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A/N: Yes, I'm writing a John Cena story, shocking, isn't it? Well… what can I say o.O Anyway, this is another recycled story. The end will change though and there could be a sequel. Let me know what you think.
Here By Me
It was another Tuesday morning and like many of his Tuesday mornings, John Cena ended up laying sprawled across his hotel bed, flipping aimlessly through the channels and not finding anything good on it.
He knew that by all rights he should be sleeping or at least trying to. After all, the night had long ago faded away and it was already close to being four o'clock in the morning, definitely not the smartest hour to be wide awake. But the truth was that he had barely been in that room for more than an hour and he was not sleepy at all; in fact, he had never felt so awake and alert in his entire life.
Looking back at the events that preceded that moment, it had all started like any typical Monday night. He had worked on the Raw live event and after that was done he went with some of the boys to grab a late dinner and a few beers. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a typical Monday night in the life of a WWE Raw Superstar... or at least that's what he thought at first.
But when he went back to his hotel, tired and ready to call it a night, things started to get out of the ordinary and his cycle of routine was broken, because as it turned out, not only did the hotel he was supposed to stay screwed up his reservation but it was aslo sold out and he ended up driving around and searching for another hotel to spend the night. At the end, he had no other choice but to share a room with Matt aka Evan Bourne in the only available motel in town.
Yeah, because as if destiny was against him… or at his side, he wasn't sure yet, the hotel had screwed Matt's reservation too.
Regularly, John never roomed with any of the guys; not that he never did, after all in his initial days in the company he had and many times. But with his current status as a main eventer and the top dog of the company, he just didn't need to share a room or the expenses of it.
Why do it when he knew he could always count on having a suite in a Hilton hotel or better yet, a first class ticket back home?
But that night things didn't went that way and he was sharing with Matt, and really; of all the guys he worked with, the current champion was glad that he and Matt were the ones who got screwed.
Sure, he could have taken a ride with Randy on his bus, after all The Viper was traveling without his wife and he was sure that he would be more than welcome to crash there, but when he found out that Matt was in his same predicament, he decided that it must be a work of destiny and that he needed to make the best of it.
You see, it was like this, John liked Matt… and he liked him very much; his lively personality and the fire in him always made John notice with a big dimply smile on his face and with time he even went as far as to wonder about him... in a very intimate way.
It was quite odd and at first he tried to brush it off, after all he had never felt attracted to another man before and that he was feeling that way for someone he considered to be a good friend was very disconcerting.
Imagine the feast the dirtshits would have with that one! Ha!
But him trying to ignore that feeling was in vain, because every time he saw Matt, smiling and bouncing on the ball of his feet, he just couldn't help but to fight against the urge of reaching forward and who knew, touch him? Kiss him? He really didn't know. He just fought against the feeling for the longest time until one good day he decided that his small friend wasn't going to leave his subconscious any time soon and that he might as well do something about it.
So now, as he lay across the bed flipping through the channels, John was trying to formulate a plan in his mind to let the younger man know about what he was feeling, what he had been feeling for quite some time now.
But how does a man tell another man that he likes him? He had no idea. He knew his way around women, actually he was very confident on his skill with the fairer sex; but it was quite different with a man… well, he had no way to tell as he had never been with one before.
So how does one seduces a man? How do you make him notice you?
He could honestly say that the thought of it had never even crossed his mind, not until Matt. That's when his thoughts started to turn to another dimension and when he started to notice him in a different way.
Since Matt came back from his surgery, John started to notice him not as the man he had known through the years and definitely not as the friend he had become, but as a man that had the power to turn his life upside down with only one of those bright smiles he liked to flash around, a quite desirable man…
For the longest time he brushed the feeling aside and catalogued it in the part of his brain that he didn't want to explore, the part that he didn't understand. During that time he went into a phase of denial.
Instead of recognizing it as attraction, he chose to believe that it was the part of him that had missed his friend… or how knew? Maybe he was going through a premature midlife crisis and instead of chasing twenty year old pretty girls his brain wanted to experiment with guys.
To that day he still wasn't sure what it was, but if he was sure about something was that he wanted him. There was no more denial, he wanted Matt and he wanted him badly.
Now, he knew that Matt has been in a relationship with a man before so that was a great beginning; it would have been bad if at the end it turned out that Matt wasn't into men. But thankfully for him he was, he knew it even if the subject hadn't been touched between the two of them because he, along with the entire WWE roster knew that Matt and Cody had been going out before they had a nasty break up a few months ago. Those two love life was one of the most known secrets backstage.
And as bad it sounded, he had wanted Matt even when he knew he was with the Runnels kid. It was something that he couldn't control, he tried to brush it away but it wouldn't fade, it only grew stronger and unbearable.
That had been until the break up.
With Cody out of the picture, John took the opportunity to get even closer to Matt; sometimes he would tag along with the guys in their night outs if he knew Matt was going to be there and they even started working out together from time to time. And through all of this, John watched Matt suffer in silence, because like he said before, Matt never talked with anyone about his love life.
But John has been there for him, and even when they never talked about it, he liked to believe that he had helped the younger man get out of the deep hole Cody left him. That has been months ago, and to that day John had never told Matt about his feelings. But he wanted to change that tonight, he was tired of being so close and yet so far away.
The problem was that he didn't know how to approach the subject.
As he tried to come up with ways of breaking the ice, the older man heard the bathroom door getting open and his eyes immediately went to the man that walked through it. Matt, the object of his hidden desires had just gotten out of the shower and he was at that same moment drying his short brown hair with a towel.
"Man, we couldn't have picked a worse place to stay even if we tried to. I swear I just saw a bug crawl out of the shower drain."
John chuckled, he had been in that shower before and he had seen that drain, he could believe anything could crawl out of that thing. "Did you kill it?"
Matt took a moment to stare at John, his warm chocolate eyes shining with amusement. "Of course I did, why? You wanted to take a picture."
"Okay, okay, no need to be a smartass." He laughed, feeling kind of shippy and nothing like the tough, secure guy everyone knew him to be.
Matt smiled, putting the towel away while John studied him from afar.
The truth was that he still didn't know how to proceed. Sure, he was a man and he should know the best way to approach one, he only had to think what would work for him…
Taing his eyes away from Matt, John flipped through the channels some more, not paying much attention to what he was doing because Matt just sat at the edge of his bed to search something in his bag.
it was perfect and he should grab the opportunity and do something before he moved to his own bed… maybe he could even-
"Would you please pick a channel already? You are driving me crazy." Matt said while taking a look at the TV screen before going back to his search.
The idea came to him in a flash and he went with it, he put a channel he had taken a peek earlier on and threw the control to the other man's side.
John smiled to himself, watching as the sounds coming out of the screen prompted Matt to take a look. He watched for a while, then he chuckled and looked back at him.
"Porn… are you serious?" Matt asked, lifting an eyebrow as he stared at John.
The blue eyed muscled man shrugged innocently. "You said pick a channel."
Matt shook his head before turning his back to Matt once again. He didn't take the control; instead he kept going through his bag and occasionally taking a glance at the TV.
John thought about it, trying to come with something that would get Matt's attention for sure.
"So do you like watching this or do you only go for gay porn?"
That did it, Matt turned his head to the side to take a look at him; he was frowning but he didn't seem like he was angry… in fact he looked kind of amused.
"What?"
"I mean, I was wondering since you are…" Damn, that had been the worse ice breaker ever. Is that how you told your friend that you knew he was gay and that you wanted to get with him? For some reason he didn't think so.
"Gay."
"Yeah-" John said, his jaw tensing as he waited Matt's response.
Th younger man shrugged and looked back at the source that was emitting all the moans that echoed through the room. "I like it, I guess, I mean it's not like I haven't been with women."
"Really?" He asked out loud even when he had wanted to keep that to himself. "And what do you like better?"
Matt chuckled, this time turning completely around to face John. "Okay, why this sudden interest?"
John stared right back at him, he could tell him right now that his interest lay on him, that he wanted him, that he had wanted him for so long. "Guess I'm just curious, I myself had never been with a man so you know… is it really different than being with a woman?"
And what a dumbass question, of course it had to be different! Why was he rambling instead of going right to the point?
Matt graced him with one of his half grins, the one that John liked so much but that he would seldom see. "It's very different; it's more intense with guys and…" He snorted. "And how and why did we end up talking about this?"
John gulped; intense was something that he wanted to experiment that night. "Let's say that you are satisfying my curiosity. I don't know if know this but I'm very curious about stuff." John said, sitting up over the bed and facing the high flying superstar. "So, how did you find out you were into guys, was it something that has been always on your mind or did it suddenly happened?"
"You know, this talk is getting weird."
"Why, aren't we friends?"
"We are, but it feels kind of weird talking about my sex life with you while there is a porn movie playing in the background." Matt chuckled, squinting his eyes as he looked to the side.
To make Matt feel more comfortable, John reached for the control and turned the TV off. He really thought that he could get something out of this conversation and he wanted to push it some more. "So how do I know if I'm gay?"
Matt laughed out loud, a burst of amusement tore right from his belly. "Believe me John, you are not gay, you are like the manliest man I've met."
"Yeah, anyway, I might be gay without even knowing it."
"I don't think so."
"Why?"
"Is not like there is a manual or something, but the basics of being guy is that you have to like other men, and we both know that if I as much as touch you the wrong way you would flip and kick the hell out of me, that's how un-gay you are."
John smiled, how far from the truth his friend was. "I don't think I would flip, try me."
The younger wrestler frowned, the corner of his lip twisting with the phantom of a smile. "Try you with what?"
"Touching me, if I don't flip then there is a possibility that I'm gay. Common, I'm game for anything."
That did it and Matt laughed again. "Are you drunk or something?"
"I'm not, my mind is very clear… you know you want to so go ahead, how many opportunities do you have to touch a fine specimen like me?" He said with a forced laugh, trying to joke a bit to hide his anxiety.
Matt was still frowning, his lips slightly pouted. Then he lifted his hand and touched John's arm. "There you go, you are right, you didn't flipped! OMG you are SO gay; woo woo woo!"
"That was the lamest thing ever; I can get more action out of you in the ring."
"Oh I know now, this is a prank… very funny, John, can I go to sleep now?"
John ignored Matt's words; he wanted to show him how real he was. "If I kiss you and I like it, would that make me gay?"
Matt was staring at him, a frown on his face and his lips quirked. "Yeah, as if you would do that."
"I might."
He snorted again. "Then go ahead Romeo, I want to see how far you get before backing off, then the joke is going to be on you."
It was John's time to smirk now; he was not planning on backing away… why should he? He just got permission to kiss the man sitting in front of him, something he had wanted to do since forever.
Feeling antsy, the taller of the two moved forward, getting closer to the man that was smirking right in front of him. By the look on his face, John was pretty damn sure that Matt wasn't expecting him to carry on with it. Ah, he was up to get a nice surprise.
He got even closer, leaning into Matt until their lips were merely a few inches apart. He took that moment to take a look into Matt's eyes, loving the lovely dark color that they were up close and personal.
Then his eyes moved down to his full lips, he had always held the believe close to his heart that Matt had lips made for kissing and he was finally going to taste them, to feel them.
Without wanting to delay it a second longer, he brushed his lips to Matt's, feeling the softness of them before putting more pressure to it.
He wanted to do this slow, not only to enjoy it, but also just in case Matt didn't want it. That his friend was into men didn't mean that he was into him, for all he knew he could be stepping out of his boundaries with that simple, chaste kiss.
For all he knew he could be putting to an end several months of a great friendship…
He pulled away, searching for Matt's eyes to see if he detected an indication that he screw up, but as he looked into those beautiful eyes, he saw nothing of that, what he saw was something that took his breath away.
Was it longing? Desire? Could it be possible that Matt also wanted this?
"Well, that was farther than I thought you would get."
Instead of replying with words, John leaned forward once again and fully pressed his lips to Matt's, this time forcing them apart so that he could meet his tongue with his.
If felt amazing, this was everything John had imagined and then a bit more. The taste of Matt's mouth a warm wet sweetness that that he couldn't get enough of; and not only did it felt great to be kissing him so intimately, but it felt even greater that Matt was actually kissing him back.
He slid his hand up to run his fingers through the Airborne's silky short hair, feeling an unimaginable jolt of pleasure go straight to his groin when the other man emitted a soft moan into his mouth.
They kissed for a while, Matt's hand tentatively going to lock at the nape of John's neck, holding him in place and forcing the kiss to deepen.
John couldn't complain, it wasn't as if he was planning on breaking away from Matt any time soon, he was enjoying it too much to want it to end.
But apparently, Matt had other plans because he pulled away from John, brown eyes questioning blue eyes. "What was that?" He asked in a soft breath, his lips slightly swollen and his face flushed.
He had never looked more desirable in John's eyes.
"A kiss." He responded matter of factly before recapturing his lips into another kiss. Once again, Matt responded to it, matching him in passion until the intensity of the kiss made them both moan into each other's mouth.
With time, John's hands found their way underneath Matt's shirt, touching and exploring him at will, enjoying the feel of his smooth and warm skin underneath his fingers lke never before. It feel good, very good.
In the silence that reigned over the room, hands explored wildly, the kiss stole their every breath and before either of them could think it twice their shirts were off, tossed aside and now Matt was on his back while John lay on top of him and right between his legs.
If truth had to be told, John had hoped the night to turn this way but he didn't believe it was actually going to happen, he had spent too much time whishing and now that it became a reality he couldn't quite believe it.
But it was happening, it was very much real! He was kissing Matt while he lay helplessly underneath him.
Breaking away from the kiss only to look into Matt's eyes, John gasped. The eyes of the other man were wild and dark and he could see the need in them, it was almost palpable. He knew his eyes must look the same. Re-capturing his lips, John growled when the younger man pushed his hips into his, making him feel how much he was liking this turn of events, making him know how real this was.
He pushed back, the sensation of Matt's erection pressed against him sending a slight tremor all over him. It was nothing like he had felt before and he was looking forward to feel that without the disturbance of clothes. It was insane, it all felt amazing, the knowledge that this was Matt, his friend and the only man he had ever done something like this making the experience formidable and at the sensation of it, his own erection twitched.
Pulling apart and running his fingers down his friend's side, John's clouded blue eyes opened up and stared and the man beneath him. "Matt…" He hissed, but before he could finish his sentence the younger man managed to sneak out of his hold to get up to his feet.
"I... I think I better go." He mumbled and with his face a deep scarlet red, he picked his shirt and without putting it on he walked to the door.
It was all too quick, so quick that the only thing John could do was watch him move around the room. It wasn't until Matt was opening the door that he found his voice. "Matt, wait…"
But it was too late, Matt walked out and left him there, alone and wondering what went wrong.
TBC?