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HangMox sexting after Mox sees Hanger wearing a shirt he DEFINITELY swiped from Mox's luggage. maybe Mox telling him what to do with it?

Desire (I'm Hungry) - also on AO3

Adam is the king of bad decisions, and decides to steal Mox's clothes.

Okay, for the record, I remembered this prompt as, "HangMox Adam steals Mox's clothes and Mox finds out about it," so it's not that I Schrodingered this prompt, I just fucked it to hell and back but so closely that it would be silly to write the another one directly addressing this prompt. Title from Desire by Meg Myers.

Adam’s not jealous. He tells himself that, over and over, as he watches Mox finish his match.

“Are you good, man?” Nick asks, frowning over at him. “You’re all twitchy.”

“I’m fine,” Adam says, teeth gritted.

Matt blinks at him. “I think I just heard you clench your jaw.”

“Shut up,” Adam grumbles.

Nick and Matt share one of those weird looks, the ones where Adam knows they’re talking without words.

“I think,” Nick says, “you should, maybe, talk to him.”

“Fuck that,” Adam snarls. “He wants to talk to me, he can get higher than number 4 in the rankings and meet me in the ring.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “You’re a lot more fun when Mox is fucking you on the regular.”

“You’re a lot more fun when you shut the fuck up.”

“You don’t have to be mean to me because your boyfriend kissed somebody else,” Matt says, haughty.

“He is not my boyfriend.” Adam folds his arms over his chest. “And I moved on.”

Nick scoffs, halfway through pulling his hair back in a new ponytail. “Sure. Moved from one weird, violent sex buddy to another. Swerve’s so great for you, man.”

“He – it was once!”

“It was enough to mess with your head so bad you’re jealous Mox kissed somebody else.”

Adam groans and drops onto the couch. “I’m not messed up.”

“You keep telling yourself that, buddy.” Matt claps him on the shoulder. “Anyway. I have to make a phone call.”

“Yeah, tell Eddie I say hi,” Adam says.

Matt rolls his eyes. “I won’t get a word in. He’s pissed at me for being, in his words, a bitchy, power hungry megalomaniac.” He adjusts his button down. “He’s just jealous I’m about to get a belt.”

“He has three,” Adam says, throwing a shoe at Matt’s back. “Learn to count.”

“Learn to have sex with regular men!”

Adam doesn’t mean to do it on purpose. The opportunity presents itself like a gift, in front of him unexpectedly. The universe is telling him to do it.

And, also, the open and unguarded BCC locker room.

He slips in, unseen, crossing his fingers that Claudio isn’t lurking in a dark corner ready to ambush him. It’s empty and he flips the light on. Perfect.

He finds Mox’s bag easily, still the same as last year when they first started doing whatever it was, and digs around. His first thought is one of Mox’s white tee shirts, worn and soft, but either the man himself is wearing it or he didn’t bring one today. It’s tempting to steal one of his Death Jitsu long sleeves, but that feels a little too much. Eventually, he makes his decision. A grey v-neck calls to him. Not the usual color he likes best, but he thinks it’ll work.

He pulls it out and leaves the bag intentionally mussed. It wouldn’t do for Mox to think the shirt was a coincidence.

Adam sneaks back into the EVP room, where Nick is scrolling on his phone.

“What the eff did you do?” he asks, dressed again in the bloody white suit. It’s ridiculous. And kind of genius. “Why do you look all guilty?”

“I don’t look guilty!” Adam argues. He throws himself onto the couch.

Nick turns to him. “Did you have sex with Swerve again?”

Adam scoffs. “No.”

“Are you lying!”

“I am not lying,” Adam insists.

Nick turns to him, leveling those weird eyes on Adam. “Maybe not about this. Where were you?”

Adam tries his best to keep eye contact, not to back down. “Out.”

“Out where?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because you have somebody’s shirt in your hand and I want to make sure it’s not going to be evidence in your murder trial.”

Adam blinks and looks down. “Fuck.”

“Seriously,” Nick says. “Never play poker. Unless it’s against me. Then I can guarantee a win.” He nods to the shirt. “Whose is that?”

Caught, Adam slumps into the chair. “Don’t judge me.”

“Oh, gross,” Nick whines. “Did you sleep with Cole again?!”

“Hell no!” Adam says. “That hasn’t happened since, like, 2021.”

“Slut.”

“Fuck you,” Adam says. “I don’t comment on your intention to fuck your way through the roster.”

“Literally yes you do,” Nick says. “All the time.” He narrows his eyes. “Oh. You only get this bitchy…” He trails off. “Effing hell, just go screw Mox and get it out of your system.”

Adam groans. “I hate you for figuring that out.”

“You don’t.” He stares at Adam.

“What?”

“Are you going to go get laid or what?” Nick nudges at him with a red laced sneaker. It still has a few droplets of blood on it. “Come on. He hasn’t been in a weird gay feud with anybody since us. You should go talk to him.”

Adam shouldn’t, is the thing.

“Okay,” Adam says, nodding. “I – after my promo.”

The after promo is…accurate, if not entirely. He got a little unhinged by accident, but it’s not his fault. Swerve brings out the worst in him.

“Jesus Christ.”

Adam turns around, still feeling a bit wild. “Oh. Hi.” The fact that it’s Mox should hit harder. The fact that he’s wearing Mox’s shirt should do so as well, but he’s still feeling a little screwed up. He wants Swerve to meet him where he is. He wants to beat Swerve. And he can’t.

“God – get over here.” Mox grabs Adam by the bicep and drags him, actually drags him, into a locker room. “What is wrong with you?”

“Swerve,” Adam says automatically.

“Yeah, no shit, but this?” He runs a finger along the collar of Adam’s – Mox’s – shirt. Adam shivers, aching for more of a touch. “This is a lot, baby.”

“You – no.” Adam pauses, trying to figure out what he could say to make this feel normal.

“If you wanted my attention,” Mox says, fingering the hem of the shirt Adam stole, “all you had to do was ask.”

“You’ve been out there kissing other guys,” Adam says before he can stop himself. “You didn’t seem like you cared.”

“You jealous?” Mox asks. His fingers tighten. Adam doesn’t have a choice but to lean in, a little more. “Mad I kissed Dax?”

Adam nods, despite himself. “We were fighting and fucking and then all of a sudden…” Adam trails off. Mox knows what happened. Or, better said, what stopped happening.

“You miss me,” Mox chuckles. Adam feels familiar fingertips running along his stomach, burning the prints into his skin. “I knew you’d come back, baby.”

Adam fights the urge to whimper. It didn’t feel like this with Swerve. It didn’t feel like this with anybody but Mox. “I’m stealing your shirt,” he whispers.

“You sure about that?” Mox grabs a handful and yanks him in. “’Cause I don’t think you’ll be wearing it much longer.” They crush together in a kiss and Adam melts. Mox takes over, takes the lead. It feels good to not have to fight. It feels good to know he can lean into it and fall. Mox already knows who he is. There’s nothing left to prove.

Adam sinks to his knees without being told, knowing how what to do, knowing how this goes.

“Don’t think I remember you being this easy about it,” Mox murmurs, placing his hand on top of Adam’s head. His fingers slide into curls and Adam feels like he’s home. “You usually bitch more.”

“Don’t wanna bitch,” Adam says, yanking at Mox’s belt. “Just – I want…” He trails off as he pulls Mox’s dick out, already hard. “Yeah. That.” He looks up at Mox, waiting for permission.

“Swerve really fucked you up, didn’t he, baby?”

“You did first,” Adam almost pleads. He doesn’t know how to explain what he means.

Mox’s face changes, almost sad. “You never called back, baby,” he says, stroking Adam’s scalp. “Thought you were done. Didn’t wanna push.”

Adam wanted to be pushed, though. “I wanted you to,” he mumbles.

“Then being pushy it is.”

Mox tightens his grip in Adam’s hair and guides his mouth to his dick. Adam opens, feeling solid and anchored as Mox shoves him. He whimpers around it, trying to move, but Mox has a firm grip. He’ll be used, and he had to ask for it, but he doesn’t have to now.

He doesn’t have to fight.

Adam’s eyes roll a little as Mox moves him up and down on his cock, murmuring and muttering how good Adam is and how good it feels. Velvet-smooth, same salty taste, same urge to gag on it that Adam resists at the risk of losing it. He looks up as best he can to see a burning gaze on his face. Mox smiles.

“If I’d know this is what you wanted,” he says, softly, too softly for the way he’s fucking Adam’s face, “I would’a given it months ago.”

It’s okay, Adam tries to says with his watery eyes. I’m getting it now.

Mox’s hips start snapping harder, his cock roughly taking priority over air in Adam’s throat, and Adam anchors himself on Mox’s thighs, a grip on denim. He hopes the jeans are new, that the dye will stain under his fingernails and stay with him. “Fucking – forgot how your mouth – fuck.” He doesn’t warn Adam, and Adam doesn’t want him to. He knew. He could tell. With a groan that, if Adam dreams enough, could have been Adam’s name, Mox comes down his throat, overpowering every other sensation as his face is shoved all the way into the patch of curls at the base of Mox’s dick.

He realizes, vaguely, he should be breathing. It’s not the priority, though.

Mox pulls his head off by the hair. “Fuck,” Mox pants. “You – stand up.”

“I don’t think I can,” Adam croaks. His voice and throat, and possibly his entire self, is wrecked.

Mox rolls his eyes. “Get up here.” He squats, getting his arms under Adam’s and hauls him to unsteady feet. “There you go. Back against the wall.”

Adam drops against the wall, still fuck drunk and spaced out. “Do I get to?” he mumbles.

“I’d say so,” Mox says. He pauses, hands on Adam’s belt. “Are you good?”

“I’m good,” Adam says, and he forces his eyes to focus on Mox. “I want it. Please?”

Mox sighs. “This is fucking stupid,” he grumbles, but he spits in one hand and undoes Adam’s belt and jeans with the other.

It’s sparks he sees, as he rubs at the tear tracks down his face. He fucks up into Mox’s hand as Mox leans in and kisses him, biting at his lips. Adam grips at Mox’s shoulders. He’d missed the smell of Mox, the feel of him. He’d hoped the shirt would be enough to quench his desperation, but he’d been wrong. Even this doesn’t feel like it’ll sate him for more than a few days.

He needs this more.

“Mox,” he whines, tilting his head to the side. “Mox, I need – I want –”

“Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” Mox murmurs. He sucks a bruise into Adam’s neck like a brand, and that’s it. Adam comes violently, shaking, loud, and forgets to worry that this might be the last time he gets this.

Mox is shushing him, thumb rubbing soothing patterns against Adam’s throat. “I got you. Breathe, baby.”

Adam nods, even more out of it than he’d been before. “Mox,” he whimpers. “I don’t want this to stop.”

“Then answer my fuckin’ calls,” Mox insists. Adam opens his eyes to see Mox staring at him. “You hear me? I’m not fucking around.”

Adam nods. “Okay. I – I will.”

“Christ,” Mox says. He holds up his hand. “I’m a mess.”

He doesn’t have to ask. Adam leans in and licks his hand clean. He can do good for Mox. He can hold onto this. He won’t do anything that’ll make him lose this feeling,

“Jesus,” Mox mutters.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” He’s nodding as Adam pulls back, leaning on the wall for support. “Just – never seen you like this.” He presses their foreheads together. “I thought you were done.”

“Wasn’t,” Adam mumbles. “Always want…this.”

Mox sighs. “Come on, then. We’ll get you put back together.” He tucks Adam back into his pants, buttoning him up and fixing his jeans. “You shower yet?” Adam shakes his head. “Alright, we’ll go do that, back at my hotel room.”

Adam can’t fight the sparkle that rises in him. “Really?”

“Yes,” Mox says firmly. “With the way you’ve been going out of your mind the past few months, you need some sorta…Fuck, I don’t know. But I’m keeping an eye on you.”

Adam nods and Mox walks him back to the EVP locker room to gather his things.

Matt and Nick, putting this final touches on their gear, look up. “Oh,” Nick says. Then he sees Mox behind Adam. “Oh.”

“Don’t you say a fuckin’ thing or I’ll tell the whole roster about what you and Bryan did in the ring last week,” Mox says firmly.

Adam turns. It’s enough to snap him out of a daze. “Will you tell me?”

“Screw him, tell me!” Matt says. He hits Nick in the head with a flipflop. “You didn’t tell me you effed Bryan!”

The two of them bicker as Adam gets his things, feeling calmed and collected for the first time in months. Mox keeps a watchful eye from the door.

“Okay,” Adam says. “That’s it.”

“Where are you going?” Matt asks, wary. He turns his gaze on Mox. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” Mox says. He settles a hand on Adam’s waist. “We’re fine.”

Matt presses his lips together, then nods slowly. “Take care of him,” he says, firm. “You swear?”

Mox smiles. “I swear.”

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