His Voices in My Head
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form, own any of the people in this story or any element of the WWE universe. This is strictly fiction.
Author's Note: Oh, how I looooove Centon This is a CenaXOrton story but there are some other pairs too.
Content Warning: This story includes mild violence, strong language, and lots of hot steamy slash.
"John, you haven't been acting like yourself lately," John Cena's best friend Melina Perez told him as she stood in front of him in his locker room.
"I'm fine, really," John replied half-heartedly.
"Bull!" John's other best friend Matt Hardy exclaimed from the bench he was sitting on.
John sighed. "I guess I'm not completely over Batista yet…" he explained. John and Batista had been dating for about a year, but they broke up about three months ago. They split on good terms, though, and they remained friends.
"Aww, Johnny," Melina said with an 'aww' look on her face. John hated that nickname; only Melina (and Matt on exception) could get away with calling him that.
"Look John, you know I love you right?" Melina asked, shining her beautiful smile at her friend.
"I hear it every day," John replied.
"Ok good," Melina chuckled. "Well, I have to go meet up with Kelly and Natalya for some dinner but I want you to stay strong. There's someone out there for you." And with that, Melina grabbed her purse, gave John and Matt a kiss on the cheek, and left.
"Who could possibly want an old man like me?" John asked Matt.
"Dude, I'm older than you," Matt began, "and I can personally tell you that you are NOT old."
"But-" John started before Matt cut him off.
"And there are plenty of dudes backstage that would totally want to have their way with you," Matt added.
John sighed again. He hadn't gotten laid since he broke up with Batista and he was really fucking horny. Three months without sex can really rip a dude's nervous system to shreds. John couldn't help but feel a tiny bit jealous towards his friends: Melina was in a committed relationship with John Morrison (the two had an on-and-off relationship) and Matt was doing well with his boyfriend, Phil (a.k.a. CM Punk).
"John!" Matt shouted, breaking John out of his thought.
"Yeah, what?" John blasted.
"You should let me hook you up with somebody-"
"Hell no," John said. Matt was responsible for hooking John and one of his now ex-boyfriends, Chris Jericho up, and while it was fun at first, it turned into hell on earth. Literally.
"Fine," Matt said. "But if you don't get going soon, I'll have no choice-"
"You do like having arms and legs, don't you?" John threatened.
"Why yes I do!" Matt laughed. "Which is why I'm going to go get my brother and head out. I'll catch you later, Cena."
"Peace out, Hardy," John said as Matt left the room.
John decided to take a quick shower before he left, so he did, and he put on a crisp white t-shirt and some blue denim jeans. He packed up his gym bag, grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet, and left out his locker room. To say he was tired was an understatement; he had just wrestled Wade Barrett and then got attacked by the Nexus after the match.
He walked down the hallway, passing by many of his fellow superstars and divas, until he was almost out of the arena. John then heard some choking in the room he passed, so he quickly opened the door to find none other than Randy Orton sitting on a bench, choking on what he believed was a cheeseburger. John immediately applied the Heimlich maneuver and Randy came back to reality.
"Orton? Orton, can you hear me?" John shouted as he shook Randy's shoulders.
"Yes," Randy near-whispered. Randy soon regained full consciousness. "Fuck it, Cena, I hear you! Now what the hell are you doing in here?"
"Such polite words to be using towards the guy that saved your life," John bragged.
"You? Save MY life? As if," Randy sneered.
"It's true," John said, a smirk growing on his face. "You were in here choking on your little cheeseburger until I came and helped you out."
Randy glared at him. "Thanks…Cena…"
"No problem," John chucked, "I enjoy helping so-called 'Vipers' resolve their cheeseburger issues. To think, Randy Orton nearly choked to death on a cheeseburger. That's tabloid gold."
"Shut the hell up, Cena," Randy shot. "It could have happened to you too."
"Maybe with some steak or some man food, not a little cheeseburger," John replied.
"Whatever," Randy said as he began to take off his shirt.
"Dude, you're not alone in here," John said as he examined Randy's chiseled chest and abs. They were so damn PERFECT!
"You seem to be enjoying the view," Randy replied.
In all honesty, John could feel his pants getting tighter the more he looked at Randy. He had wrestled Randy before, practically had his hands all over Orton's half naked body in the ring, so why was he getting so turned on now?
"Cat got your tongue?" Randy joked.
"Nope, I'm just a little upset because you've got such a tan and I'm nearly as pale as Sheamus!" John blurted.
Randy laughed. Who knew that he of all people had caught John Cena's eye? He could have some fun with this…
"Well then, I suppose that that little tent in your pants is all because of a tan?" Randy added.
John blushed. "Damnit, Randy, shut up! I'm leaving. You have fun with your cheeseburger!" John exclaimed as he left the room in a huff.
Randy grinned. He could use this to his advantage….
To be continued! Review please!