A/N: This is a short story based on a suggestion from M.J's Place. I hope this lives up the expectation and thanks so much for the idea!
"They only care when it's an election year, and even then they don't go around doing "good deeds" until the month leading up to the election." John mumbled under his breath as he watched the tall, dark haired man reading to his students.
"That's true for most of them, but, I don't know, I think Barrett's different. He has campaigned really hard for literacy programs throughout the state since he's been governor. I don't know, it's like he personally cares." His best friend Evan replied, leaning forward on the desk with is head resting on his fist.
John looked to the side, letting his hips lean back against the same desk. "Yeah, he personally cares that he gets re-elected and gets to live the life of luxury our taxes pay for." John stated, sarcasm dripping off of every word.
"Wow, you are a cynical dick when you want to be, aren't you?"
John just snorted in response, feeling like his friend's words didn't even deserve a response.
"Whatever, you can't deny that he's good with the kids, no matter what his motives are." Evan forged ahead, ignoring John's lack of response. He had to concede that point. He did seem to have their undivided attention, something John couldn't always manage in his classroom.
"Fine, I'll give you that." John grudgingly admitted.
"You know what's funny? Despite this attitude you're cocking right now, if he were to walk over here right now you would clam up and stare up at him with those big blue eyes. You never could talk to guys you think are cute." John didn't know if Evan wasn't paying attention to the scowl covering his face or if he was just ignoring it, but he kept talking, apparently finding great humor in John's usual awkwardness around men.
John just continued to scowl, swinging his gaze away from his friend. The worst of it was, Evan was hitting the nail on the head. He did quickly turn into a bumbling idiot, stumbling his way through awkward conversations anytime he was near someone he was attracted to. And, God help him, he was attracted to that man sitting across the room holding the attention of sixty some six year-olds.
As if the fact that he had the tall, dark and handsome thing going for him wasn't enough, he had removed his jacket before sitting down and revealed layers of muscles easily seen through the white button down shirt that was stretched across broad shoulder's and a sculpted chest. And that accent, fuck that accent alone made John's dick twitch in instant arousal. Not a comfortable feeling when he was in the school's library surrounded by students. John hadn't been able to do anything other than blush furiously and do what he could to remind himself that he wasn't the type of man John could ever want to be with.
As hot as the relative stranger may be, he wasn't the kind of man John would find himself going after in the club. John bit his lip and dropped his head in an effort to hide the smile that graced his features with that thought. No, in the club, would find himself thrusting into some little blond twink that, at some point in the night, had groaned with pleasure every time John's whip descended on his bare back.
Of course, no one knew this about him, not even Evan. Letting his friend know he was gay was one thing, but telling him that he liked whips, chains and handcuffs? Not going to happen. Even if John had wanted to let anyone in on that aspect of his life he couldn't, no one would ever trust him to teach their children again, and John loved his job way to much for that to happen. So, he not only kept himself in the closet the majority of the time, but he went so far as to put a padlock on his kinky closet as well, only stepping out to play on his infrequent trips up to Atlanta for a weekend. No one knew him there, he was known only as Master Jay at Falcon's, his favorite leather club in the city, and that was just the way he wanted it.
Even as John told himself all this information again, he couldn't help but feel attracted to the Englishman reading to the students, a glimmer in his eyes as he smiled and laughed his way through the story, changing his voice with the different characters and making faces based on the happenings of those characters. He held the kids completely enraptured, and John felt his pulse speed up. Christ, there was nothing sexier in John's mind than a man who enjoyed spending time with children. Not in the creepy way of course, just in the caring, fatherly way.
John joined in on the clapping as the book was finished and Wade stood and grabbed his jacket, preparing to make his exit, his security team following close behind.
"Well, it was nice having some eye candy while it lasted." Evan said quietly as he and John prepared to assemble their respective students. John glanced sideways at his friend, an amused expression covering his face. Evan just grinned right back, refusing to show even a modicum of shame at his unprofessional comment. John couldn't help but chuckle at that.
Eventually, after gaining a bit of control over the rowdy group of children, John and Evan, along with the other teachers, led them out to the loading area to the waiting school buses.
After ensuring that all the children were safely on their way home, John and Evan reentered the building prepared to pack up their things to start the weekend. It was John's favorite time of the week. It was finally Friday, he could finally just be John, no more Mr. Cena and he was headed to Atlanta to enjoy that fact. They had almost made it back to their classrooms when John heard Evan mutter "Holy shit. I think he's coming towards us." John lifted his head to see who the smaller man was talking about. John was struck speechless when he saw the tall, dark haired British man walking towards them.
"Hello." The thickly accented voice called out to them.
"Um hi?" John replied, assuming he should since the man's dark eyes were locked on his own.
"I'm Wade."
"Yeah." John answered, mentally rolling his eyes at himself. Real smooth Cena, there's that trademark awkwardness you can't escape when you're out in the real world and not surrounded by darkness and leather.
A small smile began tugging at the edges of Wade's thin lips "And your name is?"
A flush of embarrassment climbed up John's neck and he could soon feel the heat fanning out to his cheeks.
"Oh, right sorry. John, it's John." He finally was able to mumble.
"Nice to meet you John." Wade said, equally as quiet. "I know this might seem like I'm rushing you, but I don't have a lot of time. I was just wondering if I could get your number, maybe call you later tonight?"
"Really? Yeah, that would be good." John said, his demeanor and voice instantly brightening.
"Great, here just type your number in." John took the phone in trembling hands, priding himself on not dropping it, and managed to select the correct numbers on the first try. Thank God.
"Here you go, I hope I hear from you later." He said passing the device back to it's owner.
"I'm sure you will." Wade told him with a genuine smile before turning and briskly walking away, his entourage flanking him on both sides.
Still slightly stunned at this turn of events, John turned to face Evan. "Did he actually just ask for my number?"
"Yes, and not only that, but he didn't take off running in the opposite direction when your shyness came to the surface and turned you into an idiot." Evan told him with a cheesy grin.
"Shut up." John bit his lip and voiced his concern to his friend, "Do you think he'll actually call?"
"Well he should considering he went to all that trouble to get your number." Even though John knew there was a chance it wouldn't happen, he couldn't help but hope he would hear that deep voice once more.
When Wade slid into the waiting limousine, he was thoroughly annoyed with himself. He had done it again, went and asked out some man who was nothing like what he was looking for in a partner. It was his own fault for asking out some man he didn't even know. But something about the muscular blond man had called out to him from across the room. His hopes had been high when he had first approached, after all, John looked like the type of man Wade craved so desperately. But less than a minute into the conversation he realized how wrong he had been. The shy, stuttering man wasn't at all what he wanted, even though it was the type of man he was expected to want.
What he truly craved was a Master, a strong, dominant male that would grab hold of Wade and never let go. One that would protect him through anything. Men in his position aren't supposed to like being told what to do and following someone else's orders. He knew that, so he had always kept the fact that that was exactly what he enjoyed very well hidden. He had always been honest about being gay throughout his career, refusing to act ashamed of the fact. He was surprised at how well the general public took the information in stride. Of course there were always judgmental people in every crowd, but for the most part he was accepted once people realized that his being gay wasn't part of some secret agenda or would have any affect on his ability to properly serve in his elected office.
But, one of the first things Wade had learned on his rise to power was that he was always expected to stay in control, whether it be in his professional life or his personal one. It didn't matter if he was surrounded by his contemporaries or alone with his lover. It was just one of the bullet points on the list that dictated how Wade was to behave now that he had achieved this high of a political position. So he accepted it as it was, heaving a large sigh Wade decided that he would call John later that night to make plans for a date, living up to the expectations that controlled his life. Maybe the other man would surprise him.
A/N: Slow beginning, but it'll heat up soon enough. I should update tomorrow if nothing comes up. Hope everyone enjoys this!