One night, Randy and John were sleeping in their hotel room when Randy started to have a bad dream. He tossed and turned until he realized what was happening: Something was killing his John-John. He tossed more and more until he shot up, screaming. "Shit..." He looked at John and smiled. "He looks so sweet sleeping. Time to wake him up." He started singing. "Oh John-John... I need you to wake up." John slowly turned and saw Randy smiling from ear to ear. "Hey baby boy." John kissed the viper's forehead. "Ready for SmackDown? Because we have a tag match today against Wyatt and Ambrose." They shuddered at the thought of them losing. It was going to be a long day.
It was time for the main event: Orton and Cena v. Wyatt and Ambrose. The match went perfectly as planned with Cena and Orton winning the match. "I got something for you when we get back to the hotel." Cena smiled. "I'm going way too fast. Let me tell you this story from the beginning. The true start of this Relationship."
In June of 2002, a new wrestler appeared on a SmackDown episode. Randy Orton was backstage when the new wrestler came. "Hey. My name is John Cena." He smiled. Randy gave him a sweet smile. "H-Hi. I'm Randy Orton. Enjoy your first day." He blushed a dark red. "He's so hot..." Randy blushed harder as John walked away, skipping happily. Randy headed to the showers in the locker room. When he got in, he started the shower but didn't realize who else was in the locker room. It was John. Randy started to think of John and stroke himself. "Ohhhhhh John... Mmmmmm..." John heard him and started feeling himself. He walked closer and he heard Randy moaning louder. "John please... I want you in me... I need you..." John stepped in the shower and kissed Randy's shoulder. "Oh my god... please tease me..." Randy turned around and kissed John. John kept it as soft as he could. He pressed Randy against the shower wall and thrust his groin into Randy's. Randy broke the kiss and smiled. "You're good at this." John blushed harder. "Thanks. I'll see you later." "Ok." Little did Randy know that he was going to be in a deep, loving relationship with John. When Randy turned around, Hunter stood, smiling. "I see you like the new guy, huh?" He asked. "Well... I... He & I are... Well... OK. You win." Randy sighed in defeat. Hunter snuck up behind him and started kissing Randy's neck. Randy tensed, but he realize someone was coming. He quickly shoved Hunter away, knocking The Game down to the locker room floor and coming was... John Cena. "I need your help! Come with me!" John exclaimed as he grabbed Randy's wrist and pulled him to where Shane McMahon and The Undertaker were. "Hide!" John whispered. "The new kid is never going to be a WWE Champion." The corporate man said to The Undertaker. "You're right. That sorry excuse of a human Orton is never going to be a champion either." He agreed. "What the fuck?!" John and Randy said to each other. "We need to go now." Randy told John as quiet as possible. "Why?" "If someone listens to Shane and they say something, they're done." "Ok." Shane turned and saw Randy's eyes, staring at him deadly. "Time to GO!" Randy pulled John and ran. They ran until they slept in each other arms, tired from running away from Shane and the good thing is, they were out of sight.
Randy's POV
When John and I got to my hotel room, we were feeling all on each other's chest. "John..." I smiled. "Yes my Legend Killer?" John replied. "I want to feel you." I said. "What? We've only been dating for... exactly 8 hours." John replied, raising his eyebrow. I smashed my lips together with John's and lied on my back. John dominated me from the start and realized I was the one John was looking for. His new everything. We rid each other of our wrestling gear and just as we gazed into each other's eyes... "John, Randy, it's me Hunter. You guys alright?" Hunter called. John turned and answered while I pulled out a case of fresh rose petals and scattered them around the bed. I then made a heart next to where I was lying down, hid the case in my suitcase and laid down, going into a pornstar position, raising my legs. "Yeah, thanks for checking in on us, Hunter." John called back, but he was caught off guard by a certain Legend Killer. "Shit..." John saw my position. "Hey John-John, instead of us being friends, jut be my boyfriend?" John loved when I called him John-John. "Yeah..." John blushed harder than ever and his length shot up in the air. "No problem. Randy, make sure you good care of the rookie. Give him all of it." Hunter said as he left. I couldn't hold myself back: I needed John. "John-John... please don't make me wait." "I know, you need me now." John smiled as he didn't waste time as he grabbed some lube and a condom. "A-Are you clean, John-John?" I asked. "Y-Yeah... Why?" I grabbed the condom and lube and tossed it away. "We don't need this." John smiled sweetly like he did before. "OK. Then I won't need to be ready for you either." I sat down on John and winced in pain. "DUDE! Why didn't you let me prep you!?" John sighed. I saw the concern in my boyfriend's eyes. I slowly moved off John and that relieved John. "Let me prep you first then we can make love to each other. OK?" "OK." I smiled. John stuck out two fingers and traced them along my lips. I smirked before I opened my mouth and wet John's fingers up nicely. I was feeling like I was on fire because of the heat rising in my body. "You little slut." John said to me as his smile widened. When I was done, I switched places with John, being on top of him. "Hurry John." I whined. 'You really are a little cute slut, right?" John smiled. "Yes! I am!" I screamed out, but I bit my lip from screaming in pleasure when I, once again, lowered myself on John. "First time?" He asked me. I was at a loss of words. I just moved at a fast pace. He stroked me in time with his thrusts. "John! Right there! Oh shit, right there John!" He found my sweet spot. "Right there, you Legend Killer slut?" He touched my sweet spot over and over and I was closing in on my climax. It was driving me crazy. "John-John...!" I screamed his name as I came over his glistening chest. That was enough to drive him out of it. "Legend Killer!" He screamed my nickname (Surprised he didn't say slut, I like that nickname) as he released himself in me. I laid next to him in the rose-covered, rose-scented, hotel bed. "That was... awesome." I sighed, climbing back on him and laying on his chest. "I know. You make a good slut, and... I'm happy to say, that... I love you." I was taken back by what he said. Instead of responding, I kissed him and smiled. "Right back at you, John-John." I felt sleepy and drifted off to sleep. I felt a pair of strong arms lift me and set me down in a chair as he cleaned the no longer fresh rose petals up, tossed them in the an along with the condoms and lube he brought, and lifted me back up, only to place on the bed, pulling a blanket over us. "Night... my little baby boy slut." I smiled in my sleep at the thought of spending the rest of my life with John. "Life with John..." My smile widened as I slept next to my new boyfriend. This is going to be a great relationship. What could possibly go wrong?