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Summary: Summary: After weeks of being separated by WWE travel and long-distance calls, Jey Uso and his girlfriend lean on late-night conversations to stay connected. When she secretly flies out to surprise him backstage after a match, their emotional reunion reminds both of them that no amount of distance can change how much they mean to each other.
A/N: Iโve been sooo out of wack itโs must be something in the air, but I hope you guys enjoy. Leave some love and comments would love to hear ๐งก
The hotel room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant noise of traffic outside the window. WWE shows were always loud, chaotic, full of people yelling his name, cameras flashing, everybody wanting a piece of Jey Uso.
But the second he got back to the room alone, all of that energy disappeared.
You were stretched deep in a bubble bath three states away, your phone balanced carefully on a folded towel beside the tub while steam curled around the bathroom mirrors. Your music was low in the background. Soft. Calm. Completely opposite from the night he just had.
You smiled instantly before answering. โThere he is.โ
On the other side, you heard shuffling, the sound of a bag hitting the floor, then his tired voice.
Just hearing him say it made your shoulders relax.
โYou sound exhausted.โ
โMm.โ He flopped onto the hotel bed with a groan. โCrowd was hot tonight though.โ
โYou already know I did.โ
You laughed softly. โThere he go.โ
โDonโt do that,โ he muttered, but you could hear the grin in his voice now.
For a second neither of you said anything. You just listened to each other breathe through the phone like people who missed each other too much.
Jey finally broke the silence. โWhat you doinโ?โ
You sank lower into the bubbles. โBath.โ
โThat explains why you sound all relaxed anโ shit while Iโm over here barely alive.โ
โYou chose wrestling.โ
โAnd I choose you too,โ he said immediately.
That made you smile harder than it shouldโve.
You heard him shifting around, probably laying flat across the hotel bed now, one arm over his eyes. You could picture it perfectly at this point. The black compression shirt half peeled off, chains still hanging from his neck because he was too tired to take them off yet.
โYou celebrate with everybody after?โ you asked quietly.
โNah. Ainโt really feel like it.โ
Your expression softened a little.
He continued after a second. โEverybody went out. Jimmy kept tryna drag me with โem.โ He paused. โI just wanted to talk to you.โ
The bathroom suddenly felt warmer.
โIโm serious.โ His voice got lower. More honest. โWhole arena loud as hell tonight, but I still kept thinkinโ about callinโ you after.โ
You stared up at the ceiling, trying not to melt completely.
Long distance had been hard in ways nobody else really understood. The missed flights. The time zones. Falling asleep on FaceTime. Watching him through a screen while thousands of people got to stand right in front of him every week.
But moments like this made it feel manageable.
โYou know what I hate?โ he suddenly asked.
โThat after the showsโฆ I canโt come home to you.โ
The words sat heavy between you.
You swallowed softly. โI know.โ
โI be seeinโ everybody with their people backstage. Then I get back here by myself.โ A pause. โDonโt like that shit.โ
You traced lazy circles through the bubbles with your fingers. โI donโt like it either.โ
Not awkward. Never awkward.
Then his tone shifted slightly. โLemme see you.โ
You laughed. โBoy, Iโm in a bath.โ
โYou are ridiculous.โ
โIโm deprived, baby.โ
โMan, turn the camera on.โ
You shook your head smiling anyway, finally switching to video.
The second his face appeared, your chest tightened a little.
He looked tired with his damp curls pushed back, gold chain against his chest, hoodie half unzipped, but the second he saw you surrounded by bubbles his entire expression softened.
โYou just look pretty sittinโ there.โ
Your face warmed immediately.
Meanwhile he stared at the screen like it physically hurt not being able to touch you.
โYou got all them bubbles and still got me losinโ my mind.โ
โIโm just sayinโ.โ
You rolled your eyes playfully, but he caught the smile you were trying to hide.
โThere it is,โ he said quietly. โMiss that smile.โ
Your heart squeezed painfully.
โYouโll see it in person soon.โ
โIโm flyinโ to you the second Iโm done with SmackDown.โ
โYou said that last time.โ
โAnโ I meant it last time too.โ
You laughed again, and for the first time all night, he looked fully relaxed.
The room stayed dim around him while steam fogged your camera slightly. Thousands of miles apart, but somehow it still felt intimate. Like you were sharing the same night together.
Jey looked at you for another long second before speaking softer this time.
โStay on the phone with me till you fall asleep?โ
You stayed on the line with him, the phone propped against the edge of the tub as the bubbles slowly dissolved around you. His breathing had evened out a little, but he wasn't asleep. You could tell by the way he kept shifting, the rustle of sheets, the occasional low hum when he adjusted the phone.
โYou comfortable?โ he asked.
โMhm.โ You let your head fall back against the rim of the tub. โWaterโs startinโ to cool though.โ
โI know.โ But you didnโt move. You just liked hearing him there, even through a speaker.
โYou gonna let me watch?โ
Your eyes snapped open. โJey.โ
โWhat?โ He sounded innocent, but you knew better. โIโm just sayinโ. You been in there a while. Ainโt nothinโ wrong with lookinโ at whatโs mine.โ
โMmhm.โ The low rumble of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. โYou know you mine.โ
You bit your lip, not answering right away. The steam had mostly cleared, leaving your skin damp and slick, water beading along your collarbone. The bubbles had thinned enough that the outline of your body was visible beneath the surface.
โYou see somethinโ you like?โ he murmured.
Your heart kicked. You knew where this was headed, the same way it always did when the nights got late and the distance felt too wide. Heโd get that hunger in his voice, low and rough, and youโd let him talk you into things that made your cheeks burn for hours after.
โCameraโs fogged up,โ you said weakly.
You hesitated, then reached out and dragged your finger across the lens. His face cleared on the screen, and then his view of you cleared too โ shoulders bare, water lapping just below your chest, nipples pebbled from the cooling air.
โNah, donโt โJeyโ me. You knew what you was doinโ takinโ a bath and callinโ me.โ
โSame difference.โ He shifted, and you heard the soft clink of his chain against the headboard. The camera tilted as he propped himself up, his face filling the screen again. Dark eyes, heavy-lidded, focused entirely on you. โStand up.โ
โStand up, baby. Let me see you.โ
Your thighs pressed together under the water. Slowly, gripping the edges of the tub, you rose. Water cascaded down your body in rivulets, splashing back into the bath. Droplets clung to your skin, catching the dim bathroom light. You stood there, exposed, water sliding between your breasts, down your stomach, over the curve of your hips.
You obeyed, feeling his gaze like a physical weight on your back. The water ran down your spine, over the swell of your ass. You heard him exhale, long and shaky.
You glanced over your shoulder at the phone. โThis what you wanted?โ
โYou know it is.โ His voice had dropped an octave, rough with need. โNow come here. Bring the phone to the bed.โ
You stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel but not using it. Water dripped onto the tile as you padded to the bedroom, phone held in front of you. You set it against a pillow, then climbed onto the mattress, lying on your side facing the camera.
He was watching you like you were the only thing in the world.
โYou donโt know what you do to me,โ he said quietly.
A low sound escaped his throat, half laugh, half groan. โYou tryna kill me tonight?โ
โMaybe.โ You let your hand drift down your stomach, fingers trailing through the moisture still on your skin. โYou sound like you need to relax.โ
โI need a lot more than that.โ
You smiled, slow and teasing. โThen take what you need.โ
His eyes darkened. The camera shifted as he adjusted his position, and then his hand came into frame, sliding down his chest, past the chain, lower. His abs tensed. He didnโt break eye contact with the lens.
โTouch yourself for me,โ he said.
Your breath hitched. Your hand moved lower, fingers brushing your clit. You were already wet from more than the bath. A soft moan escaped your lips.
โThatโs it,โ he murmured. โLet me hear you.โ
You circled your clit slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure as his hand worked himself in rhythm. The sound of his breathing, harsh and uneven, filled the space between you.
โFaster,โ he ordered.
You obeyed, your hips bucking against your own hand. The pressure built, coiling low in your belly. His name fell from your lips like a prayer.
โIโm close,โ you gasped.
โLook at me when you come.โ
Your eyes locked onto his. The connection, even through a screen, was electric. Your orgasm crashed through you, your back arching, cry muffled against your own wrist.
He followed a moment later, a guttural groan, his body shuddering on the hotel bed.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just heavy breathing and the soft crackle of the phone speaker.
Finally, he let out a breathy laugh. โI needed that.โ
You giggled, still catching your breath. โMe too.โ
He paused, then added softly, โI love you.โ
Your chest swelled. โI love you too, Jey.โ
You ended the call, stared at the ceiling, and felt the ache of missing him settle back into your bones.
The next week felt painfully slow.
Every phone call with Jey ended the same way.
โSoon,โ youโd repeat back.
But neither of you realized how soon.
The arena was loud enough to shake the floor beneath your shoes.
Production crew members rushed around with headsets, wrestlers moved in and out of gorilla position, TVs played the live broadcast overhead, and somewhere in the building the crowd started chanting Jeyโs name so loudly it echoed through the hallway.
You stood tucked behind a stack of production crates trying not to smile too hard.
One of the crew members looked over at you. โHe has no idea youโre here?โ
โThat manโs about to lose his mind.โ
You had landed only an hour earlier after coordinating the whole thing with one of the women from production. Jey thought you were at home. Meanwhile youโd been sitting backstage the entire show wearing one of his hoodies with your overnight bag hidden in the staff office.
The closer his match got, the more nervous you became.
Not because you were unsure about him.
Because you missed him so bad it almost hurt.
The crowd suddenly exploded.
You looked toward the monitor just in time to hear:
Your stomach flipped instantly.
Jey came through the curtain on screen with all his usual energy, hyping up the crowd, chains swinging against his chest while thousands of people screamed for him.
And somehow seeing him in person after weeks apart felt different than watching on television.
You folded your arms tightly over yourself trying not to get emotional.
One of the makeup artists beside you smiled knowingly. โYeahโฆ that reunion about to be crazy.โ
You laughed quietly. โProbably.โ
By the time the match ended, the arena was deafening.
You watched him celebrate in the ring for a moment before slipping away from the monitor and heading closer toward the backstage entrance where heโd come through the curtain.
Your heartbeat was ridiculous now.
Jey walked through sweaty and breathless, still full of adrenaline while people patted his shoulders and yelled congratulations around him.
He laughed, talking back to everybody, until his eyes landed on you.
And he stopped moving completely.
Like his brain genuinely couldnโt process what he was seeing.
The hallway noise faded around you.
You smiled slowly. โHey.โ
You laughed harder at the stunned look on his face.
โWhat, you donโt recognize me?โ
He stared for another full second before immediately pushing past everybody toward you.
The second he reached you his arms wrapped around your waist so fast you squealed, nearly losing balance as he lifted you clean off the floor.
โBaby!โ he shouted, laughing into your neck.
You buried your face against him instantly, breathing him in while he held you impossibly tight.
โYou here?!โ he kept saying. โYou actually here?!โ
โWhen did you get here?โ
โLike an hour agoโโ
โYou sneaky as hell!โ
You laughed harder as he finally set you down only to grab your face immediately afterward, staring at you like he still didnโt believe it.
โYou serious right now?โ
The look in his eyes almost melted you right there backstage.
He leaned down and kissed you hard without caring who saw.
Crew members instantly started yelling and hyping in the background.
Jey barely acknowledged any of them. His forehead stayed pressed against yours while he grinned so hard his cheeks hurt.
โYou got me messed up right now,โ he muttered.
โYou happy to see me?โ
โYou know damn well I am.โ
โI missed you so much.โ
That softness in his voice hit harder than anything else.
You rubbed your thumb against his jaw gently. โI know.โ
He kissed you again, slower this time, one hand sliding around your waist possessively like he needed constant reassurance you were actually there.
You needed the same thing.
The hotel room felt completely different with you in it.
Your shoes were kicked off near the door, your overnight bag sat open on the chair, and Jey couldnโt stop touching you long enough to even properly settle down.
The second the door closed behind you both, he grabbed you again.
You laughed breathlessly. โJeyโโ
He backed you gently against the door, kissing you like heโd been thinking about it for weeks, because he had.
One hand rested on your waist while the other cupped your jaw carefully, like despite all the intensity he still wanted to be gentle with you.
โYou know how hard that was?โ he murmured against your lips.
โSeeing you backstage lookinโ all good anโ not beinโ able to disappear immediately.โ
You smiled. โYouโre dramatic.โ
โNah.โ He kissed your cheek. โI was sufferinโ.โ
You laughed softly, but it faded the second he looked at you again.
Because underneath all the jokes and flirting, there was something almost emotional in his expression.
Like he still couldnโt fully believe you were there.
โYou really surprised me,โ he said quietly.
โBest surprise I ever got.โ
Your chest tightened instantly.
He pulled you toward the bed with him until both of you collapsed onto the mattress laughing softly. The room finally got quiet after all the arena noise, all the travel, all the distance.
Now it was just you and him.
Jey laid on his back pulling you against his chest while his fingers lazily traced up and down your spine.
โThis way better than celebrating,โ he muttered.
You looked up at him. โYou sure?โ
โBaby.โ He kissed the top of your forehead. โI got everything I wanted right here.โ
The hotel room fell quiet around them, the muffled noise of the city far below nothing but a distant hum. Jey's fingers kept moving along her spine, slow and lazy, like he was memorizing the shape of you through the fabric of his hoodie you still wore. You could feel his heartbeat under her cheek, steady now, no longer racing from the match.
You tilted your head up to look at him. His eyes were already on you, dark and soft in the dim light from the bedside lamp.
He didn't answer. Just brushed a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a gentleness that made your chest ache.
โI really missed you,โ he said again, like he needed to hear it twice.
You reached up and touched his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of stubble. โI know. I missed you too.โ
He turned his head and kissed your palm, then her wrist. His lips lingered on her pulse point, and she felt it flutter under his mouth.
Slowly, he rolled them over until he was above her, braced on his forearms, looking down at her. The weight of him felt good, solid, real.
โYou don't know how many nights I laid in some random hotel bed thinkin' about this,โ he said, voice low. โAbout havin' you right here under me.โ
She slid her hands up his chest, over the compression shirt still clinging to his skin. โShow me.โ
He leaned down and kissed her, deep and slow, his tongue sweeping into her mouth like he had all the time in the world. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
The kiss broke only so he could sit back on his heels, reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it off in one motion, tossing it somewhere behind him. His skin gleamed under the lamp light, sweat still drying from the match, every muscle defined. She reached for him, palms flat against his stomach, feeling the heat of him.
โYour turn,โ he said, tugging gently at the hoodie she wore. She sat up enough to let him peel it off, then the tank top underneath. His eyes traveled down her body, slow, deliberate.
โFuck,โ he breathed. โYou so beautiful.โ
She felt her cheeks warm, but she didn't look away. She reached for the button of his jeans, and he helped her push them down his hips along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, already hard, the tip glistening. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking once, twice, and he let out a low groan.
โNah,โ he said, catching her wrist. โNot yet. I wanna taste you first.โ
He guided her back onto the mattress, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings. She lifted her hips, and he pulled them down, along with her panties, baring her completely. The air hit her wet skin, and she shivered.
He settled between her thighs, spreading them wide with his hands. The lamp light caught the slickness of her, and he let out a sound that was almost a growl.
โLook at you,โ he muttered. โAll wet for me already.โ
She bit her lip as he lowered his head. The first touch of his tongue against her clit made her gasp, her hips bucking instinctively. He held her down with a firm hand on her stomach, his tongue circling slow, teasing.
He hummed against her, the vibration sending sparks through her whole body. He licked from her entrance up to her clit, then back down, lapping at her like he was savoring every drop. His tongue pressed flat against her, then pointed, flicking at the sensitive nub until she was writhing.
He slid two fingers inside her without warning, curling them just right. Her back arched off the bed.
โThat feel good, baby?โ he asked against her thigh, his breath hot.
โYesโfuckโdon't stop.โ
He didn't. He pumped his fingers in and out while his mouth worked her clit, alternating between sucking and licking. Her moans filled the room, loud and breathless, and he seemed to feed on them, going harder, faster.
She felt the pressure building, coiling tight in her belly. Her hand fisted in his hair, pulling him closer.
โI'm gonnaโJey, I'mโโ
โCome for me,โ he said, his voice muffled but commanding.
And she did, her orgasm crashing through her, her cry sharp as her thighs clamped around his head. He kept licking through it, drawing it out until she was trembling, oversensitive.
He finally lifted his head, chin glistening, a satisfied smirk on his face. He crawled up her body, kissing his way over her stomach, between her breasts, up her neck.
โYou taste so fuckin' good,โ he murmured against her ear.
She was still catching her breath, but she reached down between them, wrapping her hand around his cock again. This time he didn't stop her. He was slick with pre-cum, and she spread it down his length.
โI want you inside me,โ she said.
He didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her wet folds. He looked into her eyes.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. She gasped at the fullness, her nails digging into his shoulders. He paused once he was fully sheathed, letting her adjust.
โFuck, you feel amazing,โ he said, voice strained.
Slow at first, long deep strokes that hit all the right spots. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. He lowered his head, kissing her, swallowing her moans. His pace built, faster, harder, the bed creaking beneath them.
โLook at me,โ he demanded.
She opened her eyes, met his gaze. The connection was electric, raw, intimate. Sweat slicked his brow, his muscles tensed with every thrust.
โI love you,โ he said, the words punched out with each stroke.
โI love you too,โ she gasped.
He shifted angle, and she cried out as he hit a deeper spot. His hand slid between them, thumb pressing against her clit, and she shattered again, clenching around him, her orgasm triggering his. He buried himself deep with a groan, spilling inside her, his body shuddering.
For a long moment, they just lay there, tangled together, breathing hard. He pulled out slowly and collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms.
She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. His hand stroked her hair.
โI ain't ever lettin' you leave again,โ he murmured.
She smiled against his skin.
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