#ship: orangekip

[underratedandoverit]

Nothing But You And I

~4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

mature content? in my blog?? in my fics??? for once its more likely than you think

warnings for implied sexual content (there is a fade to black), a very soft praise kink, making out, stripping. submissive!kip, theres a few swears, they are handy and suggestive, sexual tension. as i put in the ao3 tags, theres a lot of smoke but no actual fire, they are just spicy ✨

can be read as a follow up to "not even thinking twice" but it also works as a standalone, as theres only few small references to what happens in the other one

this is the spiciest shit you can get out of me honestly. im a very squeamish ace person, but willing to push myself as a writer, so this is a result of that. imm honestly very happy with this one, i honestly think its one of my best, if not personally THE best, to date, sssoooo. theres that. would love to hear what you think if you choose to read it, it would mean a lot! 💜

on ao3

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Kip paced back and forth in the hallway, trying to arrange the words into the correct order in his mind. He didn’t know how long he had been there trying to make sense of everything, the track of time was a foreign concept to him at this point, and the liminal space of the hotel corridor wasn’t really helping him with that. All Kip had was the number of the correct hotel room, and a burning passion to get his title back.

Almost on an instinct at the thought, Kip glanced at his shoulder, his face sinking a little at the lack of gold on it, once again. While people would probably have said that the BTE title didn’t mean much of anything in terms of success or career highlights, Kip heavily disagreed with that statement. Maybe it was because it had been the one title he had held in this company, be it a shoot vlog one or not, but it held a special meaning to him and a special place in his heart.

So not only seeing Orange Cassidy now hold it, but also living with the knowledge that Kip had lost the title specifically to him after everything, it was just something he wasn’t able to handle very well.

Kip stopped pacing for a second, standing in front of the hotel room door, raising his hand up for a stern knock. He didn’t do it though, only groaned in annoyance, returning back to walking in circles. It was late, he was probably asleep already anyway, so Kip wasn’t really sure why he bothered with all of this so much. He could easily sleep on it, or at least try to, and catch Cassidy first thing in the morning, to demand a rematch for the title that should rightfully still be his.

“Hey.”

Kip froze in place, the familiar voice catching him off guard. His eyes shot towards it after a split second, staring at the blond standing in the now open doorway that Kip hadn’t heard opening as he had been way too deep in his own thoughts, Cassidy letting out a yawn as he ran a hand through his short hair. There was something in the look he was giving to Kip that he wasn’t quite sure how to decipher at first, but as Cassidy continued to speak, it became pretty obvious.

“Can you stop that? Some of us are trying to sleep here.”

Annoyance. It was definitely annoyance.

Too bad for Cassidy he wasn’t as annoyed by the situation as Kip was, as the Brit stepped closer, getting up to the blond’s face. Cassidy didn’t even flinch, the pair of unamused blue eyes just staring back at him as he yawned quietly again.

“Well wake the fuck up sunshine, I want my title back.”

Cassidy just looked at him, lazily leaning against the door frame without moving an inch. The situation reminded Kip a lot about the way Cassidy had initially coaxed the title match out of him in the first place, just confirming the feeling Kip had had earlier while planning on putting himself into this situation that he had to fall down to similar tactics to best the dastardly Orange Cassidy this time around himself.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Cassidy asked, shrugging his shoulders a little. He clearly wasn’t going to move or give into Kip’s demands, which Kip was sure he already knew. Cassidy was just playing mind games with him at this point, growing the Brit more and more irritated at him with every ignorant statement he made.

“The title! I want a shot!”

Cassidy blinked at him blankly a couple of times, before leaning a bit closer, out of the doorway, glancing around the two of them up and down the empty hallway. Kip watched him, clearly confused, as Cassidy returned back to his original position, shrugging again.

“Brandon’s not here. The stand-ins are not here. I can’t give you a title shot unless it’s official.”

“You think this is a joke, don’t you?”

Cassidy didn’t reply, he didn’t react to the statement at all, but Kip could sense it from him. The blond was making a mockery of the precious vlog title, his precious vlog title, and Kip wasn’t going to stand for it. He stepped closer, as close as he possibly could to Cassidy, eyes narrowing at him as Kip huffed some extremely annoyed energy out of himself, trying his best to ignore the way the tips of their noses softly brushed against one another.

“You’re gonna give me a shot at the title, and you’re gonna give it to me now!”

“Okay.”

Kip went quiet, just staring at Cassidy for a second before his brows furrowed, Kip leaning slightly away from him, clearly suspicious about this situation.

“…Okay?” he repeated, trying to work it out in his brain what the blond was on about.

“You can have a shot.”

Kip was still definitely suspicious about all of this, the conclusion came around much easier than he expected, but at the same time he had always known that Cassidy wasn’t made up to be a champion so maybe he was already regretting this and wanted to lose the title to avoid the responsibilities that came with it. Maybe Kip showing this passionate side of him to Cassidy was making the fraud of a current champion realize how much he actually wanted this, making Cassidy regret ever taking it from him. Maybe --

“But you have to earn it first.”

Getting another sudden flashback to how Cassidy had pulled his title shot out of him, Kip bit his lower lip, swearing he could see a little teasing smirk tugging in the corner of Cassidy’s mouth at the sight of Kip’s obviously racing thoughts. Maybe he was also thinking the same thing, how things had happened last week, agreeing to have a repeat of that. Or maybe that was just what Kip wanted out of this, what he wanted to believe.

“Or you can just say no and we can leave it at that and --”

“I-I’ll do anything.”

The words slipped out of his mouth before Kip could stop himself, the desperation in his voice so obvious he couldn’t help but the wince a little afterwards. Of course he meant it, but he wasn’t supposed to show weakness like that, not at a moment like this, not so openly to someone like Cassidy. The blond just looked at him, slowly raising one brow at him, this time Kip being sure there was a smirk accompanying his glance.

“…Anything?”

Kip slowly nodded. This was the one title that had meant so much to him, the only one he had held in recent memory that made him even somewhat relevant in the eyes of the audience. He craved the compliments he got while carrying it around and wearing it, he missed the weight of it on his shoulders, both physically and metaphorically, he missed the glimmer of gold that was truly his. The one thing that Kip had won, that gave him admiration, attention, a reason. He missed it. Kip missed all of it.

And yes. He was so ready to do anything to get it back. Anything Cassidy threw at him would be worth it, to get that title back on his shoulder, around his waist, to have those feelings of importance and meaning again.

Kip watched, in slight confusion, as Cassidy suddenly turned around on his heels, sluggishly making his way back inside the hotel room, leaving the door open after him. Kip stared at the empty, open doorway for a moment, it slowly dawning on him that this was an invitation for him. He could feel his heartbeat growing faster at the sudden realization that it was just going to be the two of them, at this late of an hour, together in Cassidy’s otherwise empty hotel room.

Kip tried to shake the thought off as he stepped past the threshold and inside the room, slowly closing the door after him. He had to remind himself that he was here for the title, for the shot he deserved to regain it, and that was it. Just because it happened to be with Cassidy was irrelevant. He would have done this with anyone else too. Maybe not like this, maybe he would have been more patient with someone else, but Kip definitely would have demanded a title shot. He --

“Come here.”

Kip looked at him, spotting Cassidy sitting at the end of the bed, slowly patting the spot next to him. Kip hesitated for a moment before he managed to get his feet moving again, slowly approaching the bed and the blond sitting on it. He felt nervous, without really being able to put a finger on why. He forcefully pushed the memory of Cassidy pinning him against the couch a week ago out of his mind, knowing this time wouldn’t be like that. This situation was different, he had no reason to try the same trick on him twice.

Kip finally sat on the bed next to him, watching as Cassidy inhaled deeply, leaning his arms against his legs as he leaned forward on his spot, clearly switching gears into a thinking mode. Kip didn’t bother to ask him anything, it was fairly obvious that he was running through scenarios on how the Brit would be showing that he had earned another title shot after just losing to him. Cassidy wasn’t the kind of person to really plan much ahead, he thought more on the spot, or so Kip had at least noticed throughout the torment he had put the blond through in the past months. So it didn’t really look like he had planned for this either, for Kip coming up to him and demanding a title shot, and being put into this position of having to come up with something.

God he would be such a boring champion.

“Can I ask you something?”

Kip scanned the side of his face, staying quiet as Cassidy didn’t look back at him despite asking the question and waiting for an answer. The silence seemed to be enough for him though, as he continued.

“Are you really here only for the title?”

Kip looked at him, feeling an odd lump in his throat that he was sure wasn’t there before. He nodded his head quickly though, before clearing his voice a little.

“Of, of course.”

Cassidy snorted, still not looking at him, but Kip could see the teasing smile playing on his lips.

“You’re lying.”

Kip didn’t reply to him, only watched as Cassidy finally turned back towards him. The odd combination of both softness and intensity in his eyes was almost mesmerizing, Kip hadn’t really paid much attention to it before if he was being honest. Usually when he saw Cassidy without the sunglasses was inside the ring, in a differently heated moment where he had a reputation and a fighting spirit to keep up to, which was so much different than the sleepy, almost domesticated feel to the look he was giving to Kip here.

“You’re really telling me that you are here, at two in the morning, in my hotel room, when you could have done that at any point tomorrow or even tonight, just through a simple text message or a call, begging for a title shot that barely matters… And that’s all?”

Kip slowly and hesitantly nodded, getting an uncharacteristically emotive chuckle back from Cassidy who just shook his head, the smile now very obvious on his lips as he just kept looking back at Kip.

“You’re a terrible fucking liar.”

Kip opened his mouth to reply, but he had no words. He could have just easily lied about it, but something in his head was preventing him from saying any of that. Something in him didn’t make him want to sit there and lie at Cassidy, not directly to his face, but at the same time he couldn’t admit the true nature of things to him.

He could barely admit it to himself that maybe, maybe there was something a little bit more to this and his impatient passion than just regaining the title. Because Cassidy was right, he could have waited, he could have done this at any point, without being so aggressively over the top about it, without not wanting to waste any chance Kip could get to end up in this position.

The position where Cassidy suddenly, yet clearly deliberately leaned closer towards him while Kip was weighting through his potential replies, with ease cupping one of Kip’s cheeks into his hand as the Brit wasn’t even trying to stop him or resist against the touch, pressing their lips against one another.

Kip couldn’t lie to him, because he wanted this. He had hoped for this. Fuck, he had begged in his mind to put back into this position, and there were no known words on this whole goddamn planet that he could say to make it appear otherwise.

Kip slowly responded to the lazy kiss, Cassidy almost immediately pulling away from him, erupting an annoyed groan from Kip. Cassidy just smiled at him, knowing that he got him in the palm of his hand so easily, both figuratively and literally as his thumb ran over the Brit’s cheek.

“I don’t like it when you lie to me, Kip.”

The way Cassidy said his name sent shivers down Kip’s spine. The soft, yet stern voice put him under a spell he couldn’t escape from. Not that he wanted to, but the hold it had of him was like no other, the soft touch against the heating skin of his cheek just adding a layer to it all that made it feel like a dream Kip didn’t want to wake up from.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

Cassidy tilted his head, almost acting coy before he leaned closer again, trailing a row of soft kisses along Kip’s jawline. He bit his lip to hold back a moan, his breathing tightening as Kip could feel his heart rate increasing against his will at the touch of Cassidy’s lips against the scruff covering his skin while his hands worked to unbutton the rest of the Brit’s shirt with ease. Finally his hot breath tickled against Kip’s ear as Cassidy’s lips reached it, a clear smile in his voice as he whispered, “Good boy.”

Kip flinched a little, pulling away from Cassidy’s touch, taking in a deep breath, much shakier than he expected it to be. Cassidy just looked at him, the smile still playing on his lips, barely visible yet so comforting that Kip couldn’t help but to rush forward, wanting to wipe that look from his face before Cassidy could unlock more embarrassing feelings out of him, pulling the blond into a kiss. Cassidy chuckled at him, giving Kip the moment he needed to deepen the kiss.

The next few moments passed him by in a bizarre haze of passion, Kip feeling the blond moving into his lap with ease, stripping him out of the already unbuttoned shirt, hands moving into his hair to run through it. The few gentle tucks of his hair made Kip moan quietly against the kiss, in the end Cassidy clearly taking the hint as it felt like he was doing it on purpose to work Kip up, letting him barely catch his breath anymore.

As the kiss was finally broken apart, Cassidy stopped to admire his handiwork; the disheveled hair, flustered cheeks, closed eyes, and slightly parted lips as Kip was trying to steady his breathing to stop his head from spinning, looking so euphoric in his state that Cassidy let out a few swears of his own in his mind at the piece of art he had created. He hadn’t stopped before to ask himself if this was the right thing to do, but seeing Kip right there in front of him melting against his touch on more levels than just one, he knew this was what he wanted to begin with. Since last week, in fact. But…

“Hey.”

Kip didn’t open his eyes, still trying to steady himself and his spinning head, but he nodded a little in acknowledgment.

“If… If you want to stop, it’s okay. You’ve earned your shot.”

Kip’s brows furrowed but his eyes remained shut, just listening to Cassidy’s words. The blond wanted to make it very clear he wasn’t going to push the boundaries more unless this was a mutual feeling between both of them. Honestly it had started as Cassidy just trying to see how serious Kip was about all of this title shot talk after what Cassidy himself had done to get his shot the week before, but somewhere down the line since Kip had appeared unannounced and clearly so, so desperate on the doorstep of his hotel room, something had changed.

He didn’t want to see how far Kip was willing to go anymore. Maybe it was because the things he would do were becoming fairly obvious, or maybe Cassidy just wanted this to be more… Mutually enjoyable and beneficial moment instead. Something a bit more than just him trying to tease Kip into backing down.

“Unless you… Want to go on.”

“I… I do.”

Kip was still clearly out of breath, but he nodded his head again, Cassidy feeling the fingertips digging into his hips, only now really taking notice where Kip’s hands had been this entire time. “I do. I really… Really do.”

Sensing nothing but sincerity in his words, Cassidy leaned closer again, stealing a soft peck from Kip’s lips before he pushed himself up on his feet from his lap. Kip’s eyes opened as he felt the body heat of the blond disappear from his immediate vicinity, his cheeks flushing even deeper color of red as he saw Cassidy kneeling down in front of him, hands working on undoing his belt.

Kip almost wanted to ask him to stop, a sudden wave of shame and vulnerability washing over him, but as Cassidy continued to undress him without any objections, the clearly careful and practiced movements of his hands tucking the tight jeans down, Kip just found himself biting his lip to stop himself from letting out a single sound, just enjoying the brushes of Cassidy’s rough hands against his exposed skin, just the mere contact making Kip grow slightly more and more insane each time.

As Cassidy struggled a bit with the final pull of the pants, Kip wiggled his way back on the bed, the movement helping to release his legs from the denim trap. There was something almost perverse about it, how Kip was now laying on the unfamiliar hotel bed only in his underwear, watching as Cassidy crawled back on it, still fully clothed, leaning over him as the blond observed every bit of Kip, inch by inch, as if he wanted to consume all of him.

And honestly, Kip absolutely wanted him to do all of that.

Cassidy’s hand traced up his toned midsection, a line of fingers running between his pecs, raising goosebumps on Kip’s skin.

“Has anyone told you that you’re beautiful?”

Cassidy looked straight at him, Kip having to actually turn away to avert the gaze, feeling the words catching in his throat. He wanted to reply something back to him so badly, but Kip was afraid of stammering, saying the wrong thing, making a fool out of himself. Making all of this stop if he said something that Cassidy didn’t want to hear.

Kip could feel Cassidy’s hand climbing up from his chest, pressing onto his cheek, slowly but firmly turning Kip’s face back towards him. Cassidy smiled down at him, “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

Kip’s cheeks were burning, even more so as the blond leaned in for another kiss. Stealing the wind out of his lungs with ease as Cassidy locked their lips together, Kip tried to keep any coherent thoughts going on. Which was extremely difficult for him, as he could feel Cassidy’s soft lips against his, his tongue in Kip’s mouth, his hands wandering around the side of his face and the other in his hair. Kip felt like a mess under his grasp, melting into a puddle of his own wants and desires, drowning in the shows of affection he had been craving for the entire night.

Cassidy pulled away first, Kip leaning up after him, trying to hold onto the kiss for as long as possible. Cassidy hummed a little at his longing for the affection, clearly content with the response he was receiving, pressing a quick kiss on Kip’s cheek instead.

“You’re so beautiful I think I know exactly what I want to do with you.”

Kip was completely at his mercy, feeling Cassidy’s hands leaving his face and his hair, helping the blond hover over his body instead as Cassidy slowly kissed his way down him. First along his jaw, then his neck, leaving little nibbles on the soft skin, erupting almost embarrassingly soft moans from Kip. Cassidy chuckled at him, stopping for a moment to watch Kip throw one arm over his face, his cheeks so hot out of both desire and embarrassment that he didn’t want to think about Cassidy even looking at him.

“Kip…”

“Ju-just keep going.” His voice was quiet, almost whiny, demanding. And yet he was begging, like the pathetic, needy one he was. Cassidy just looked at him for a moment, before lowering his lips back against his skin, continuing to kiss down his features all the way down over Kip’s chest and his abdomen, only stopping as his hands brushed against the only piece of garment still covering the Brit, in reaction Kip’s hands shooting closer to tangle into Cassidy’s hair, stopping him in place.

The blond glanced up at Kip from under his brows, clearly curious, watching him breath heavily as Kip contemplated his options. Him stopping Cassidy on his tracks was a reflex, one that he didn’t want to act on but had no other choice, already feeling awkward enough in the situation he was put in. But Cassidy just continued to smile at him, that same smile that Kip had seen from him throughout the night; it was confident, soft, full of comfort and understanding.

“It’s okay,” Cassidy almost purred at him, Kip watching as he carefully untangled his hand from his hair. “Trust me.”

Kip suddenly sat up, Cassidy’s brows furrowing a bit at this sudden change, forcing him to sit back up as well. Cassidy’s hand was quick to cup Kip’s face again, the Brit leaning immediately into the comforting touch, letting out a shaky breath.

“You do want to do this, right?”

Kip nodded, rubbing his cheek against the palm of Cassidy’s hand a little. The smile was fast to return to the blond’s lips, as he leaned closer to Kip, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, followed by his free hand gently pushing Kip back down against the bed.

“So let me handle this. I promise you, you’re in good hands.”

Kip wasn’t denying that, he wasn’t denying wanting this either. He really did, and he knew he just needed to get over that first hurdle of not feeling so ridiculously embarrassed to let someone else take over him. Kip could feel Cassidy’s hands running over the cloth, letting out a soft whine in response. As Cassidy chuckled at him softly, Kip’s head whipped to the side, cheeks burning as he couldn’t look back at the blond again.

“Just relax.” Cassidy’s voice flowed through him, Kip shivering a bit, hoping Cassidy didn’t catch onto it. “Lay back, look gorgeous for me and… Keep moaning.” Kip closed his eyes, inhaling sharply as he could feel Cassidy’s fingers almost impatiently tiptoeing over his underwear. “I like it when you do that. Alright?”

Kip nodded his head, letting out a quiet whine in response.

“Good Kip,” Cassidy whispered, Kip feeling the last garment covering him being slowly stripped off of his body.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

[pepperstreak]

We do a bit of Shipping ~~

#ship art #reiwa three musketeers #aussie open #hangmatt #adamjf #orangekip #eddiemox #chris brookes x drew parker #fanart #wrestling art #my art #chuck Taylor #orange cassidy #chris brookes #drew parker #ren narita #yota tsuji #shota umino #chorange

[the-kipsabian]

every time i close my eyes i think about kissing you

#i wasnt gonna post this tonight but i do like the cropped version better and it survived the peer screening process lol so here #embracing that ship trash brain or whatever #just. ough #night arts #orangekip

[underratedandoverit]

kip tries to text penelope about his crush on oc, but he accidentally texts oc instead and now oc knows exactly what kip likes about him

~3k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

i dont have the brains to edit this rn but i wanna post something since i finished this and its been a hot second so. i might come back to edit this a tad later but for now it is what it is apart from that the only warning is that kip says fuck twice in text messages so. theres that lol

just something cute and fluffy for a change yay. because kip is an idiot and i think its adorable. the prompt basically says it all lmao

on ao3

@stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Laying in the hotel bed, Kip was barely awake, but sleep just refused to claim him. He had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours now, honestly annoying him to no end. Kip could feel his eyelids very heavy over his eyes, his whole body was tired and ready to fall asleep, but something was keeping him up tonight.

Tonight. Just like almost every night. Maybe that’s why he was so annoyed by it, because it was such a recurring thing. The thoughts kept coming back to him time and time again, night after night, every time he was almost asleep he could see a vision of the blond flash before his eyes, almost startling him back to the side of consciousness.

When Kip promised to both himself and Orange Cassidy that he would not rest until he got that International title belt in his grabby little British hands, he didn’t mean it as literally as his whole body and mind was obviously taking the statement.

With a sigh Kip rolled to his side, barely opening his eyes as his lazy hand reached for his phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen as it lit up with a push of a button, revealing the time to him. It had been an hour since he had gone to bed, which was still a lot longer than he had been hoping for. Kip inhaled deeply, dropping the phone from his hand next to his pillow, trying to close his eyes again for at least a moment of sleep, no matter how restless.

Soon enough the darkness behind his eyelids were occupied with the events of tonight instead. Kip had been backstage, just watching the show tonight, witnessing once again Cassidy successfully defending the title against an opponent that Tony Khan had seemingly pulled out of a bag filled with random names. Kip had to wonder though if his name was in that bag as well and he was just unlucky enough to never get called up into action against the champion, but at the same time he didn’t mind.

He enjoyed watching the champion. Observing him. His every move, every hand brushing through that hair, the intensity in his bright eyes as he focused on overcoming the increasingly difficult obstacles in his opponents. Every land of the Orange Punch, every pin he made, every victory celebration after another. Week in and week out, Kip liked watching him succeed.

…Of course, for his own personal gain only, that was obviously the only reason. There were no other thoughts going on in his head, he never reflected the rare smile on the champion's face with his own, Kip never wished that he could go up to him after a successful match to congratulate him, to hold… No, shake his hand, to tell him that Cassidy did a good job.

…That Kip wanted him to do more than just that, as he had already done a very good job against him.

No, Kip would never do such things. Never.

He groaned, still annoyed as now he definitely couldn’t shake Cassidy from his mind. Kip might have had a better chance of winning this war in his head if he just admitted to what he wanted, but at the same time he just couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. He had managed to mask it behind just wanting to get his hands on the title so far, and that had been working in his favor, more or less – at least in the sense that nobody questioned him about why he kept haunting Cassidy so mercilessly, when he was back in the back of the line for another title shot. Kip could just claim he wasn’t planning on giving up so easily, and people would buy it, and that would be it.

Well, in a sense it was true. He wasn’t giving up, or at least his mind wasn’t, but it wasn’t about the title anymore.

It was only about the champion himself.

Rolling on his back, Kip forced his eyes open, staring up at the dark ceiling. Sleep obviously wasn’t coming to him, so in the dark his hand patted for his phone, picking it up, scrolling up his contact list. As soon as he spotted Penelope’s name he clicked the messaging button, beginning to type.

‘I can’t sleep. Wyd?’

Kip stared at the three little dots very quickly forming on the screen, signaling for her typing. Soon a message popped up on the screen, much to Kip’s delight. At least he hopefully wasn’t going to have to deal with these thoughts alone tonight.

‘Nothing much. Was just gonna crash.’

As Kip stopped to ponder how he was going to present his thoughts to her, another message popped up.

‘This isn’t a booty call, is it?’

He chuckled, shaking his head a little, beginning to type.

‘No, I just wanted to talk.’

Kip stopped again, quickly typing again before Penelope had a chance to respond yet.

‘I can’t stop thinking about Clementine. I feel like I’m losing my mind.’

Maybe a bit over the top, but Kip was known for his flare for the dramatics, and they had talked about this with Penelope before, his… Supposed crush, as she liked to refer it to as, on Cassidy, so the wording felt appropriate to him. After all, it was keeping him up at night, multiple nights a week at this point, putting him in a state that he wasn’t quite sure what he was going through.

As Penelope took a while to start responding, Kip began to type again. He was hoping she was just giving him space to talk as she didn’t outright tell him no or that this wasn’t an appropriate time for this conversation, as she was usually very straight forward when it came to that kind of stuff.

‘Every time I see him I can’t stop looking at him. I want him to stare at me with those intense eyes of his again, but not as opponents in the ring, but as something more. I want him to run his hand through my hair like he does his own. Fuck I want those hands on me just in general. I can’t stop thinking about the things he would be so good at doing with them. It fucking keeps me up at night like… I think I’m going insane. He makes me go insane.’

He almost regretted the paragraph of text right after hitting send, but as the mark of it being read appeared on his screen, Kip had no place for such feelings in him anymore. He read the lines over a couple of times while waiting for Penelope to process everything and to reply back to him, nodding his head along his own words in approval. Those were the things he had been thinking about tonight, all of those about Orange Cassidy, and then some Kip wasn’t quite sure he should just pour onto her without any warning. This was already a lot, though Penelope did know quite many of them already, but still. He had to draw the line somewhere and keep the rest of his thoughts private in his own mind, where he could just as easily imagine Cassidy doing all the things he wanted him to do when Kip closed his eyes.

Kip was almost startled out of his thoughts as his phone suddenly pinged, signaling Penelope finally responding back to him. Kip’s eyes narrowed a little at the message as he read it, Penelope asking if he wanted to talk face to face about it, and asked for his room number. Maybe he had revealed a little bit too much this time, but at least Penelope wasn’t telling him to shut up and just go to sleep.

He quickly texted her back the room number, watching Penelope send back a thumbs up emoji. Kip dropped the phone from his hand, reaching with it for the light switch for the lamp next to the bed, shielding his eyes with his free hand as he managed to turn it on. Pushing himself up from the bed, Kip double checked that at least the shorts he had chosen to wear were decent before picking up the hoodie he had worn earlier in the day and just thrown over the back of the chair, quickly pulling it over his exposed upper body. He didn’t need to dress fancy or perfectly for just Penelope, but some decency was in order at least.

Kip brushed his hand through his hair a few times, trying to get rid of the possible bedhead he had managed to gather while tossing and turning in bed, walking into the bathroom to make sure in the mirror that he looked decent. As the lights flickered on in the room, he winced a little at his reflection; Kip was very well aware he was dead tired, but for some reason he hadn’t expected that to reflect on the way he looked on the outside. He had gotten rather good at cleaning the makeup after shows now so the dark circles were definitely not smudged eyeliner anymore.

With a sigh he quickly ran the faucet, splashing his face a few times with cold water in hopes of looking a bit more alive. In his head Kip quietly cursed that dastardly Orange Cassidy, keeping him awake at night like this, making him sleep deprived and looking like hell against his own will. Without being there in person doing that to him himself. What a coward.

Kip jumped a little at the sudden knock on his door, peeking his head out of the bathroom as if to confirm that he had heard the noise correctly. It repeated after a short while, Kip turning off the lights before exiting the bathroom, making his way to the door. He flipped the lock open and pressed the handle down, pushing the door open.

And getting face to face with Cassidy standing in his doorway.

Kip stared at him for a moment, the blond looking back at him equally silently, observing him from behind the sunglasses. Kip didn’t even think it was odd that he was wearing them inside at the dead hours of the night; as far as he was concerned, Cassidy probably even slept with them on. The only time they came off was inside the ring.

“So, uh,” Cassidy was the first one to break the silence, Kip just blinking blankly back at him. “Can I come in or…?”

Kip’s mind was reeling, but his tired body was working wonders for him, his feet shuffling him away from the doorway to allow the blond entrance into his hotel room. Kip knew rationally that he was waiting for Penelope, but at the same time, Cassidy was here now. Maybe Penelope had ran into him on her way, just deciding to send Cassidy his way instead to help solve this dilemma that Kip was clearly having. Maybe this had been her plan all along, the moment she asked for his room number, Penelope was just planning on giving it to Cassidy to send him over. Or --

Kip suddenly drifted back from his thoughts as he felt a presence very close to him, blinking his eyes to bring himself back to reality as Kip registered that Cassidy had stepped right up to him, standing directly in front of him. Kip froze up, not being sure what to expect from him, as Cassidy carefully untangled his hand from the door handle, proceeding to push the door shut again before his eyes slowly dragged back to Kip, the Brit feeling his face heating up against his will as he watched Cassidy pull the sunglasses from his face, with almost scary precision throwing them onto the bed across the room with just a flick of his wrist.

“So what was the other thing you wanted?” Cassidy asked as his eyes locked onto Kip’s, the Brit just staring wide eyed back at him, feeling his heartbeat rising, the pounding ringing in his ears. This was way too close to the message he had sent to Penelope, had she ratted him out to the man himself?

Kip opened his mouth, but closed it again, being both aware of what he was supposed to answer but also not being sure if he should say anything. Cassidy just looked at him, without breaking eye contact fishing his phone from his pocket, only briefly looking away from Kip to check something on the screen, a soft smile tucking the corner of the blond’s lips.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered to himself, nodding a little as he put the phone away again. Kip could barely breathe for a moment before Cassidy established eye contact again, locking Kip back in place with that mesmerizing look – the Brit just barely avoiding the hand that Cassidy extended his way, breaking Kip out of his spell as he stumbled a few steps back.

“Wha-what are you doing? Why are you here? What do you want?”

Cassidy looked at him, slowly lowering his hand down, stuffing them into his jeans pockets. Kip’s eyes unintentionally followed his hands now that there was some distance between the two of them, him swallowing thickly as he noticed the waistband of Cassidy’s boxers under the jeans showing. It wasn’t unusual for him, but at the same time this wasn’t the kind of a moment Kip wanted to be caught observing his underwear.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted? You said you wanted to talk, among all those other things. Right?”

Kip looked at him for a moment, his eyes slowly drifting away from him towards the phone still sitting in his bed. So Penelope had ratted him out actually, probably forwarding all the messages to Cassidy to put Kip in this position where he finally had to deal with all of this himself.

“So I’m here to… I don’t know,” Cassidy shrugged, his eyes following Kip’s towards the bed, the Brit’s face flaring up an even brighter color of red as he saw from the corner of his eye Cassidy observing the bed as well. Kip didn’t need to think any further to figure out what Cassidy was thinking. “Talk. Or do the stuff. Or whatever.”

Kip didn’t reply to him, instead he quickly moved over to the bed, grabbing his phone into his hand, popping the previous messages open, beginning to furiously type his distaste of this situation to Penelope. As soon as he hit send on the message, he could hear a faint sound coming from elsewhere in the room, that a quick glance around it revealed it had come from Cassidy’s phone, the blond raising a brow at his screen in confusion before looking back at Kip.

“…You do know you’ve been texting me this entire time, right?”

Kip blinked, eyes slowly falling back onto his phone, finally actually looking at the name of the receiver of the texts he had been sending tonight. He was so sure he had clicked on Penelope’s name, but much to his horror, the name on the receiver line actually did read ‘Orange’. Kip quickly backed out of the messages, double checking his contact list; unsurprisingly but absolutely disappointingly, both Penelope’s and Orange’s names showing right next to one another on the list.

He had accidentally clicked the wrong one while in his sleep deprived state earlier.

The horror slowly dawned on him, revealing to him what he had actually done. The things he had said. The feelings he had revealed. Kip slowly took a seat at the edge of the bed, throwing the phone to the side as he hid his face into his hands, letting out a pained groan filled with disgust and discomfort as it settled in how this whole situation probably looked like to Cassidy.

And the worst part about that was that everything Kip said he did actually mean.

“…Hey.”

Kip’s hands dropped from his face, but he refused to look up at Cassidy who had walked up to him, stopping in front of him. With a sigh Kip prepared to hear the berating that was rightfully coming his way, but instead he suddenly felt a hand softly brushing through his hair, gently tucking it to make him follow the movement, looking back up at Cassidy, who just softly smiled back at him.

“Did you mean… All of that?”

Kip could feel his face heating up, but he just couldn’t look away from that pair of beautiful blue eyes of his. Cassidy’s hold of his hair was so lax Kip managed to nod slightly, still a bit hesitant, but if Cassidy had indeed seen the messages in full already, there was no reason for him to lie about it. The worst he could do was make fun of him, laugh at him, leave Kip hanging after such a nonconfession. Which he probably deserved and at least it would make it so much easier to forget about the desires he had for the International champion.

But instead Cassidy just hummed at him quietly, a small smile playing on his lips as he carefully ran his hand through Kip’s hair again before positioning himself in his lap, surprisingly to both of them without any resistance. Cassidy’s hand slid out of his hair to the back of his neck, his fingertips dancing along his skin while the other arm lazily rested over his shoulder. Kip’s awkward hands found themselves on Cassidy’s thighs, his nervous energy coming out with little taps of his fingers against them.

“I think I can make you a little bit more insane, if you wish.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper, Kip just responding silently with another nod before Cassidy leaned closer, pressing a soft, slow kiss against his lips.

#fic #request #character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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be good (please)

834 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

includes biting. theres implications and hints to something more but nothing is actually mentioned or done its soft and sleepy and consensual but kip is needy and they have a dynamic i dont know what else to tell you

i also just occurred to me i never actually posted this here so in hopes of trying to keep this blog maybe alive hey heres a thing idk. its been in ao3 for a while now in case youre wondering lol

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Kip slowly came to, becoming aware of his surroundings. Feeling the cold, soft pillow underneath his head he slowly snuggled his face against it, letting out a quiet, dragging hum of content. He was teetering on the edge of falling back asleep when he felt a soft brush of a hand against his neck, erupting a soft breath from him as fingertips traced along the newly formed bruise on his skin.

“Kiiii-iiip.” He could hear the voice whispering into his ear, soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. Kip recognized it immediately, only responding with a little incoherent murmur, feeling a soft kiss being pressed against his cheek. “Good morning.”

Kip let out a sound somewhat resembling the same words, but he kept his eyes closed, just enjoying feeling Cassidy close by, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Kip lazily replied back to it, feeling Cassidy’s lips move around his face, leaving little tired kisses all over, finally trekking down to his jaw and along it onto his neck.

The quiet whine Kip let out against the touch immediately put him back to last night, reminding him exactly why he was feeling so sore against Cassidy’s soft shows of affection. Cassidy just chuckled at him quietly, pressing another soft kiss against the bruise on his neck to gather another whiny sound from Kip.

“Sorry.” Kip knew he didn’t mean that, his hot breath against his sore neck sending shivers down Kip’s spine. But he didn’t mind, just cautiously bit his lower lip as he felt Cassidy leaving a trail of kisses along his collarbone, feeling the tingling on his sore skin with every kiss. Kip was thankful Cassidy wasn’t pushing it on spots where he was already feeling overwhelmed, but at the same time something about it felt like he was just making him agonizingly wait until Cassidy reached a spot where he hadn’t been the night before.

Kip’s hand carefully reached for him, Cassidy stopping briefly as he felt Kip first cupping his cheek, slowly lifting his hand up into his hair. The blond didn’t stop him, feeling Kip direct him, just allowing the barely coherent Brit to move his head down, to his side.

“Here.” Kip’s voice was quiet, his hand running down to Cassidy’s neck, fingertips drawing soft circles against his skin, feeling the small goosebumps rising up there. “Please.”

He felt the soft kiss being pressed against the exposed skin of the side of his rib cage, the contact drawing a quiet whimper out of him, Kip feeling his breath catching up in his throat as Cassidy dug a little deeper, gently sinking his teeth into his skin. Kip’s hand carefully balled up in his hair, trying to steady his breathing to ease some of the delightful pain Cassidy was inflicting on his skin.

As his head lifted up, breaking the contact with his skin, Kip carefully moved his head a little bit lower, letting out the breath he had been holding.

“M-more.” He could feel Cassidy’s head turning in his hold, Kip just nodding his head a little to confirm to him that he did want this. “More. Please.”

Cassidy complied without a word, his lips back on his skin, drawing a soft moan out of Kip. He tried to keep it quiet, feeling Cassidy’s efforts of trying to keep things easy on him, to not push the boundaries too much. He was aware Kip was still barely awake, understanding what was happening and asking for them, but Cassidy was making sure he was as comfortable as possible, especially after what Cassidy had put him through the night before, just more softly continuing now where they had left off.

“Please.” The moan slipped out of him before Kip could stop him, feeling Cassidy’s teeth sink just a little bit deeper than he expected. The blond stopped for a moment, but feeling Kip’s hand in his head pushing him lower, asking him to continue, soon enough the sweet sensation of soft pain continued, drawing a whimper out of Kip.

Eventually pleased with his handiwork and the sounds that Kip was making, Cassidy lifted his head up, against Kip’s clear wishes of him continuing as the hand in his hair tried to push him back down, the blond carefully grabbed it, pulling it closer to press a little kiss on the back of it.

“Babe, if I keep going you won’t be able to move today. We still have to fly home.”

Kip whined something incoherent back to him, Cassidy leaning over to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“I promise you we can keep going when we get back. Can you be good until then?”

Kip finally fluttered his eyes open, looking at him with a soft blush dusted on his cheeks, nodding his head the best he could. Cassidy smiled back at him, leaning over for a much more passionate, deeper kiss, leaving Kip chasing after it as he pulled away again.

“Good. I love you.”

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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You Have My Heart

973 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

just a sweet, cute, fluffy moment. its slightly spicy at first but it turns sweet really fast. thats pretty much all, i just needed kip in this position to say "i love you" 💜

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He didn’t stop the hands messing with his shirt buttons, Kip just watching them being opened and him being stripped out of his shirt with a familiar ease. As soon as Cassidy threw the piece of clothing to the side, his hands were on Kip’s exposed chest, pushing him down against the bed. The Brit didn’t resist at all, allowing the blond to straddle his waist with ease, leaning down for a kiss.

The hands brushed up his chest, briefly cupping Kip’s cheeks before continuing up into his hair. He let out a needy whine against the touch, feeling Cassidy smiling into the kiss, refusing Kip to get in a word or a moment to think as he deepened the kiss, pressing Kip harder against the mattress.

Kip had to be honest, tonight he wasn’t entirely sure what he had done to get Cassidy this invested in him. It wasn’t anything unusual that their nights together ended like this, but more often than not he had at least made an effort to push the blond’s buttons, to get himself put into a situation like this. Today he hadn’t even tried, and yet here they were. Cassidy’s tongue deep in his mouth, Kip unable to make a single protest about getting topped like this, being played by Cassidy as his hands ran through Kip’s hair, knowing the sensation was overwhelming to him at moments like this.

Only after Cassidy broke apart the kiss and moved his lips along Kip’s jaw line, hands grabbing the hold of his hands as he pinned them down above Kip’s head like this was a practiced nightly routine, he was able to let out a sound resembling actual words.

“Clementine…”

Cassidy smiled against his skin, pressing a quick little kiss against his neck, knowing it being Kip’s favorite spot. The moan he got back made him raise his head up, smiling down at Kip’s hazy look. He was already losing control.

“Yeah? You want something?”

Kip nodded his head, watching as Cassidy stole a quick kiss from his lips before stopping to hover over his face, clearly waiting for him to continue. It wasn’t odd for Kip to ask him something in these situations, the rare part was for Cassidy to actually give him what he wanted, when he wanted it. It would happen eventually, of course, as it always did, but only after Cassidy had decided Kip had deserved it and they had played this game of making him weak and begging for long enough.

“I…”

The words disappeared from his mind, Kip just staring back at him. Cassidy tilted his head, looking more curious than anything. It wasn’t unusual that Kip was at a loss of words when put in this position, but this time something felt different. Instead of Kip being stuck in a spot where his mind was reeling so fast he couldn’t keep up with it and the over stimulation, he seemed to be actually carefully thinking what he wanted to say tonight.

Cassidy clicked his tongue at him as the silence continued.

“Maybe I should kiss you a little more until you make up your mind, hmm?”

Kip hesitantly nodded again, Cassidy leaning in. Lips pressing against his, it was almost as if the words were suddenly in Kip’s mouth, finally free from his throat, ready to be let out.

“I,” he started between the kisses, Cassidy pulling slightly away to give him the space to free his thoughts. “I-I. I love you.”

The blond froze for a second, Kip almost afraid he had said the wrong thing as he saw the intense eyes widening at him for a moment. As fast as it happened though the expression was gone from Cassidy’s face, being replaced by a content, soft smile as he pulled away, retreating his hands from Kip’s as Cassidy cupped his face.

“…Do you mean that?”

Kip blinked blankly at him a few times, the suddenly softer atmosphere landing into the room swallowing him and his mind for a moment. The way Cassidy shifted from wanting to mess him up so badly to melting at his words, those three simple words, was almost so fast it was giving Kip a severe whiplash.

He nodded his head again finally.

“O-of course I do.” The words were struggling to come out of his mouth again, a soft blush creeping its way on his face as Kip felt Cassidy brush his thumbs over his cheeks, looking down at him with a sweet smile crossing his entire face. “I… I just…”

“I’ve never heard you say that here before.”

Kip didn’t have time to reply to him as Cassidy leaned in for a kiss. A much softer than the ones before that, but filled with just as much passion and love for him as always. As Cassidy finally pulled away, Kip had to take a moment to get his mind to be coherent again. It wasn’t unusual, but something about it felt just a little bit different than before. Good, but different.

“I love you too.” Cassidy’s voice was barely louder than a whisper as he leaned his forehead against Kip’s, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, as if trying to remember the Brit’s scent in the moment. “And I…”

It was odd for Cassidy to be at a loss of words in their intimate moments like this, making a quick shot of panic run through Kip, thinking he had done or said something wrong. But those fears were quickly wiped away, as if Cassidy was able to read the fears from his mind, as he softly chuckled, pressing a quick peck on Kip’s lips, one that he subconsciously tried to chase after.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do. I will do anything. For you. I promise.”

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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oc makes kip dinner because he's stressed/had a bad day/just Not Good. how it turns out is up to you lol

837 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. i wanna say i read this prompt wrong and accidentally reversed their roles, but i think its cute anyways so youre gonna get it like that lmao

kip says fuck like three times. those are your warnings. other than that yeah its just fluff

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Cassidy stirred, slowly arriving back to the edge of consciousness. His eyes slowly fluttered open, finding himself tightly tucked in bed under at least a handful of blankets, head surrounded by more pillows than usually. He felt warm, comfortable, which was definitely a change to the recent feelings of inadequacy and the dark kind of tiredness he had been trapped in for the past few days now.

He turned from one side to another, the act a bit labored with the pile of blankets on him, Cassidy expecting to see a familiar man asleep in the bed next to him. Much to his surprise Kip was nowhere to be found though, his side of the bed completely empty. Cassidy’s brows furrowed a little bit, but he kept the panic at bay. Maybe Kip was downstairs, taking care of the house, maybe he was streaming, keeping himself busy while he was feeling better and Cassidy was the one bedridden for once.

Cassidy inhaled deeply, closing his eyes again as he settled back into his nest, a soft little smile crossing his lips at the potential kindness of his thoughtful boyfriend.

…Until he finally registered the quiet beeping of the fire alarm coming from downstairs that had woken him up in the first place.

His eyes opened again, the blond pushing most of the blankets off of him. Still feeling cold, and some part of his still rational brain thinking, he grabbed one blanket with him, wrapping himself in it before Cassidy headed out of the bedroom. The beeping was definitely louder in the hallway, but he couldn’t see any smoke or feel the heat. He could admittedly smell something burning, but it didn’t feel alarming.

Maybe it was because Cassidy could hear Kip’s voice loudly cursing somewhere downstairs.

Making his way down, Cassidy wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Kip in the kitchen, just in time for him to finally get the fire alarm to stop from almost mocking beeping at him. Exhausted and still cursing, Kip threw it on the kitchen table before almost too dramatically sitting down on one of the chairs as he sighed, running a hand over his face.

“For fucks sakes…”

“Everything okay?”

Kip visibly jumped, wide eyes shooting towards Cassidy who he had obviously not heard coming into the kitchen. As he registered it just being the blond Kip sighed, then groaned, brows furrowing clearly in annoyance.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” His eyes dragged back to the fire alarm, narrowing. “This fucker…”

“What did you burn?” Cassidy asked, walking over to the stove, raising a brow at the empty stove top. Kip almost sheepishly looked towards the open backdoor leading to the deck in the back garden, Cassidy following his eyes as he noticed Kip’s attention being elsewhere than himself.

“I tried…” Kip started, but swallowed the rest of his words, watching Cassidy wobble over to the open doorway, peeking outside. A small smile that he managed to hide from Kip crossed his lips at the sight of the pot sitting at the opposite edge of the deck, still slightly smoking. He indeed had tried, whatever it had been.

“I…” Cassidy turned away from the doorway, looking back at Kip. The Brit wasn’t looking at him anymore, his eyes were back on the fire alarm on the table, his hands fidgeting in his lap. Whatever had happened, he was clearly distressed about it.

“I-I wanted to make you something. You’ve been taking care of me so much while I haven’t been able to do anything and I just wanted to return the favor and…” Kip sighed, hanging his head down almost in shame. “Sorry. I’m such a fuck up.”

Cassidy looked at him for a moment, finally a soft smile blossoming on his lips. He walked up to Kip, carefully reaching a hand from the depth of his blanket, cupping his cheek and directing his eyes finally back up to him. Cassidy wasn’t going to lie, seeing Kip being so distressed over just a minor inconvenience hurt his heart, even more so knowing this was over something Kip wanted to do for him.

Instead of saying anything about it, Cassidy leaned down, pressing a kiss on Kip’s lips. The sincerity of it all and the soft gesture clearly caught him off guard, it taking a moment for Kip to respond to the kiss.

“You tried. I couldn’t ask more from you,” Cassidy smiled at him as they parted, watching the familiar soft blush creep its way on Kip’s cheeks. “We can order takeout today. And then migrate back to bed. That place is so comfortable, but it’s lonely without you.”

Kip took in his words for a moment before finally a small smile made its way on his lips, him nodding his head. He stood up, arms wrapping around Cassidy’s blanket covered body, pulling him closer for another kiss, this time clearly with more passion and purpose.

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too.”

#drabble #setting: belt corruption arc #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #wrestling fanfiction #aew fanfiction #request

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Not Even Thinking Twice

~2k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

i watched bte, im fairly certain i saw oc in the background of kips title "defense" for like a solid second, so cause im like this we have a fic

first thing ive touched in like.. a week. this feels, at least to me, a bit different than my usual style, but it picks up its usual perks closer to the end. i just wanted to do something less angsty and more fun, and i feel like its more of that? also this is my first non-established relationship orangekip fic in forever so yeah the vibes are definitely different lmao

anyways, this is here, i hope its worth anything. they just needed to make out in my brain ajsndkjasnd

on ao3

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Kip chuckled to himself quietly as he waltzed around the locker room, packing his things away for the night. It had been a relatively uneventful and kind of a slow night, but one he had really enjoyed despite all that. As he passed by the couch, Kip stole a glance towards the BTE title comfortably sitting on it, a quick smile gracing his lips at the sight of the gold he held. Well, it was more about finally being able to successfully defend it than just holding it, as he had done that mostly in secret the past year now, but just the sight of the single title belt made him crack a genuine smile.

Folding his tights into his bag, the kickpads and boots soon followed, Kip humming in clear content at his handiworks. As he spun around on his heels, ready to fetch some more items he needed to pack away before leaving the arena to head back to the hotel, he stopped on the spot, eyes locking onto the door as he heard a quiet knock coming from it.

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, his extremely good mood gone almost instantly just at the mere thought that someone might be needing his attention right now. He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair before making his way across the room, pulling the door open as there was another quiet knock on it.

His eyes narrowed just a little bit more as Kip spotted Orange Cassidy standing on the other side of the door, hand still raised from the previous knock, staring back at Kip through his reflective sunglasses.

“Well if it isn’t my sweet little Clementine.” Kip forced a smile on his lips, gritting his teeth together at the sight of his self-proclaimed arch nemesis. Cassidy just lazily nodded his head as a greeting, leaning against the door frame as his hand dropped down, both of them shooting to the pockets of his jeans. “What a surprise.”

Cassidy didn’t reply back at him, only shrugged his shoulders. Kip stared back at him, eyes quickly looking the denim-clad man up and down. Not that he was expecting anything that was different about him than usually, but Kip was just hoping that fully checking him out would give him some kind of a hint of what the blond wanted from him. Unfortunately for Kip though, he came up with nothing, only looking like a fool by measuring the man standing in front of him.

“…I want a title shot.”

Kip’s eyes shot back up, widening a little at the sudden demanding tone he was getting back from his visitor. He couldn’t hold back a chuckle, it escaping him in a slightly taunting tone, even.

“A title shot? Aren’t you a little mistaken, as I don’t hold any titles around here.”

Cassidy inhaled deeply, looking away for a brief second as if to compose himself before his eyes landed back on Kip. “Not a tv title, Kip. The BTE title. I want a shot at that.”

Kip let out another chuckle, but this time instead of malice, it was filled with nervous energy.

“BTE title? You?” He sighed, almost a wave of relief washing over him as Kip processed his words, finally shaking his head at Cassidy. “Dream on, Clementine. There’s no way you’re ever going to get a shot at gold like that.”

Cassidy shrugged again, his stoic expression never changing despite Kip’s mocking tone.

“Could I at least plead my case?”

Kip stared back at him, brows furrowing in slight confusion. Cassidy clearly came prepared for this encounter and every objection the Brit would be throwing at him, and Kip would have lied if he had said that he wasn’t now interested in hearing about what the blond had in mind. He knew Cassidy more than well enough to understand that he had something interesting up his sleeve for this.

Besides, even if he somehow managed to talk a title shot out of him, Cassidy still had to make it through the stand-ins first before getting a shot at his precious championship gold. The external powers really had to be against him for Kip to lose in this situation.

On the outside he frowned a little as Kip stepped to the side from the doorway, motioning Cassidy to step inside. The blond followed his instructions, Kip watching as he lazily dragged himself into the locker room, Kip shutting the door after him. It didn’t seem to affect Cassidy at all, as the man stopped, glancing around the room, before slowly making his way over to the couch, stopping in front of it to stare at the BTE title that had obviously caught his eye.

Kip walked up to him, stopping next to Cassidy, almost mockingly reaching down for the title belt, throwing it on his shoulder before flashing a grin at the other man who’s eyes followed the movement of the gold that was now at his arms reach.

“As you can see, dearest Clementine,” Kip smirked, giving a little pat to the belt on his shoulder, stopping for a second to admire his reflection on the golden surface of the title. “The title is in safe hands. I doubt anything you can offer me will make you worth a shot at it.”

Cassidy looked at him for a moment before his eyes shifted slightly more towards the title. Kip observed him, waiting for the blond to open his mouth, to talk back at him. That’s what he had come here to do, right? To make his case why he would be the rightful next challenger for the title?

Before Kip could question him about it, Cassidy turned fully towards him, slowly removing the sunglasses from his face. It still occasionally caught Kip off guard with how intense blue his eyes were, this definitely being one of those times as he didn’t even try to fight it as Cassidy reached for the title on his shoulder, removing it with ease and dropping it on the couch, away from Kip’s reach, with a rather loud thud, that seemed to shake the Brit from his trance.

“What--”

Kip wasn’t allowed to finish the sentence as Cassidy suddenly had a fistful of his shirt in his grasp, first pulling the Brit closer before pushing him away, shoving him down on the couch. Being forced to sit down Kip let out a surprised yelp at the suddenly rough handling of himself, being too late to fight back after he found himself down on the couch as Cassidy pressed on, easily straddling Kip’s lap, grabbing a hold of both of his arms, pinning his wrists against the back of the couch with ease.

In the silence that fell in the locker room after the flurry of the sudden events, Kip could hear his heartbeat in his ears, a soft blush crossing his cheeks at the thought that with the hold Cassidy had of him and their close proximity, the blond also had to be aware of his accelerated heart rate. The blond didn’t, however, seem to have a reaction to it, as he just stared back at Kip, almost as if he was waiting for the Brit to object to his actions again.

“I want a title shot.”

Kip blinked at him, the stern voice sending a soft shiver down his spine. Kip Sabian wasn’t usually the kind of a man that listened what he was told to do, to be honest he was barely listening to others at all most of the time, but something about the way the usually lazy and quite honestly boring Orange Cassidy was suddenly making such demands on him, it almost made Kip want to give up to his demands on the spot.

It took a moment for it to actually dawn on Kip what he was thinking, him quickly shaking the thoughts away as he could feel the heat on his cheeks rising, forcing his eyes away from the other man’s face.

“Yeah?” Kip pouted at him, still not daring to look back at Cassidy. He could feel the grip on his wrists tighten a little, as if Cassidy wanted to intimidate him but was afraid of going overboard with it. Or maybe Kip was just imagining it. “You have to try a little harder than that, then.”

For a moment the air stood still, before Cassidy slowly let go of his wrists. Kip hesitated a bit to let his guard down, but as Cassidy leaned back away from him a little, Kip let his hands fall onto the couch, relaxing a little bit on his spot. Not that it was comfortable, with Cassidy still sitting on top of him, but it was better than before, at least.

…Maybe. Something in him kind of missed the touch of the other man on his bare skin already, if he was being honest with himself.

Kip didn’t have more time for that thought though, as almost as fast as Cassidy’s hands had disappeared off of him, they were back, grabbing a hold of the front of his shirt again, suddenly pulling him closer. Kip didn’t have time to resist or react as Cassidy closed the gap between the two of them, locking him into a sudden kiss.

For a moment Kip froze against his lips, but as Cassidy’s hands found their way from the front of his shirt to the back of his head and into his hair, Kip let out an unintentional moan at the sudden touch, Cassidy using it to his advantage to deepen the kiss. Kip could practically feel himself getting lightheaded at the sudden suffocating show of affection, but at the same time he didn’t mind. There was something about the way Cassidy was handling him right now, at the same time being so demanding, almost hungry, but in a sense also tender and considerate, as he didn’t push away the hands that snaked their way around his waist as Kip unconsciously pulled him closer.

Cassidy suddenly pulled away, breaking apart the kiss, Kip letting out a very whiny groan at the sudden disturbance of the moment he was clearly enjoying. Cassidy still had his hands in his hair, having almost a weird control over Kip, eyes locking onto his as Kip tried to focus himself back to the real world and current time from the moment of bliss he just had.

“Title shot,” Cassidy stated shortly, his fingers curling up in Kip’s hair, making him hum contently against the touch. Cassidy had him in the palm of his hand at that moment, and honestly, Kip didn’t mind it at all for once. “Next week.”

“One condition.” Kip was barely able to keep eye contact with him, he was still trying to catch his breath and he could feel his whole face burning up, both at the sudden intensity of the kiss and the almost euphoric feeling it left him with. “If I win… I get more of this.”

To emphasize his words, Kip pulled him just a little bit closer, arms still wrapped around Cassidy’s waist. A little smirk tugged the corner of the blond’s lips, but he tried to keep a straight face. Kip wasn’t sure if it was because he was absolutely certain that he was going to win, or because he didn’t mind the stipulation.

“You’re on.” His voice was barely a whisper as Cassidy leaned closer again, stealing one more quick peck from Kip’s lips, clearly now teasing him. “Champ.”

Almost as suddenly as Cassidy had arrived into the locker room and made a scene with him, Kip could feel his body heat suddenly disappearing from his immediate vicinity, hands gone from his hair, soon being followed by the opening and closing of the locker room door. Kip was left sitting there alone in the silence, trying to catch his breath, one hand lazily fanning his face hoping to make the obvious redness go away.

No matter what happened next week, at the end of the night he would still be the real winner.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

[underratedandoverit]

love you long time, sweetest clementine

~2k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

takes place after the title match at all out. so warnings for mentions of blood, physicality related to that, kip says fuck once. i think thats it

i dont really know where this was going and i dont know if this is worth anything tbh, theres a couple of lines in there that i like so i guess its worth just throwing up. i slammed this out in like two hours, i skimmed through it but no real proofreading or editing was done, i dont care. i just needed to get it this out of my brain so here you go. for what its worth. pretty much just your every day hurt/comfort and angst. a happy ending i guess you could call it

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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His heart raced. All sound was just white noise in his ears, eyes fixated on the closest screen he could find to watch the last moments play through the replay on the screen again.

How Moxley dropped Cassidy so easily with the Death Rider after the last-ditch effort of Cassidy trying to play the mind games with the other man by flipping him off. How Bryce slid into position, counting down to three, so easily it was almost insulting.

How Orange Cassidy just remained still on the mat, staring up at the bright lights with a bloodied face, his vision barely there as Wild Thing blasted across the arena, combined together with the mixed reaction of the fans that had stood up from their seats to mostly applaud the competitors after such an incredibly fierce battle.

Kip could feel his throat tightening as he watched the rest of Blackpool Combat Club make their way out to the ringside to celebrate Moxley and his title victory.

He didn’t remember much after that. Having to watch Cassidy endure the match took almost as much out of him as it did the now former champion, if Kip was being honest. Of course, these two things didn’t really compare, at least to the people who didn’t know about the thoughts desperately rolling around in the Brit’s head.

How this was all his fault.

Best Friends and Kris had walked Cassidy from the ring, escorting him to the medical officers to get patched up. Kip didn’t want to accompany them, Cassidy was out of it enough already without him butting in there to show extra amounts of concern as well. Kip couldn’t face him right now, as they had helped Cassidy backstage and past him in the waiting area, he had it barely in him to look at his boyfriend.

Nobody questioned it. But everyone could probably sense that something wasn’t right.

Maybe they knew this was his fault.

Kip couldn’t look Cassidy in the eyes when he was helped in their rental car, Cassidy barely sitting upright on the passenger seat. Kip was handed a bag of bandages and such, made sure that they would get changed first thing in the morning, if not sooner. He didn’t remember who told him that, but Kip assured them it would be done. In all honesty he wasn’t sure if he could hold such a promise, but it felt so good to lie right there and then.

Cassidy’s hand almost blindly searched for his, Kip hesitating a little to allow the touch but the blond’s distress was more important to calm down than his own dislike to be touched under the circumstances. Kip was just hoping Cassidy didn’t notice it, how icky the goosebumps his fingertips running along Kip’s skin made were. He tried to not think about it, just focusing on driving them back to the hotel. Cassidy needed rest. That was his one and only priority tonight.

The way Kip watched Cassidy fall down to the hotel bed as soon as he was inside the room made his heart ache. The heavy breathing, the eyes that were usually so bright at this time of the day barely remained open. He was so tired, beaten, bruised, battered. Been through hell and back and Kip couldn’t do anything to help him.

In all the potential ways, he was convinced that he only made it worse.

Without a word Kip excused himself to the bathroom, uncharacteristically locking the door after himself. Not that it mattered, chances that Cassidy would walk in were incredibly low, but he needed a guaranteed moment of peace, as stupid as that probably sounded. Avoiding eye contact with himself in the mirror, Kip walked up to the sink, turning the water on as cold as possible as he washed his face a few times.

Maybe he was just being a bit overly sensitive after witnessing all of that. All the blood, the screams, the hurt look on Cassidy’s face that was going to haunt his dreams for a good few weeks to come. Thinking about the pain the blond had to go through during all of that, even if no weapons were used, he was still in this kind of a state, both physically and mentally completely out of it.

If only Kip had managed to do something to prevent all of that.

With shaky hands he turned the water off, watching the little pool of it disappear from the sink slowly, Kip didn’t dare to face himself in the mirror. Blindly he reached for a nearby towel, drying his face. The soft fabric against his face, blocking out the lights was the first comforting thing he had felt for what felt like hours. Usually darkness came with its own demons he had to endure, but tonight it felt like the place to be.

Kip slowly let the towel drop from his face, leaving it at the edge of the sink as he exited the bedroom. Maybe it was obvious from his face how disappointed he was that Cassidy was still awake as he re-entered into the hotel room, watching the blond barely hold himself up in a sitting position at the edge of the bed, as he got slightly furrowed brows back from him.

“…Kip?”

Without replying Kip turned on his heels, walking back into the bathroom. He grabbed the towel back into his hands, turning the water on, running the towel underneath it a little. Turning everything off again he returned to the room, walking up to Cassidy, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to him, carefully turning the blond to face him. Kip winced a little at the soft whine Cassidy let out against the touch, but pushed forward as he tried to be as gentle as possible while pressing the wet towel against his face, carefully trying to wipe away the remaining traces of blood that the medical crew hadn’t bothered to clean up.

“…Are you okay?”

Kip stopped for a brief moment, pondering over the question, but ultimately remained silent as he continued his cleanup work. Cassidy didn’t stop him, but his quiet voice was clearly very heavy in the almost suffocatingly small hotel room, the walls trapping him as Kip tried to pay them no mind, just focused on trying to clean the traces of dried blood from the blond’s brow line.

“Talk to me.”

It was obvious at this point that Kip was avoiding eye contact with him, no matter how much Cassidy tried to establish that connection. Kip cleaned him up to the best of his ability, refused to say a word, every word that left Cassidy’s mouth after that sounding more and more desperate in their pleas.

Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. Are you okay. Did I do something. Are you mad at me.

Kip did want to answer to a few of those, but the longer he remained silent the easier it became to resist the urge. He wasn’t okay. Cassidy didn’t do anything. Kip could never be mad at him.

“Is it…” Cassidy turned away, forcing Kip’s hands off of his face, making him almost flinch to a halt with the towel in his hands. “Is it because I lost?”

Kip looked at him, the sad side of his face as Cassidy’s blue eyes scanned the rest of the room, trying to find something to hang onto while he waited for some sort of a response from the Brit. Biting his lip, Kip finally forced a soft cough out of himself, clearing his voice a little.

“No. It’s not your fault.”

Cassidy nodded, turning back towards him, for the first time managing to establish eye contact with Kip, making him immediately regret it as Kip could see the pain and hurt in him even more clearly than at any point before that night immediately.

“Then tell me. Why are you like this?”

As much as he wanted to, Kip couldn’t look away now that he was trapped in those mesmerizing, hauntingly sad blue eyes of his.

“I’m supposed to be the one in pain here.”

He was right, and Kip knew that much. He lowered the towel from his hands, handing it over to Cassidy who barely took a hold of it, watching Kip struggling to find the words to continue. He wasn’t sure how to put his thoughts into words so instead Kip reached his hand for his pocket, Cassidy watching in growing confusion as Kip pulled out his phone, starting to search for something.

After some agonizing seconds Kip handed it over to him, Cassidy’s eyes slowly tracking down to the device, watching as Kip swiped through some screenshots.

“Every single time you’ve had an important title defense,” he stated, watching as Cassidy nodded as he was slowly reading through the screenshots of a few tweets that Kip had been making over the past couple of months, “I rooted for you. Publicly, out in the open, on social media. This… This time, tonight, I…”

“You didn’t.”

Kip nodded slowly, pulling the phone back into his possession, clicking the screen shut. “I didn’t. And I know it’s just stupid superstition, but I can’t help but to feel a little bit responsible about what happened out there tonight because I… I didn’t do this one fucking thing.”

Biting his lip Kip hung his head, not daring to look at Cassidy at the moment. It was all so stupid, but at the same time it was something he found himself genuinely believing in. It had happened too many times to be a mere coincidence, and the one that it would have mattered, Kip hadn’t made sure to do it. Superstition or not, he couldn’t help but to feel a little bit responsible over what happened; not only the loss, but the pain, the suffering, the tears that were left in that ring tonight.

Because he had been a fool. There was no other way someone like Orange Cassidy would have lost such an important title match otherwise.

Cassidy hummed quietly, the soft sound breaking Kip’s thought process. He didn’t look up, but he felt a hand sneaking its way into his lap, fitting itself together with one of his hands with ease. Cassidy was clearly still very out of it, there barely being any power behind the squeeze his hand gave to Kip’s, but the effort was obviously there. Kip didn’t dare to squeeze his hand back in acknowledgment of his efforts, in fear that he might break something more than he had already done.

“I don’t care.”

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, him stealing a look towards Cassidy under his brows. The blond wasn’t looking back at him, instead his eyes were looking around the hotel room again. But Kip was able to see the soft little smile tucking the corner of his lips.

“I don’t care that you didn’t do it. I don’t care if you believe it. The better man won tonight and there’s nothing a silly little tweet could change about that.”

Somewhere in the back of his head Kip felt like he should be insulted by those words, but the rational part of him knew Cassidy was right. He could feel another little squeeze of his hand, this time Kip responding back to it by running his thumb over the dried blood on his knuckles.

“All I care is that you’re here now, no matter what happened.”

Cassidy finally turned back towards him, watching as Kip lifted his head up before leaning closer, pressing a soft, still slightly hesitating kiss against Cassidy’s lips, Kip trying his best to ignore the slight taste of iron he was catching from the blond’s lips.

“I love you,” Kip whispered, feeling the smile from Cassidy as he stole a slow, lazy kiss from Kip’s lips.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

[underratedandoverit]

Afterhours

~2k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

i have no explanation or excuse for this really. it just kinda happened. the new kip photo did me in really badly and yeah he obviously needs to be punished for it a little bit lmao

its technically not spicy, nothing really happens. theres some making out. some biting. oc is very possessive. this happens in the shower. uuuuh fade to black before anything really mature or explicit happens. and kip says fuck once. i think thats all? its like all smoke but no actual fire as i like to describe these things i do lmao

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Kip sighed, trying to close the hotel room door as quietly as possible. The night had dragged on far later than he had wanted or originally planned, but when work called, it just couldn’t be helped, he had to participate. Kip just really didn’t prefer it after a long travel and show day, especially when he could have spent the evening with Cassidy instead.

A little smile crossed Kip’s lips as he spotted the figure on the bed in the dark room, Cassidy not reacting to him entering into the room, clearly being asleep already. Kip parked his suitcase by the bathroom door, carefully opening it and fishing out some fresh clothes he could sleep in before retreating into the bathroom.

He flicked on the lights after closing the door, wincing a little at the sudden bright lights, following with a roll of the eyes at his reflection. While the makeup and hair crew had helped him to perfect the look for tonight and the photo shoot that followed, that also meant many more layers and products on his skin and hair than he usually wore, making Kip incredibly aware of the fact that he was caked in things that he needed to wash away before he could even think about sleeping comfortably, let alone next to someone else.

Kip dropped the pile of clothes from his hands to the counter, double checking his reflection again. Eyeliner needed to be gone, same with the eye shadow. He just in general needed to wash his face. The hairspray was showing on a few lone, thick strands of hair sticking out of place, making it very clear that sleeping with it was going to make washing it in the morning an absolute pain.

He turned around, hand reaching for one of the bath towels hanging on the door, throwing it on the counter as well. Kip would have much rather just went to bed directly, but if he didn’t take care of all of this right now, it was going to be even worse come next morning. He sighed, stripping out of his clothes with ease, knowing that just taking a quick shower was going to be so much easier than trying to get himself cleaned over the sink.

Kip stepped in the shower, closing the curtain after him, turning on the water. Feeling the quickly warming droplets against his exposed skin made him hum quietly as a wave of content washed him over, Kip leaning his head forward to let the water run on his head and through his hair, hoping it would make getting rid of the wax and hairspray at least a little bit easier.

Kip jumped a little as he heard the bathroom door close suddenly, but the surprise was soon replaced with a soft smile as he remembered who was staying in the room with him. He reached for the shower curtain, pulling it to the side slightly, peeking his head out of the shower to spot the sleepy looking Cassidy standing in the bathroom, looking back at him yawning and rubbing his eye.

“Did I wake you? Sorry babe, I’m just taking a quick shower, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Leaning back into the shower Kip pulled the curtain back to place, hand reaching for the shampoo bottle sitting on the shelf by the shower. He wasn’t really a fan of hotel provided care products, but in a pinch like this it was fine, as long as it got rid of the things in his hair. As he poured the shampoo out of the bottle into his hand, as soon as he brushed it into his hair Kip heard the shower curtain shuffling behind him, making the Brit turn around just in time to watch Cassidy climb into the already rather cramped space with him.

“Cle-clementine?” If his surprise wasn’t so obvious by the blush creeping up his cheeks very fast, his stammering voice sure was. Cassidy just smiled at him, that still slightly sleepy sweet smile that Kip loved seeing so much, before he leaned in for a quick kiss, hands carefully directing Kip as Cassidy turned him back around, back towards him. Before Kip could question him after silently following his confusing directions, he could feel the pair of familiar hands slipping into his hair, carefully starting to run through the wet strands, slowly massaging his scalp.

“Let me help you a little,” Cassidy whispered as he leaned closer, pressing a quick little kiss to the back of Kip’s ear. The Brit felt a shiver run up his spine, coming out of his mouth as a soft moan as he almost forced his eyes closed, trying to focus on the hands in his hair, the fingertips gently drawing circles on his skin. The shower water suddenly felt much warmer than before against his body.

“How’s that?” Kip just whined back at him a little, Cassidy quietly chuckling as he pressed another kiss on his skin, this time on his shoulder. “You like that, don’t you?”

Kip nodded his head, hearing the smile in Cassidy’s voice as the blond hummed quietly, hands slightly pushing his head forward. Kip followed the movement, allowing his head to be pushed under the shower, letting Cassidy to remain in control as he thoroughly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, just letting Kip stand there and enjoy the care taking.

Unfortunately for Kip though, that wasn’t all Cassidy was going to let him enjoy as when he finished the rinsing process, his hands easily slipped back into Kip’s hair with the far too familiar, almost comforting possessiveness. Trapping some loose curls between his fingers, Cassidy gave his hair a good tuck, Kip leaning into the touch with a moan as Cassidy pulled his head away from the water.

“I’m so glad your hair is so long now,” Cassidy purred at him, pulling Kip’s head close enough that he could press a little kiss on his cheek. “It makes this so much easier. And it makes you hotter.”

As Kip didn’t vocally respond but Cassidy could see him biting his lower lip in hopes of not letting out anymore unwanted sounds, the blond’s hands almost tauntingly slowly slipped away from his hair, down Kip’s neck and along both shoulders, ghosting against his skin, sending a visible shiver down his spine. Cassidy pressed a kiss on the back of his neck, arms wrapping around the other man’s midsection, pulling him as close against his own body as possible before Cassidy’s lips were on his skin again, going for that very specific spot on the side of his neck that they both knew was Kip’s weak point.

“Fuck.” It was the only word Kip was able to breathe out coherently, feeling the lips against his skin, the little bites Cassidy was leaving on him, the pressure of the shower and the water making the sensations even stronger, almost incapacitatingly so. “G-god, Clementine…”

“Mmhhmm.” His voice vibrated against Kip’s skin, just enhancing the bite against his shoulder. Kip could feel the tension shooting through him, hands on instinct reaching for the shower wall for some support, even though he was very steady in Cassidy’s arms, tightly wrapped around him, fingertips dancing along his sides. Cassidy continued like nothing happened, leaving little bites just strong enough to bruise the skin along the back of his shoulder, listening Kip’s desperate moans get louder with each bite.

“Shh,” Cassidy finally stated, his lips lifting up from Kip’s skin just long enough to give him a break he desperately needed, his breathing tight in his throat. “It’s very late. You don’t want to wake up our neighbors, do you?”

Kip whined something incoherent at him, his wordless protest just getting louder as Cassidy pulled away, unwrapping his arms from around him. Kip took a moment to steady himself, still feeling at least slightly overstimulated by it all, but eventually he managed to turn around to face Cassidy, watching the blond just softly smile back at him as if he hadn’t just been sinking his teeth into him and teasing the living hell out of him.

Before Kip could get a word out of himself, Cassidy’s hands were on his face, pulling him into a kiss, unsurprisingly a very passionate one. He tried to protest, only to feel Cassidy take advantage of it, slipping his tongue into Kip’s mouth with ease. He knew it was pointless to fight it, as much as he didn’t want to take this further after where Cassidy had already gone, knowing it was only going to take more out of him, but at the same time his kisses were mesmerizing, almost hypnotizing. Kip slowly melted against his passionate showcase of love and care, just allowing Cassidy to suck the air out of his lungs, leaving Kip with nothing but static for thoughts and one hand slipping to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss even more if possible.

Kip only came back to some coherent thoughts as he felt the cold tiles of the shower wall against his skin, making him gasp in surprise enough to break the kiss apart. Cassidy pulled away, but remained close enough that Kip was sure he could basically hear his heartbeat, the blond’s thumbs running across his cheeks, only after him pulling his hands away Kip noticing the black runny streaks on his hands that had formerly been his eyeliner.

“I always think I’ve seen the best of you,” Cassidy muttered, eyes traveling the Brit up and down, watching the fire creep up on Kip’s face as his eyes landed back on his face. “But then I see you some way new and…” The smirk on Cassidy’s lips was so obviously teasing, if Kip wasn’t already embarrassed he would have been now.

“You’re just gorgeous when you’re all wet, you know that?”

Kip’s mind went blank for a moment, his body taking over responding to what he assumed was more of a tease than a compliment, his feet suddenly wanting to make their way out of the shower. Unfortunately for him, Cassidy had other plans for him, his hands quickly grabbing a hold of Kip, with ease taking a hold of his hands and pinning him back against the cold shower wall, hands above his head.

“I told you you’re gorgeous and this is how you say thank you?”

Kip averted his gaze, the deep blush flushing over his features, the heartbeat in his head getting louder as he could feel Cassidy pressing his body against his, as closely and tightly as possible. Kip’s eyes fluttered shut, the man taking in a shaky breath as his thoughts were racing everywhere as he felt Cassidy's hot breath against his lips, just before a small teasing kiss was planted there.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Kip didn’t reply to him, but at the same time he didn’t need to form any sensible words, as Cassidy even slightly moving his body against his erupted an unintentional moan out of him. If Kip could see him right now, if he was brave enough to open his eyes, he could have bet on it that Cassidy was wearing the biggest grin on his face right then.

“Well… We could continue this elsewhere. The bed is rather comfortable.”

The Brit barely nodded his head, feeling one hand disappearing from his before he heard the shower turning off. Cassidy’s breath quickly returned to his face though as he kissed Kip again, just as quickly as before, hands untangling from his, Kip’s eyes slowly opening as his mind tried to catch back up to the situation at hand.

“Sad that you’re so clean now,” Cassidy chuckled at him, stealing yet another kiss from Kip’s lips, this time the Brit being coherent, and honestly desperate, enough to try to chase after it, watching the smirk never leaving the blond’s lips. “You might need another shower when I’m done with you.”

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

[underratedandoverit]

okay, i do have another orangekip one because this one is just so soft - ”your hands were made to hold mine,”

576 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

just drabbling these out for now lol. i probably could have made something more out of this but yeah. heres a small scene 💜

its just fluff but just a heads up theres mentions of alcohol and oc is kinda drunk so. read accordingly

@stormbornpirate

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Kip’s head bounced up from the armrest of the couch as the front door of the house was slammed shut, suddenly jolting him awake from the peaceful sleep he had fallen into. He quickly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before glancing over his shoulder towards the doorway of the living room, hearing quiet shuffling and footsteps in the hallway.

“…Clementine?” he finally called out, listening as the sounds stopped, soon being replaced by hurried footsteps approaching the living room. A little tired smile crossed his lips as Kip saw the familiar blond pop into his view, stopping on the doorway to lean against the door frame, observing him from a few feet away, clearly somewhat surprised to see Kip was still awake and had been waiting for him to get back home.

“Welcome back. Did you have fun?”

Kip barely got the words out of his mouth before Cassidy already approached him, soon enough finding himself on the couch next to him, hands covering both of Kip’s cheeks and pulling him into a kiss. The Brit didn’t resist, but tried to respond in a calmer manner to the passionate, almost desperate feeling show of affection as he registered the slightly sweet, but definitely overpowering taste of alcohol on Cassidy’s lips.

“I missed you,” Cassidy breathed at him as he pulled away a little bit, breaking the kiss apart, his quiet words very soft and trembling. If that wasn’t a giveaway of his state, the smell of a night of drinking linger in the air after he spoke just a few words definitely was. “So much.”

Kip chuckled at him softly, offering him a smile.

“You were gone for just a few hours. I’m not going anywhere.”

Cassidy didn’t reply, instead just leaned in for another kiss, with his body weight pushing both of them down on the couch. Kip didn’t resist him, but he chuckled softly, one arm wrapping around Cassidy’s waist as the other felt around for his hand, taking a tight hold of it. He knew that Cassidy liked to use these kinds of compromising situations to his advantage, and he also knew that he definitely wasn’t in condition to do that properly tonight, but Cassidy wasn’t going to be able to help himself unless Kip actually stopped him.

The blond slowly pulled away from the kiss, finding himself effectively trapped on top of Kip on the couch, his eyes slowly dragging down to the hand Kip was holding, watching as the other man carefully laced their fingers together, giving his hand a small squeeze.

Cassidy sighed quietly, Kip watching a small smile climbing on his lips as Cassidy laid his head down on his chest, observing their interlaced fingers in clear awe. There was something very precious about him, and Kip adored every second that he was able to watch him like this.

“Your hands were made to hold mine,” Cassidy finally mumbled, eyes never leaving their hands. Kip could feel him squeezing his hand gently. “They are so perfect. God you’re so perfect.”

Even if his words were laced with alcohol, Kip could feel nothing but sincerity and adoration from them. He smiled, leaning closer a little to press a soft kiss on top of Cassidy’s head, watching the blond inhale deeply as he closed his eyes.

“You are perfect,” Kip purred at him, watching the smile grow a bit bigger on Cassidy’s lips. “My perfect little Clementine.”

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #wrestling fanfiction #aew fanfiction #request

[underratedandoverit]

got this for you

900 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

poll was 7-2 in favor of posting this tonight, so here you go. its very small and im very very sleepy, but the thought wouldnt leave me alone and i would feel really bad for not putting out at least one small gift fic this holiday season, so. @midnightpretenders0 thank you for this year, this month, this week, today, everything. i know this isnt a lot, but i wanted to make something soft and sweet for you. i wish i had more time and energy in my hands to properly express how much i love you, but i hope this'll do at least for now 💜💜

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Cassidy quietly knocked on the door, not really expecting to get an answer. He stopped for a moment, listening carefully, nodding his head a little, more as a confirmation to himself that he had been right as no answer was given to him. It wasn’t going to deter him though, as his hand landed on the door handle, pushing it down and the door open along with it.

He probably should have waited though, it suddenly dawned on Cassidy, as he stepped inside the room to not only find Kip sitting in front of his computer like he had expected, but also clearly talking to his camera and checking one of his extra screens; obviously in the middle of a stream. Maybe Cassidy should have checked beforehand but it was too late the moment he stepped through the open door, gathering Kip’s attention almost immediately.

Kip just beamed at him upon noticing Cassidy standing in the doorway, but didn’t say anything, not wanting to direct attention to him while he was off camera. Cassidy just slightly awkwardly waved at him, watching as Kip slipped one side of the headphones off an ear, the smile never leaving his lips.

Cassidy just had to commit to this now then, apparently.

“…I got you a little something.”

Kip quickly glanced at his screen, probably just to check if he had time for a small conversation with him. As he proceeded to entirely remove the headphones and his eyes landed back on Cassidy again, the blond walked over to him across the room, trying to not pay attention to the screens visible to him as he saw the stream chat welcoming him in from the corner of his eye.

“Something for me?” Kip asked, a smirk crossing his lips and a little twinkle in his eyes. Cassidy was glad he was wearing the sunglasses, easily hiding the rather sarcastic roll of his eyes, just nodding his head. “Aw, Clementine, you shouldn’t have.”

Cassidy didn’t reply, just slightly shifted something from one hand to another behind his back, trying to keep it hidden from Kip’s view as he extended his other hand towards him, handing him an envelope. Kip raised a brow at it, glancing up at Cassidy, who didn’t say anything and tried to keep as straight of a face as possible, just watching the Brit accept the plain white envelope handed to him. Kip quickly glanced up, smiling at the camera as he waved the envelope in his hand a little, to show to the chat.

“Gifts from Clementine, chat! We are very lucky today.”

As Kip’s attention was on the envelope and trying to get it open, Cassidy observed him, fidgeting with the second object behind his back, trying to think why he had chosen to do this when he knew there was an audience for them. Cassidy was aware enough of Kip’s streams to know it wasn’t a very large audience, but there were people watching nonetheless, in few tens at that. He was trying to tell himself that this was going to be their Christmas gift if nothing else as he watched, mind reeling at his own decision to go through with this, as Kip finally managed to flip the envelope open, pulling out a card.

Kip’s brows furrowed a little as he observed the card in his hand, a quick smile flashing on his lips as he lifted it up for the camera to see, showing the chat the image on the card of two snowmen holding hands in a backyard covered in snow.

“Look at that! Isn’t that precious. It’s very --”

Kip’s thought process was cut short as he spotted the little message on the backside of the card, making him raise a brow at it.

“’Look up’?”

Kip lowered the card from the camera, looking towards Cassidy, eyes glancing up at him. It took Kip a moment to look away from the mesmerizingly gorgeous smile crossing the blond’s lips, only then registering the small mistletoe decoration Cassidy is holding above his head.

Kip wasn’t given time to ask questions after he processed what was happening, him only accepting his fate on camera as Cassidy leaned down, pressing a kiss on his lips, slow and almost concerningly sensual one at that. Forgetting his surroundings for a moment, Kip flowed along with it, hands cupping Cassidy’s cheeks to pull him closer and holding him there, responding back to the kiss with just as much if not a bit more enthusiasm as was shown towards him.

Before they could get lost in the hazy moment and turn it more passionate, Kip pulled away from the kiss, snapping suddenly back into reality as he realized where he was and what was happening and how those two things really didn’t go together in the moment. Cassidy just smiled back at him, clearly enjoying the sudden deep blush creeping on the Brit’s cheeks as he leaned in, pressing one more quick kiss on Kip’s lips before he turned towards the microphone, the soft smile still lingering on his lips.

“Enjoy, chat.”

Straightening his back Cassidy leaned away, dropping the mistletoe from his hands to Kip’s desk before walking away, leaving the Brit trying to collect himself, Kip being almost too afraid to look back at the chat that he saw scrolling over at the speed of light from the corner of his eye.

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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It's Not Your Story To Write

~4,4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

angst, (emotional) hurt/comfort, but with a more content ending. set post january 26th rampage

poured this out of my brain a couple of days ago with everything thats been going on and then some. just trying to make sense of most of my own thoughts and feelings with this tbh, and i like reflecting through making kip suffer so. theres that

also cause the ending of that four way match on rampage really fucked with me at a time i was extremely sensitive to that kind of a disappointment and kip was a disgustingly upset and sad little creature.. yeah. theres a part of that too

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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Rolling onto the apron, Kip winced as he pulled himself together for long enough to sit up. The music he was hearing was most definitely not his own, once again much to his utter disappointment. The crowd was cheering, though obviously for the fan favorite winner of the match, but instead in Kip’s fractured mind, this was a targeted, hateful attack on him and they were happy about his loss more than anything else.

Kip watched as his friends retreated from the ringside, without him, more focused on one another, as if he truly was the villain in this story. Maybe in a sense he was, after all Kip had been the one to start trying to win the match for himself, despite forming a temporary alliance in a match where there were effectively no teams. Maybe he deserved this, maybe their actions and reactions were justified.

All Kip knew in the moment though was the pain all over his body, and the disappointed looks glancing past him towards the ring, clearly more upset that Butcher hadn’t picked up the win either than the fact that Kip had been the one getting pinned.

For better or worse, soon enough his mind was wiped clean from the hazing thoughts of pain though, as Kip watched all of a sudden the International champion stride down the ramp very unceremoniously. Just like his friends, Cassidy acted like Kip didn’t exist, eyes only locked inside the ring where his next challenger for the following night was currently holding his victory celebrations.

Kip averted his eyes, hanging his head in shame. The crowd’s cheers for their champion were more like bloody screeches in his ears. All he wanted to do was leave, get out, get up and walk away. And yet he stayed, just a moment too long, stealing a glance towards Cassidy as he pulled the title belt out of that cursed backpack of his.

That’s when it became too much.

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“Hey.”

Kip ignored the voice, only continuing to pack his gear away. He was more or less working on autopilot, just going through the motions, trying his best not to think about anything. He just wanted to get the night over with, to return back to the hotel, to get some sleep, and fly home the next morning. That’s all he wanted, nothing more and nothing less.

Unfortunately for him, the way the hand brushed up against the small of his back made his shudder against his will, leaving the breath stuck in his throat.

Kip wanted to scream. Inside his head he already was, but there was no way for him to verbalize it at the moment. He didn’t want to cause a scene, he didn’t want to let his emotions get the better of him at a time and in a place like this. The hand tried to gently snake its way around his waist, only for Kip to almost too masterfully dodge it as he leaned down to zip up his suitcase, eyes finally, although briefly, landing on Cassidy for the first time since he had entered the locker room as Kip stood back up.

“I’ll see you at the hotel.”

He didn’t give Cassidy a chance to reply, picking his suitcase up and kicking it on the move, footsteps almost too hurried for the rest of his body to keep up with as Kip basically dashed his way out of the locker room. On one hand he was surprised, maybe even a little bit hurt, that Cassidy didn’t even try to stop him, but on the other, it was nice to have a little bit of breathing room again, at least for a little while.

He knew eventually he would have to face Cassidy about his behavior. Not that it was probably going to be that much of a surprise what was going on in his head if Kip was being honest, he was rather easy to read, but that didn’t mean he was looking forward to it. Quite the opposite, actually. While talking with Cassidy had admittedly become easier for him over time, at the same time sometimes Kip just wasn’t quite sure what to expect from him. What kind of a reaction, what kind of words.

Especially so when it came to highly emotional situations such as this.

He was able to breathe a little bit easier as Kip sat behind the wheel of the rental car in the parking garage of the arena, taking in the deafening silence for a while. For the first time since he had entered the building that night, it finally felt like time was standing still around him, and Kip was able to relax a little, even if only for a few seconds. The pressure on him to do well tonight, and then failing that simple goal at the end of the night, was admittedly getting to him, forcing Kip to stop for a moment to just sit there and try to steady his breathing.

Maybe he was used to being the one that made others look good. Maybe he was used to doing as he was told, to give his chances to others that people deemed better deserving of them than he was. Maybe Kip had worked himself into a corner where he could do nothing but keep repeating the same loop, over and over again, without finding a way to exit it anymore. Maybe even if he would have gotten to that title match, he would have just lost it all over again, as seemed to be the destiny for him by now.

If only he had gotten that far. If only.

Kip didn’t even notice he was shaking until after he had stepped inside the hotel room. Time around him was a haze, he could barely remember the drive back from the arena. Maybe he shouldn’t have left all by himself, it was probably a small miracle he managed to get himself here in one piece.

Kip closed the door behind him, staring at the bed across the room. Queen size. Made for two people.

A very familiar lump was back in his throat when he thought about who he needed to share that bed with tonight.

He left the suitcase in the middle of the floor, not really caring about it as he headed to the bathroom. The lights flickered on, Kip trying not to pay attention to them as he ran the faucet, pooling cold water on his hands, watching it drip over the edges of his palms. He could barely feel it, everything outside his skin felt alien. It had never gotten this bad before, he had to admit that to himself, and even scarier than that to him was the fact that he wasn’t entirely sure what was causing it.

Pushing the thoughts to the side for a split second, Kip splashed his face with the cold water, only to lift his face up to meet himself in the mirror. The smudged makeup he hadn’t had the time to remove before leaving was slowly running down his face with the cold droplets of water, making him wince. It wasn’t an unusual look for him, but tonight it felt like it was filled with much more unwanted emotions than the nights before. Kip quickly looked away, leaning down to fully wash his face, making sure to get rid of every brush of a makeup pen that had made him the Kip Sabian that was inside that ring tonight.

After he was finally happy with the results, Kip shut off the faucet, stopping to carefully listen as he dried off his face. It didn’t sound like Cassidy had gotten back yet, a fact that Kip confirmed as he walked out of the bathroom a moment later, finding the hotel room still occupying nothing but an empty bed and his suitcase. The silence was both a welcomed friend at his time of need, but also a grim reminder that eventually he would have to face the music. Kip knew Cassidy wasn’t just going to let him walk this one off, try as hard as he might.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, Kip intensely stared at the door, like he was mentally trying to will it open. Maybe getting this over with sooner than later was the solution he needed to his problem, but the wave of relief washing over him as nothing seemed to happen and nobody walked through the door during the time he sat there, being swallowed by the silence and his own thoughts, was telling him a whole different story. Kip finally broke eye contact with the closed door, proceeding to strip himself down only to his underwear to prepare for bed; getting properly changed was requiring energy that he just didn’t have at hand.

Plus, in the end, what did it really even matter?

Kip didn’t remember crawling into bed and under the blankets, but he had apparently done so and fallen in some sort of a state of sleep, as he came to as the bed shifted underneath him carefully. He could hear the blankets shuffling, a familiar warmth suddenly so close to him, a breath almost tickling his exposed neck, that he had to hold himself back from wanting to lean away from it.

“…Kip?”

The voice was a whisper, but Kip recognized it immediately. Not that it was hard for him to know who was sneaking into bed with him in the middle of the night, but having that confirmation felt at least a little bit nice. If for nothing else, than to confirm that Kip was awake, and this wasn’t a worse nightmare than the one he was trapped in in the real life.

Then again, maybe it being someone else than Cassidy would have been better.

As Kip didn’t respond, trying to pretend he was still asleep, Cassidy settled down on his side of the bed, Kip now being way too aware of how close he was. He could feel the body heat coming off the other man, even with the blankets between the two of them, soon enough feeling a soft tuck of the edge of his blanket as Cassidy’s hand snuck underneath it, obviously trying to get that comforting feeling of closeness that they usually had in this kind of a sleeping arrangement.

Only when the fingers brushed against Kip’s side, he flinched away from them on instinct.

Time froze inside the hotel room, Kip staring into the darkness with his eyes wide open, feeling like his heart was going to stop from the volume it was beating right there and then. He didn’t intend to make Cassidy aware that he was awake, let alone give him signals like this. The hand didn’t try to reach for him again, but Kip heard him shuffling a little bit on his spot, feeling the weight on the bed shift again as Cassidy sat up. Kip could feel the eyes staring at the back of his head, trying to burn holes into it, trying to gaze deep into the depths of his mind to figure out what was going on. He was biting his lower lip so hard to stay quiet, afraid he might actually bite through it. He could taste the iron in his mouth, fearing the red blood droplets that might fall and stain the pure white hotel room pillow cases.

“Kip?”

He still didn’t respond, this time being out of words. He couldn’t explain it to Cassidy, not here, not now. He didn’t want to, he probably couldn’t have even if he tried. All the disappointments of the day, the pain, the suffering, the humiliation. It was all too much to put into words that he could simply say in the middle of the night in a dark hotel room he was sharing with his boyfriend.

“Hey. It’s okay.” He knew that tone, Kip had heard it a million times before. As comforting as it was, as it was trying to be, it made him want to throw up. The anxiety rising in him, Kip knew what was coming next, him not being able to hold back his words no matter how hard he tried.

“Don’t touch me.”

Despite not seeing it, Kip could feel the hand that reached out for him freeze in midair, trying to decide whether to respect his request or to follow through with an attempt of comfort. Kip was waiting for it, a hand to land on his shoulder, give it a rub, pull him closer, tell him it was okay. They had done this dance multiple times before, Cassidy knew him, he knew Kip might have said one thing but meant the other.

But something about tonight was different. Maybe Cassidy could feel it too. Maybe there was a method to this madness, a truth to those words as Kip heard him moving again. Kip didn’t turn around to observe, he only listened, trying to put the pieces together as the bedding was shuffled around, the weight of Cassidy leaving the bed, the familiar warmth disappearing from his side. He fully expected Cassidy to walk around the bed to confront him, but much to Kip’s surprise nothing of such happened. Instead, the sounds died down after a while, forcing him out of sheer curiosity to glance over his shoulder, as if he was able to see anything in the dark room.

All he could see was the blanket covered shoulder and back of Cassidy’s who had now taken a spot on the couch.

Kip carefully settled back down, trying to steady his breathing as he was slowly calming down, at the same time both enjoying and despising the space he had been given now. He pulled the blanket tighter against him, wrapping his own arms around himself as he slowly curled up, hoping being in his own company would bring him the comfort he needed right now.

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Kip jolted up as the hotel room door slammed shut, scaring him awake. The wide eyes scanned the room around him before finally landing on Cassidy standing awkwardly by the door, a clearly apologetic look on his face, obviously having not planned on being so loud it was waking him up. Kip relaxed a little at the unhurried look the blond was giving him, knowing this wasn’t someone trying to throw him out of the room for sleeping in, but at the same time him registering Cassidy standing there brought the lump back in his throat as the memories of last night quickly flooded his mind.

He quickly looked away as he registered the soft smile lingering on Cassidy’s lips, feeling like he didn’t deserve it after everything that had been said and done.

“You slept so deeply I didn’t want to wake you up.” Kip just nodded a little at his words, hugging the blanket against his chest tight enough to make his arms tingle with pain. From the corner of his eye he saw Cassidy moving, walking up to him but focusing on something on the side, Kip eventually seeing him put a cardboard cup of coffee and a sandwich on the nightstand next to him before he moved away again. “I got you breakfast. They had your favorite.”

He wanted to say ‘thank you’, he wanted to reach out and apologize. To do or say something, anything. Instead Kip just watched Cassidy walk away from him, leaving him to stare at the food left at arms reach for him. It was a small gesture, a simple thought, and yet it made Kip feel like he didn’t deserve it either.

“Here.” Kip jumped a little, eyes shooting towards the voice, watching Cassidy hand a shirt in his direction. Kip looked at it for a moment, but as he didn’t move, Cassidy just slowly lowered it on the bed next to him. Kip’s eyes followed it, brows slightly furrowing as he didn’t recognize it, knowing he didn’t really own white shirts and hadn’t packed those for this trip at all, Cassidy easily catching onto his confusion. “I couldn’t get your bag open, so it’s one of mine. I just… Think you might want to be more dressed for this conversation.”

Yeah, the lump was definitely in his throat again. Kip knew exactly what he meant, he could feel Cassidy trapping him in the mental corner with this, knowing he wasn’t going to leave this room, let alone this bed without finally telling the other man what was going on with him.

Slowly Kip reached for the shirt, untangling it and pulling it over his head. A small smile tucked the corner of his lips as he glanced down at it as he straightened it down. An Orange Cassidy shirt. He wanted to laugh, but maybe that would have been inappropriate.

The bed shifted next to him, soon after Kip felt a hand landing on his leg that was hiding underneath the blanket. His eyes moved onto it, watching as Cassidy gently rubbed his thigh through the blanket, giving it a small, comforting squeeze. He knew that was a thing that usually helped Kip calm down, to signal to him that everything was okay or at least going to be okay, no matter what.

Usually Kip believed him, but in this very moment that just felt impossible to him.

“This is about last night, isn’t it?”

Kip just stared at his hand, watching Cassidy’s fingers gently tap against his leg. He quietly continued as Kip didn’t answer back to him. “…Or more importantly, it’s about tonight.”

Kip didn’t even need to say anything to confirm it, they both knew how correct Cassidy was. Maybe Kip didn’t talk about his disappointments that often, but Cassidy saw how it was eating him alive, getting progressively worse over time as things kept repeating. Loss after loss, and especially so when Kip lost a match that might have led to the two of them facing one another, be it for the title or not. Those were always the nights Cassidy saw him having the most difficult time adjusting, and combined with how he saw Kip at ringside after the match last night specifically despite seeming like he wasn’t paying him any attention, it wasn’t too hard to put two and two together.

“You really wanted it to be you. And I wanted it to be you, too. I really did.”

The breath Kip took in was so much shakier than he expected it to be that it almost scared him. He wasn’t sure if it was a result of Cassidy seeing through him so easily, his feelings being ripped out of him and hung up on display for both of them to see, or something completely different. All he knew that everything Cassidy had just said, even if it wasn’t a lot, was correct. Whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“You just --”

“Stop.”

Cassidy’s hand stopped, Kip not daring to look up at him. He could feel the confused look given to him, he could hear it in the way Cassidy’s steady breathing changed. The second squeeze given to his thigh didn’t feel comforting anymore, it was more confused than anything else.

“I…” His voice trailed off, Kip trying to find a way to arrange his thoughts into something that made sense. Cassidy was right in what he was saying, the things he was assuming, but it went deeper than that. Deeper than just wanting to be the one challenging for the title tonight. He just wasn’t sure at all how to explain it, the things he was feeling about this, about all of this.

“I… I did want it to be me. I really did.” He swallowed thickly, closing his eyes for a moment as Kip could feel the tears stinging already. He was surprised it took this long for them to start forming, that he hadn’t shed them last night while he was alone, be it in the car or the hotel room. “I-I. I just don’t think it’s meant to be.”

Cassidy watched him, simply just observed. It was slightly uncomfortable for Kip to be stared at like that, even if he wasn’t returning the look, feeling the pressure of continuing to talk now that he had started. Obviously he had more to say, more words to explain himself, his feelings, the situation, but it was still hard to make it all make sense, even for himself.

“I try so hard.” Before Kip could stop it, he felt the first tear roll down his cheek. He inhaled sharply, but resisted the urge to wipe it away. Cassidy had already without a doubt seen it, so what was the point of trying to hide it. “I-I try. And it’s never enough.”

The second tear rolling down his cheek made Cassidy reach out, his hand gently cupping Kip’s chin, lifting his head up. It was still forceful, but Kip managed to finally look directly at him, opening the floodgates even more upon seeing the equally sad smile crossing Cassidy’s lips.

“You’re always enough for me.”

“That’s not the point.” Kip didn’t intend to snap at him, but he couldn’t stop the words. His eyes shot away, head turning to the side, feeling Cassidy’s hand slowly disappearing from his face as Kip bashfully returned to staring down at his lap. “That’s… I love you, but that’s not good enough for me. That’s not what this is about.”

Kip sniffled quietly, breaking the suffocating silence before it had a chance to fully settle in the room. “I’m… I’m just stuck. It feels like I’m cursed. Cursed to never succeed, to never do anything meaningful. My career is at a standstill. I want to do more but I… I can’t. Every single thing, no matter how small, always fails.”

Cassidy nodded a little. In a sense he understood it all, having not only seen this from the sidelines happening for pretty much as long as he had known Kip, but also in his own way having to deal with similar things himself. He remained from saying it out loud though, giving Kip the space he required especially now that he had started to verbalize those tormenting thoughts that had pushed him so far away from Cassidy and his shows of affection last night.

“Seeing everyone else be celebrated and getting those opportunities just… Gets to me, sometimes. A-And,” Kip stuttered a bit, biting his lower lip as he tried to compose himself, already feeling the tension and hurt his words would bring up, but he was forcing himself to speak them out loud. He had to, if he ever wanted to clear the air around this topic. “And seeing… You. I’m, I’m just…”

Cassidy leaned closer, arms wrapping around Kip. He didn’t pull him closer, he didn’t exactly hug him, he just held the Brit close as Cassidy buried his face into his shoulder. Kip allowed the action this time, feeling one hand carefully rubbing his back, finally finding that touch comforting again. Cassidy had this kind of an effect on him, try as hard as Kip might to not let it get to him when he didn’t want it to.

“I don’t want to hate you,” Kip whispered, his voice shaking, Cassidy just nodding against his shoulder. “A-and I don’t. But sometimes it’s just… Really hard to be the lesser one.”

“I hate it too,” Cassidy mumbled into his shoulder, Kip nodding in turn. “I don’t want you to feel this way. I’m sorry I can’t do anything to change it.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Kip could feel Cassidy finally giving him a little squeeze, pulling him just slightly bit closer to himself. Kip gave in to the feeling, the comfort that was finally settling between the two of them now that things were being said out in the open, letting his arms wrap up around Cassidy’s waist as well, letting him closer to close the gap between them. Feeling Cassidy against his chest finally increased his heart rate, but for once Kip didn’t mind. It wasn’t a sound either of them was unfamiliar with.

“I wish I didn’t feel this way.” Kip leaned down to Cassidy’s shoulder, using it to wipe the freshly formed tears from his face. “You don’t deserve it. I-I mean my feelings. You deserve what you have. I--”

“Shh.” Kip could feel a hand run from his back into his hair, Cassidy gently brushing through it as he hushed him, lulling Kip into the most comfortable position he had been in the past day at least. He fully leaned into the touch, finally allowing himself to melt against the other man, the feelings of warmth and safety along with the words he had for his feelings bubbling out in a series of sobs from him. “I understand. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t even need to apologize, they both knew it, they both knew it wasn’t Cassidy’s fault. But they both just accepted it, those two little words making dealing with everything just a little bit easier in the moment. It gave them the understanding that they were mutually dealing with this, even if only one of them was suffering, but how it was still hurting them both. Maybe Cassidy more through Kip’s actions and feelings, but neither of them dared to say it out loud. It wasn’t a conversation to be had here, maybe not ever.

“I love you,” Kip finally broke the silence that was filled with nothing but his sobs for a while, feeling Cassidy lift his head up from his shoulder. Kip pulled away slightly, for the first time initiating eye contact on purpose, seeing the soft smile playing on the blond’s lips. “I-I love you so much.”

Cassidy brushed his hand through Kip’s hair again before leaning closer, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. Kip didn’t try to dodge it, this time he was fully ready for every touch Cassidy was giving to him, almost craving them and the comfort they brought to him now. He was still slightly hesitant to reply back to the kiss, but eventually did so, letting them both stay in the moment a little while longer before Cassidy broke it apart, leaning his forehead against Kip as he caught his breath with a few sobbing hiccups.

“I love you too,” Cassidy offered him a smile, feeling Kip’s head nodding. “We can do this. Together. I promise I’m not leaving you behind. Ever.”

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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Speak My Mind

“i need you now” kisses with orangekip :3c - requested by @midnightpretenders0

“i need you now” kisses: them fisting your shirt into their palms, your hands under their shirt, cold fingertips against their skin, and panting, moving down from their lips to their neck, soft moans that turn louder, shirts being pulled off haphazardly (from this list by @jasminesfury)

~2,5k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

okay if you saw me post this a few days ago lets pretend you didnt. i put it back in the burner after not really liking it and then i got an idea how to add to it so now its back and its better and yeah i do like it a lot more. also i deleted the original post and accidentally drafted the reblogged version so i cant reply to the ask again or edit the original so heres a new post sorry

it starts fluffy, it develops into something more heated, moves to a hurt/comfort territory and ends with comfortable levels of body worship and comfort/fluff. i marked this as mature on ao3 but it doesnt really go anywhere that deep, but just in case since it touches some topics.

cw: body image issues and whatever kind of extreme fluff body worship brings. its not like explicit at all, but you know.

(im also hesitantly going to put out a request for feedback for this one like. i dont want constructive criticism, i would just like to hear what you think if you read it. with this one it would mean a lot as im extremely unsure how i feel about it. so if you could spare a word or two after reading it would be very appreciated ✌)

@stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Cassidy’s fingers curled around the coils of Kip’s hair absentmindedly, watching the television screen from the corner of his eye without really paying attention to what was happening on it. He was unfamiliar with the game Kip had picked but enjoyed observing it every now and then nonetheless, for what little attention he was able to pay to the bright colors and fast moving objects. Or maybe it really was that Cassidy enjoyed spending time with Kip, no matter what he was doing.

At least the game seemed to be less hectic than the stuff he usually played, as was suggested by the much calmer presence Kip had sitting on the floor in front of the couch, and the much less frequent use of curse words. He still occasionally let out a few curses or otherwise loud, grumbling noises when faced with difficulties, but Cassidy playing with his hair seemed to help calm him down rather quickly whenever that happened.

They existed in the living room in perfect harmony, one’s presence in the room calming the other, just sitting there doing their own things as Cassidy scrolled through his phone with his other hand.

Pausing the game, Kip straightened his back, stretching his arms over his head, landing one of them on top of Cassidy’s as he brought them back down. Interlacing their fingers together Kip carefully tilted his head back, looking at the blond with a smile as Cassidy continued to play with his hair, still trying to focus on his phone.

But without the sunglasses Kip could see the softening look in his eyes and the small smile tucking in the corner of his lips, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“Clementine?”

Cassidy still didn’t look back at him, but let out a quiet sound of acknowledgment. Kip carefully squeezed the hand he was holding with his own.

“I love you.”

Cassidy finally broke eye contact with his phone, shifting his gaze to the Brit, watching Kip looking at him basically upside down with his head tilted back against the couch cushion. It wasn’t a new thing for Kip to be telling him this, or to break the news at a random moment, but something about this very moment he decided to do it yet again it felt genuine. Serene.

Before Cassidy could speak up, Kip carefully pushed himself off from the floor, not so carefully moving to the couch as he basically flopped on top of Cassidy who had just been lounging on the couch so far. Kip just chuckled at his slightly annoyed groan, wrapping arms around the blond’s midsection as he buried his face into the crook of his neck, letting out a sigh. He got so comfortable so fast that Cassidy didn’t even have time to stop him, just accepting that Kip was there now, acting almost like a weighted blanket on him.

Shaking his head a little, Cassidy could feel his lips twisting into a soft smile though as he ran a hand through Kip’s hair again.

“I love you too.”

The content sound Kip let out sounded almost like purring to him, vibrating through Cassidy’s entire being. He was sure Kip could feel his heart rate accelerating against his own chest, as he could feel the smile on the Brit’s lips against the skin of his neck. Kip didn’t say anything, but it was fairly obvious, especially based on the soft sounds he continued to make as he pressed a soft kiss on Cassidy’s neck.

“Clementine.”

His voice was barely louder than a whisper, peppered with kisses as Kip continued to shower him in small pecks of affection, carefully tracking his neck up to his jaw. Cassidy’s breathing tightened a bit as he felt Kip’s hands moving from underneath him, crawling up his sides onto his chest, carefully tucking on the front of the white t-shirt he was wearing.

Kip sat up, easily straddling him, hands pressed on Cassidy’s chest as Kip smiled down at him, tilting his head to the side a little, almost acting coy in the moment. Cassidy ditched the phone from his hand, arms wrapping around Kip’s waist, hands slowly sneaking up to his neck as he carefully pulled the Brit lower until they were face to face.

Kip chuckled at him a little, but the soft blush lingering on his face from Cassidy taking the control was very obvious.

“My,” Kip whispered, leaning closer to press a little kiss on Cassidy’s lips. “Sweet.” Another kiss. “Little.” Kiss. “Clemen--”

He couldn’t finish the last word before Cassidy yanked him close, pressing their lips together. His hand brushing into Kip’s hair and the back of his head pulled him closer, the almost embarrassingly unintentional moan Kip let out against his mouth allowing Cassidy to deepen the kiss. Kip obviously didn’t mind it, but his hands grabbing onto the chest of Cassidy’s shirt with such noticeable force were a clear indication that maybe he desired something more.

Kip barely let go of the shirt as Cassidy finally pulled them apart, both audibly catching their breath. The blush had definitely gotten stronger on Kip’s face, cheeks glowing red as he rested his forehead against Cassidy’s, eyes closed, trying to calm himself down. This was what he had intended, sure, but the intensity still always caught him off guard when it came to Cassidy. He wasn’t used to this, this being one of the few activities his boyfriend decided to show eagerness to participate in.

“Cle-clementine…”

Cassidy smiled at him, hands running through Kip’s hair and down to his neck, gently nudging the neckline of his shirt. It was fairly obvious what he wanted, Kip obliging as he pushed away from Cassidy’s face, helping him pull off the shirt. As he sat there on top of the blond, eyes still closed as Kip was trying his best to still compose himself after the air that had been knocked out of him with the first kiss, he could feel gentle fingertips against his exposed skin as Cassidy traced them along his abs, climbing up to his chest.

“Has anyone told you before how hot you are?”

Kip’s brows furrowed a bit at the sudden shift of the tone, eyes opening as he looked down at Cassidy, the bright blue eyes staring back at him almost too intensely again. Kip swallowed thickly, trying not to think about the question too much, but he carefully shook his head after a moment.

“No, not really. Not like… This, I guess.”

“Well,” Cassidy smiled at him, almost a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth as his hands firmly planted themselves onto Kip’s chest. “I do. I think you’re hot.”

Kip could feel his whole face heating up, surely Cassidy could feel his racing heartbeat through his chest as well. He watched as the blond smiled, the look almost unbearably adorable on his face, his hands sliding down Kip’s sides as he took in the sight of his boyfriends unclothed upper body sitting on top of him.

“I think you’re really hot,” Cassidy mumbled, averting eyes with Kip as he was now slightly blushing as well, a soft pink shade covering his face as his hands slid down to Kip’s thighs. The Brit just turned his face away, almost ashamed at the sudden compliments as he felt Cassidy’s fingertip drumming against his toned legs.

“…Shut up.”

Cassidy chuckled at him softly, hands easily slipping to Kip’s lower back from their previous position, making the other man noticeably shiver against the touch.

“I mean it though.”

“…No you don’t.”

Cassidy’s hands stopped, brows furrowing a little as he glanced up at Kip’s face, noticing the look that the Brit still wasn’t returning to him, biting his lower lip as he looked almost ashamed to be in the position he was in. This was far from the first time they had been like this, and yet this time specifically had triggered something in Kip that obviously made him more uncomfortable than he led on.

“Kip--”

“It’s fine,” he stated, cutting Cassidy off, hands finally letting go of the t-shirt he had been holding onto this entire time, Kip trying to push himself off of the blond. He got up on his feet, Cassidy quickly sitting up on the couch, hand reaching for Kip, grabbing a hold of his wrist.

“Wait. What’s wrong?”

Kip didn’t turn back towards him, he just stood there, feeling the burning sensation of Cassidy’s hand around his wrist, holding him in place. He didn’t try to fight it, but it was obvious how much Kip wanted to just walk away from all of this, despite not making the full effort to do so. Cassidy wasn’t going to let him go though, knowing that whatever it was that pushed him over the edge like this, it had something to do with him, considering how fine Kip had been with all of this just moments before.

“Hey.” Cassidy gently tucked Kip’s arm, carefully pulling him back on the couch. Kip obliged, sitting down, eyes still averting looking back at Cassidy, the blushing having turned into shame he didn’t want to share with him. “It’s okay. I’m sorry.”

He wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for, but it felt like the right move. Kip took in a sharp breath, but remained silent. Cassidy carefully observed the side of his face, trying to read half of the look he could see, honestly focusing more on the racing heartbeat of Kip’s that he could feel through the hold he had of his wrist.

“...I still mean what I said though.”

Kip tensed up at his words, just as Cassidy thought. So this was really what it was about. Before Kip could argue with him, Cassidy let go of his wrist, shifting on the couch as he pushed himself up, easily straddling Kip’s lap. Much to his surprise the other man wasn’t trying to push him away, but Kip still avoided eye contact, almost as if he was just playing along to let Cassidy do his thing and be happy about it more than anything else.

With a soft smile on his lips, Cassidy’s hand gently cupped Kip’s cheek with one hand, carefully turning his face towards him. Kip’s eyes almost immediately fell down and away from his, but Cassidy tried not to let it discourage him. Instead he grabbed a hold of Kip’s right hand, watching his eyes follow along with it as Cassidy lifted it up to his face, pressing a soft kiss on the back of it.

“I love you,” he stated softly, pressing another kiss on the back of Kip’s hand. “I love every inch of you.”

Kip didn’t stop him this time, Cassidy taking it as a good sign as he kissed his knuckles before peppering little kisses on each of his fingers. “The way you move your fingers is… Mesmerizing.”

He could feel that Kip wanted to pull his hand away from him after that statement, but Cassidy firmly kept his hold, moving to gently kissing Kip’s fingertips, Cassidy’s voice was barely louder than a whisper between each kiss. “I love the way your touch is always so gentle even when you don’t intend it to be so.”

Kip just watched him, quietly, as Cassidy proceeded to kiss up his hand and then his tattooed arm before reaching his shoulder, leaning slightly closer to his ear until the hot breath tickled him slightly, sending shivers down Kip’s spine.

“The way you’re decorated makes you such a work of art I can’t stop admiring you.”

“Orange, please.”

Cassidy pulled away a little, trying not to let the rare usage of his name rather than the affectionate nickname that escaped from Kip’s lips bother him, pressing a quick kiss on his lips instead. “Shh. I love your voice, but not now.”

As Kip fell silent again, slightly taken aback by Cassidy’s almost assertive behavior, the blond pressed a soft peck on his cheek. “When you laugh and your dimples are showing, it drives me insane.”

He could both feel and hear Kip’s breathing tightening up with each word, but Cassidy was far from being done as he carefully kissed the Brit on the eyelid he closed on instinct as Cassidy got close, trying to ignore the mild taste of salt he was getting back. “The intensity in your eyes makes them sparkle brighter than the stars in the night sky.”

As Cassidy moved over to the other eye, not only was he able to taste them, but the tears were visible this time as well. He didn’t want to stop, having the feeling in his heart how important that moment was, but Cassidy gave Kip a moment to process everything before he leaned in again, for another soft kiss on the other eyelid.

“When you look at me, I feel like the most loved person in the world.” Cassidy pulled away, leaning closer to press a kiss, slow and methodical this time, on Kip’s lips again. “And I want you to feel that too.”

Kip didn’t say anything, but Cassidy was able to see the floodgates truly open just before Kip leaned closer, burying his face into the blond’s chest, letting out an audible sob. A soft smile crossed Cassidy’s lips as his arms wrapped around him, pulling Kip as close to him as possible, hand running through his hair slowly as his other hand rubbed his back.

“It’s okay. Take your time.”

They sat there, in each other's arms, for a good while as Kip just quietly cried into Cassidy’s shirt, the muffled sobs melting his heart. As bad as making Kip act like this was making him feel, something in Cassidy told him that he sorely needed this. They didn’t talk about it a lot, but he knew Kip worked extra hard to keep up with his appearance and yet rarely got compliments on it, for whatever reason he really didn’t understand. What Cassidy didn’t know was that it was such a taboo subject for him that this was going to be the reaction to it, but at the same time he was happy that they got to this point.

If anything, he was able to say the things in a way he truly felt and meant directly to him. It wasn’t about proving a point, it was about showing Kip that Cassidy actually cared.

After a while Kip’s sobs quieted down, his face still buried in Cassidy’s chest as he leaned closer, pressing a little kiss in the Brit’s hair, getting a soft whine back from him.

“…Clementine.” His voice was barely a whisper, but the return of that nickname made Cassidy smile just a little bit wider. “I love you.”

Cassidy’s arms unwrapped from around him, the blond leaning slightly away to put some space between the two of them before his hands reached for Kip’s face, carefully lifting it up to look at him. Cassidy’s heart fluttered a little at the glimmer of tears in his eyes, but more importantly at the soft smile now crossing Kip’s lips as well. The Brit was the first one to lean closer, it being his turn to steal a kiss from Cassidy’s lips.

“I love you too.”

#fic #request #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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hi heres a quick orangekip drabble for tonight. needed to write something fluffy and sweet. thats about it tbh lol

on ao3

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Quietly pushing the bedroom door open, Kip yawned as he made his way to the bed. The evening had gotten much longer than he intended, the late night hours making him regret being awake for this long as he tried to rub some of the tired out of his eyes while proceeding to remove the top layer of his clothes. He was too tired to fully change into sleepwear, just slipping into bed in his underwear, pulling the covers over him as he heard a soft murmur coming from the other side of the bed.

He knew Cassidy had already gone to bed, probably some hours ago at this point, but Kip thought he was quiet and careful enough not to wake him up. But apparently not, as the drawling, almost whiny voice reached his ears.

“Kiiiippp…”

The Brit sighed, rolling onto his side, getting face to face with the blond. Cassidy’s eyes were still closed, the other man clearly being barely awake, but still aware enough to be annoyed with Kip and getting woken up like this.

“Sorry, babe,” Kip whispered back at him, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on his forehead. Cassidy whined at him a little more, arms wrapping around Kip’s waist as he pulled him closer, pressing a quick sloppy kiss on his lips. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Shut up,” Cassidy mumbled, burying his face into Kip’s chest, clearly exhausted from the whole day of traveling. Kip just smiled at him, running his hand through the blond’s short hair as he draped the other one over Cassidy’s midsection, just holding him close.

“You were supposed to come to bed hours ago.” Kip hummed back at him quietly, letting out another yawn. He had promised to follow Cassidy shortly after he announced he was heading for bed, but the games had once again gotten the better of his attention span, making that a very invalid promise in the end. “I waited for so long.”

“I’m sorry,” Kip mumbled into his hair, starting to feel sleep taking over him now too. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

“You better.” Kip could feel Cassidy yawning against his chest, the arms around him squeezing Kip a little. “You owe me one.”

“Okay,” Kip sighed, leaning closer to press a little kiss on top of Cassidy’s head. “Whatever you want, Clementine.”

#character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction #drabble

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i typed this on my phone, its 2am and @midnightpretenders0 is making me have feelings (affectionate)

so. heres some orangekip cause goddamn we going through it tonight fam (i blame kip and his stupid tweets for this)

Cassidy sighed, running a hand through Kip’s hair, almost a knowing gesture at this point. Kip followed the motion, head leaning against the touch, like they had practiced this millions of times before. Maybe they had, Kip had honestly lost the count at this point, but the number was high enough for him to not remember it from the top of his head.

“I can only have you one night of the week,” Cassidy muttered, leaning in for a soft, quick kiss. “Do you know how much I hate that? How much lost time I need to make up during times like this when you are there?”

He didn't give Kip a chance to respond, drowning his answer with another kiss. As Kip tried to protest quietly, wanting to let Cassidy know his thoughts, he instead found himself with a tongue in his mouth, the sweet, almost ironic taste of clementines being the only thing in his mind anymore. Cassidy gently tucked on his hair as his hand ran through it, the soft gesture making Kip moan, the blond quietly chucking against the kiss.

“I miss this,” Cassidy whispered as they finally parted, watching Kip trying to catch his breath, his eyes closed as he attempted to calm himself down. “I miss this so damn much every time you're too far away again.”

Kip made a quiet noise of acknowledgment at him, Cassidy planting a quick peck on his lips again. He watched Kip chase after it, only for Cassidy to pull his hands out of Kip’s hair, using them instead to push him down against the mattress of the hotel room bed.

“I love it so much when you make those sounds,” he smiled as Kip whined back at him, the Brit’s eyes finally opening as he looked up at Cassidy, the blond having a hard time not turning this act very reckless on the spot. Biting his lips, his eyes wandered over Kip’s face, the blurred eyes, slightly parted lips, hair already beginning to resemble a mess. Cheeks flushed with deep red blush. His favorite part, the slight embarrassment in Kip’s entire demeanor right there as Cassidy easily straddled his waist.

“God you have to stop being so hot.” Kip clearly wanted to laugh at him, but he couldn't get even a word out, just observed Cassidy looking him over, before his hands started gently wandering. Kip was barely able to feel the light touches through the canvas of his clothing, but just the ghosting feeling was enough to draw some shudders out of him, making the soft smile on Cassidy’s lips grow with each brush of his hand over the other man's upper body.

“It's so hard for me to keep my hands off of you with all of this. You being like this, me only seeing you so rarely…”

Kip couldn't help but to notice the smile on Cassidy’s lips turning just a little more mischievous, knowing exactly what that meant. What it meant for him.

“We need to make up for some lost time, babe.”

Kip just nodded, feeling a pair of warm hands slipping under his t-shirt with ease. The moan he let out was unintentional, but they both knew he meant every little bit of that.

“Oh… So much making up to do.”

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction