
“What’s this?” He asks.
“A scar.” Mike deadpanned. Bryan rolled his eyes. He found another scar, this one more noticeable.
“How did you get this one?” Bryan asked. Mike thought for a moment, unsure, but when he remembered his eyes widened, and his cheeks grew hot.
“John.”
“Cena?”
“Hennigan.” Mike answered.
“Is it from a match or something?”
“We were fucking.” Mike told him. His hand slid off of Bryan’s ass and up his back. “He accidentally kicked me out of the bed and I fell on the bedside table and got a pretty bad gash.” Bryan let out a small chuckle. His fingers found all of the scars on Mike’s arms, and some on his waist and chest.
“They’re just cuts and gashes.” Mike said.
“That doesn’t mean they didn’t hurt.” Bryan said, and before he could stop himself Mike said:
“You’re such a dork.”
“You don’t think I know that?” Bryan looked up at him.
“I know you know it.” Mike said, as he starts to rebuild his wall brick by brick. Bryan turns away. Mike’s arms fall lousily around Bryan as he starts to drift asleep.
Bryan is gone in the morning, and this time Mike is relieved.
Mike wasn’t sure how, but he gathered his things, left the hotel and got to the airport. Even though he got a full nights sleep, he slept the entire plane ride to whatever city he was headed to. He was glad for the sleep because once it came he was able to forget everything. When he was asleep all he knew were the back of his eyelids.
Mike got to his hotel room later that night. He knew if he sat around the room all night it would drive him crazy, so he went down to the bar area to get something to eat. He found himself sitting at a table alone, staring at a plate of French fries. He wasn’t eating any of them. He was leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand.
“Can I join you?” Mike looked up and saw CM Punk standing over him. Mike didn’t answer, and Punk sat down in front of him anyways. “Do you mind?” He asked, pointing to the fries. Mike shook his head. Punk picked up the glass bottle of ketchup and poured it all over the fries.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Mike shouted.
“You said you didn’t mind!”
“I didn’t say you could drown them in ketchup!”
“I’ll buy the next round.” Punk shrugged, and Mike rolled his eyes.
“What do you want, Phil?”
“A Pepsi?” Punk got up and left the table. After a few minutes he returned with a glass of Pepsi, and a water for Mike. He sat down, and continued to eat Mike’s fries.
“Why are you talking to me?” Mike asked, annoyed.
“Did you do something to Bryan?”
“What?”
“I saw him this morning,” He said, casually. “Something was weird about him. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“What did he tell you?” Mike demanded. Punk stared at him, raising his eyebrows.
“Nothing.” Punk said. He paused to chew. “It was his general demeanor that caused my assumption.”
“How was he acting?” Mike asked, his voice going quiet. He could barely control his nerves.
“Distracted. And kind of like how you’re acting right now.” Mike glared at him, and then looked down. “Listen-”
“Mind your own business, Punk.”
“You see, Mike.” Punk leaned forward. “Bryan kind of is my business.”
“Kind of.” Mike repeated.
“Okay, he is my business.” Punk said. “You break his heart, I break your face.” Punk got up, and walked away.
“You still owe me fries!” Mike shouted after him.
For the next couple of weeks, Mike walked around in a daze. He tried all the time to clear his head, but it was like he had a constant head ache. It felt like everyone knew, and everyone was treating him differently. It felt like they knew, just by looking at him, what he had done, and all of his feelings. It made him more angry, and more confused. What confused him even more was Bryan, and how normal he was acting. He wasn’t sure if he was grateful, or pissed off that he was taking this so well.
It was during RAW, and Mike had found himself wandering backstage. He just wrestled Bryan in a daze. He wanted to talk to him, but before he could find him. Alex had rushed him backstage to the dressing room. He finally pulled himself away from him, and wandered around like he had been doing for months. The fact that his idol was there, at the arena at that second, scared the crap out of him. It made him even more restless then normal.
Mike wasn’t really surprised when he found himself at Bryan’s dressing room. His door was open, and he was already dressed. He had all his bags gathered like he was getting ready to leave.
“Hey Mike!” Bryan said, more excited then usual. “That was amazing!”
“You weren’t supposed to say that.” Mike said, before he could even help himself.
“Say what?” Bryan asked, confused. “It was a great match, I don’t understand.”
“No.” Mike sighed. He put his hand over his mouth, and paused. “That you knew what it was.”
“What was?”
“This was!” Mike pointed to himself, and then to Bryan. He knew he wasn’t making any sense.
“Mike, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”
“You said, Don’t worry, Mike. I know what this is!” Mike said, his voice growing louder. “You weren’t supposed to say that!”
“Then what was I supposed to say?” Bryan asked. He turned about the room, settling in. Mike stepped in, and closed the door behind him. He leaned his back against it.
“What you wanted to say.”
“I said what I thought you wanted me to say.”
“I wanted you to say what you wanted!” Mike yelled. Bryan smirked. It annoyed Mike, but he couldn’t help smiling.
“Now I’m confused.” Bryan said.
“Is that what you wanted?” Mike asked, his voice grew quiet again. “Did you want a one night thing? Something that wasn’t serious?”
“No, I didn’t want that.”
“Tell me what you want.” Mike said with wide eyes. Bryan didn’t say anything. He walked towards Mike, and stood in front of him.
“I think you should tell me what you want.”
“I want you, all the time.” Mike said, before he could stop himself. He grabbed Bryan’s face pulling it to his own. He kissed him like he’d wanted to for months. Just like the first time they kissed, Mike was surprised when Bryan kissed him back. His hands griped Bryan’s face like he was afraid to let go.
“You drive me crazy.” Mike said, as his lips left Bryan’s. “All I do is wonder where you are.”
“You always know where I am.” Bryan said as he stared at Mike. He leaned in and quickly kissed Mike. “Let’s get out of here.” Mike nodded, and followed Bryan out the door and through the arena as the left for the hotel together.
Pairing: The Miz/Bryan Danielson, Past The Miz/Maryse, and The Miz/John Morrison
Summary: Mike is afraid to break down his walls. Bryan tries to help him.
Word Count: 2,268
A/N: My summaries suck, bare with me. Also, i think the ending is abrupt but I wasnt sure how to end it.
Mike was backstage. He was leaning against a door frame, Monday Night RAW was going on in the arena just outside of where he was standing. He could hear everyone screaming. He was standing alone with his title belt hanging on his shoulder. He just found a moment away from Alex Riley and he decided to try and make it worth it. He liked the guy, he just wished sometimes Alex would give him a moments peace.
Across the room he could see Bryan sitting on a bench taping up his wrists. Even though Bryan annoyed the hell out of Mike most of the time, he really liked talking to him. He wasn’t sure why, but most of the time he found himself wandering backstage alone, looking for Bryan.
“Hey, rookie.” Mike said, approaching him. Bryan looked up at him slightly, and then looked away, shaking his head.
“Can I help you?” He asked, making a point not to look at him.
“Just checking in on my former protégé.” Mike shrugged.
“Yeah, right.” Bryan said. “So where’s your shadow?”
“Alex?” Mike asked. He sighed, rolling his eyes. “He’s off somewhere. I can’t stand him.”
“Really?” Bryan asked, finally looking at Mike. Their eyes connected.
“Well, no.” Mike admitted. “He means well, but he’s such a tag along sometimes. He annoys the hell out of me.” Bryan looked away smirking that annoying smirk that Mike hates. “What?”
“You’re such an asshole.” Bryan said, looking at Mike again.
“Do you think I don’t know that?”
“I definitely think you know it.” Bryan said. They stared at each other. Bryan put down his tape, and rested his hands on his knees. Mike watched him for a minute and then said:
“Always a pleasure, Bryan.” and he walked away.
Mike doesn’t really understand why Bryan is always on his mind. It’s not like he’s attractive or interesting in any way. But lately, Bryan was all he thought about. And when he wasn’t thinking about Bryan, he was purposely reminding himself of him. It infuriated him.
Mike’s feelings reminded him of Maryse. He had loved her once, from the moment he saw her. Back when he annoyed her. He loved her when she hated him. He loved her when she used him for sex. He loved her when she said she loved him too. It had ended abruptly. Mike always felt embarrassed when he thought about their break up. He knew he could have handled the situation better, and looking back there was so much he could change if he could. At the time he was so shocked, and hurt, and angry that he reacted without thinking, and everything turned out the opposite of what he wanted. He caused so much chaos he never meant to start.
Now Mike built a wall. He was so determined to never feel that low, that he made it so he never felt at all. He never wanted to act that juvenile again. He never thought about anyone the same way again. Not even John. Until now, and that’s what confused him the most.
Mike found Bryan backstage after a RAW in December. Bryan stood against a wall with all his bags on his shoulders. He was typing on his cell phone. Mike was looking for Alex. He was waiting for him because they were supposed to ride to the hotel together. He couldn’t find him, so he used that as an excuse to start a conversation with Bryan.
“Bryan,” Mike said, as he approached Bryan. Bryan turned around and put his phone in his pocket. “Have you seen Alex?”
“Actually,” Bryan smirked, “He just left.”
“Really?” Mike asked, surprised.
“Yeah,” Bryan said, rolling his eyes. Mike whipped out his cell phone, typed a quick ‘fuck you’ to Alex and shoved the phone back in his pocket.
“Do you want to ride with me?” Bryan asked. Mike looked up slowly.
“Really?” Mike said, repeating himself. Bryan shrugged and picked up his bags. He turned and walked away. Mike wordlessly followed him. He followed him past the screaming fans outside the arena. He followed him to the parked car, waiting for them. Neither of them spoke in the car but, Mike didn’t feel awkward. He barely felt anything. He didn’t chance a look at Bryan while he drove.
Mike wordlessly followed Bryan through the parking lot of the hotel. He followed him through the back door, and through the hallways to the elevator. He followed Bryan out of the elevator and down the hallway to Bryan’s hotel door. Mike never said anything, but he knew he was welcome.
Bryan slide his hotel key into the lock and the little light turned green.
“You want to come in?” Bryan asked him. It was a statement more then a question. Mike answered anyway.
“Yeah.” Mike said, his voice was barely there. Bryan opened the door and before it could slam shut behind them, Bryan’s shoulders are in Mike’s hands. His lips pressed against Bryan’s. He was surprised at himself. He was surprised that instead of feeling punches, he felt Bryan kissing him back. He could feel Bryan’s hands all over him. He was surprised at how good another human’s touch felt. Bryan’s kisses were just as hungry as his were. They took turns slamming each other into the wall before they eventually found the bed and fell into the sheets together.
Later, they laid awake, naked on the bed. The white covers were draped over Mike’s waist. Bryan lay on top of him, his head resting on Mike’s shoulder. His naked body shining in the blue moonlight. Mike’s arms wrapped around Bryan. His left arm down the length of Bryan’s back, and his left hand cupping Bryan’s soft ass cheek. Mike could barely remember his own name.
Then he remembered, Mike Mizanin. His arms tensed, but he didn’t move.
“Bryan…”
“Mike,” Bryan said. “Don’t worry. I know what this is.”
“What is it?”
“I know you don’t want anything serious, with me. I know what this is.” Bryan said. Mike felt like he should feel relieved but, for some reason he didn’t. He felt like it was serious.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Mike said. It was almost a routine.
“You won’t.” Bryan paused. “That’s why I understand.”
It’s quiet again. Bryan’s thumb was going up and down a small thin white scar on Mike’s arm. It’s so irrelevant, no one would see it unless they were looking for it.
“What’s this?” He asks.
“A scar.” Mike deadpanned. Bryan rolled his eyes. He found another scar, this one more noticeable.
“How did you get this one?” Bryan asked. Mike thought for a moment, unsure, but when he remembered his eyes widened, and his cheeks grew hot.
“John.”
“Cena?”
“Hennigan.” Mike answered.
“Is it from a match or something?”
“We were fucking.” Mike told him. His hand slid off of Bryan’s ass and up his back. “He accidentally kicked me out of the bed and I fell on the bedside table and got a pretty bad gash.” Bryan let out a small chuckle. His fingers found all of the scars on Mike’s arms, and some on his waist and chest.
“They’re just cuts and gashes.” Mike said.
“That doesn’t mean they didn’t hurt.” Bryan said, and before he could stop himself Mike said:
“You’re such a dork.”
“You don’t think I know that?” Bryan looked up at him.
“I know you know it.” Mike said, as he starts to rebuild his wall brick by brick. Bryan turns away. Mike’s arms fall lousily around Bryan as he starts to drift asleep.
Bryan is gone in the morning, and this time Mike is relieved.
Mike wasn’t sure how, but he gathered his things, left the hotel and got to the airport. Even though he got a full nights sleep, he slept the entire plane ride to whatever city he was headed to. He was glad for the sleep because once it came he was able to forget everything. When he was asleep all he knew were the back of his eyelids.
Mike got to his hotel room later that night. He knew if he sat around the room all night it would drive him crazy, so he went down to the bar area to get something to eat. He found himself sitting at a table alone, staring at a plate of French fries. He wasn’t eating any of them. He was leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand.
“Can I join you?” Mike looked up and saw CM Punk standing over him. Mike didn’t answer, and Punk sat down in front of him anyways. “Do you mind?” He asked, pointing to the fries. Mike shook his head. Punk picked up the glass bottle of ketchup and poured it all over the fries.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Mike shouted.
“You said you didn’t mind!”
“I didn’t say you could drown them in ketchup!”
“I’ll buy the next round.” Punk shrugged, and Mike rolled his eyes.
“What do you want, Phil?”
“A Pepsi?” Punk got up and left the table. After a few minutes he returned with a glass of Pepsi, and a water for Mike. He sat down, and continued to eat Mike’s fries.
“Why are you talking to me?” Mike asked, annoyed.
“Did you do something to Bryan?”
“What?”
“I saw him this morning,” He said, casually. “Something was weird about him. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“What did he tell you?” Mike demanded. Punk stared at him, raising his eyebrows.
“Nothing.” Punk said. He paused to chew. “It was his general demeanor that caused my assumption.”
“How was he acting?” Mike asked, his voice going quiet. He could barely control his nerves.
“Distracted. And kind of like how you’re acting right now.” Mike glared at him, and then looked down. “Listen-”
“Mind your own business, Punk.”
“You see, Mike.” Punk leaned forward. “Bryan kind of is my business.”
“Kind of.” Mike repeated.
“Okay, he is my business.” Punk said. “You break his heart, I break your face.” Punk got up, and walked away.
“You still owe me fries!” Mike shouted after him.
For the next couple of weeks, Mike walked around in a daze. He tried all the time to clear his head, but it was like he had a constant head ache. It felt like everyone knew, and everyone was treating him differently. It felt like they knew, just by looking at him, what he had done, and all of his feelings. It made him more angry, and more confused. What confused him even more was Bryan, and how normal he was acting. He wasn’t sure if he was grateful, or pissed off that he was taking this so well.
It was during RAW, and Mike had found himself wandering backstage. He just wrestled Bryan in a daze. He wanted to talk to him, but before he could find him. Alex had rushed him backstage to the dressing room. He finally pulled himself away from him, and wandered around like he had been doing for months. The fact that his idol was there, at the arena at that second, scared the crap out of him. It made him even more restless then normal.
Mike wasn’t really surprised when he found himself at Bryan’s dressing room. His door was open, and he was already dressed. He had all his bags gathered like he was getting ready to leave.
“Hey Mike!” Bryan said, more excited then usual. “That was amazing!”
“You weren’t supposed to say that.” Mike said, before he could even help himself.
“Say what?” Bryan asked, confused. “It was a great match, I don’t understand.”
“No.” Mike sighed. He put his hand over his mouth, and paused. “That you knew what it was.”
“What was?”
“This was!” Mike pointed to himself, and then to Bryan. He knew he wasn’t making any sense.
“Mike, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”
“You said, Don’t worry, Mike. I know what this is!” Mike said, his voice growing louder. “You weren’t supposed to say that!”
“Then what was I supposed to say?” Bryan asked. He turned about the room, settling in. Mike stepped in, and closed the door behind him. He leaned his back against it.
“What you wanted to say.”
“I said what I thought you wanted me to say.”
“I wanted you to say what you wanted!” Mike yelled. Bryan smirked. It annoyed Mike, but he couldn’t help smiling.
“Now I’m confused.” Bryan said.
“Is that what you wanted?” Mike asked, his voice grew quiet again. “Did you want a one night thing? Something that wasn’t serious?”
“No, I didn’t want that.”
“Tell me what you want.” Mike said with wide eyes. Bryan didn’t say anything. He walked towards Mike, and stood in front of him.
“I think you should tell me what you want.”
“I want you, all the time.” Mike said, before he could stop himself. He grabbed Bryan’s face pulling it to his own. He kissed him like he’d wanted to for months. Just like the first time they kissed, Mike was surprised when Bryan kissed him back. His hands griped Bryan’s face like he was afraid to let go.
“You drive me crazy.” Mike said, as his lips left Bryan’s. “All I do is wonder where you are.”
“You always know where I am.” Bryan said as he stared at Mike. He leaned in and quickly kissed Mike. “Let’s get out of here.” Mike nodded, and followed Bryan out the door and through the arena as the left for the hotel together.