I don't know exactly where I'm going with this, but after listening to a really good song, the idea just popped into my head, so I'm going to give it a try to see if I can get anywhere with it. I'll do my part in writing it, but you need to do your part and review, please. I can't continue if I don't know how I'm doing. So, please, please review and tell me how I'm doing and if I should stop/continue with this story. I appreciate it, lovelies. ^_^
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~ Chapter 1 – The Things You Find In A Bar ~
As John Cena grabbed his beer and nodded his head in thanks to the bartender, he wished without a doubt that he decided against coming. To be honest, he did make the decision not to come, but since it was Adam Copeland's last night on Raw, he was talked into it. He didn't mind that part too much. Adam was a good friend of his and knowing that he was wanted and needed to be there by the man was an honour. Nonetheless, it still didn't make his feelings towards being around wild, crazy, insane Superstars and Divas any better. He ignored the calls from the Bella Twins as they leaned over the table, their eyes fuzzy and watery, a clear indicator that they were well on their way to waking up from a majour hangover in the morning.
The night was wearing on and as the minutes and shots ticked away, the more wild and rambunctious the Superstars and Divas got. It wasn't long before they were pairing off, sneaking into the bathrooms or – in Heath's case – crawling under the table to give their companions a good time. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves . . . all except one maybe. John, with his drink in hand, was sitting at a table in the far corner with three of his bestest friends in the whole WWE – Adam Copeland, Chris Jericho, and Jason 'Christian' Reso. The three Canadians were supplying the talk while John stared out at space, his thoughts in an entirely different world. John was so in his own world, he didn't even notice that Adam, Chris, and Jason had stopped talking and were now staring at him . . . that was until Adam put a hand on John's forearm, which was resting on the table, making the larger man jump, snapping back into reality. He blinked several times before looking at the three Canadians in front of him.
"Sorry, what's up?"
"What's up with you is the question." Chris replied, leaning forward in his seat, his crystal blue eyes searching John's sapphire ones. "You're really quiet, man."
"And do not say it's because I'm done, because that is not the case. You wouldn't be moping around like you are now." Adam spoke up before John could even open his mouth. His eyes were soft and kind as he stared at John.
Frowning, John sighed and leaned forward in his chair and looked at his three good friends. There were many traits about the men that astounded John. Adam was perfect to talk to. He was the type of person who could listen to you talk for hours and not once interrupt or judge. He gave advice when needed, but not unless it was wanted. Adam had the amazing ability to just tell if it was the time for reasoning. Jason, on the other hand, wasn't afraid to tell it how it was. The time might not be right, but no matter what, he let it out and laid it all on the table. Of course, at the time, John would totally hate Jason for it, but when he finally calmed down and thoughts things through, he was grateful. Chris was not at all like Adam and Jason. If it came right down to it, Chris would kick ass and get bailed out of jail for his friends. He was super protective and ready to defend them. John couldn't ask for better friends. They were all just great.
"John . . ." Adam gently prompted when John didn't say anything. His eyes were full of concern and worry, which made John smile sadly.
"A part of it has to do with you leaving, but the other part . . ." John sighed and shook his head. In an attempt to buy some more time, John picked up his glass of beer and took a few gulps, trying to collect his thoughts and figure out what to say. "I don't know guys. I just . . . I've been doing this for a long time. It's been the best thing for me and I wouldn't give it up for the world. I've traveled all around the world, I've met millions of people, and I've earned the respect of the Legends in this company. It's a dream come true, but . . . I don't know . . . I feel like I'm . . . missing something . . ."
"Missing something as in . . . a companion?" Jason shrugged, trying to name off some things that might be the cause for John's unhappiness. "Title runs? More titles?"
John shook his head and sighed once more. He couldn't believe that he was actually complaining about himself when the focus should be on Adam who was no longer apart of the WWE. It was unfair of him to lay down his issues like that, especially when times like these – getting to spend time with all three of his friends on a regular basis – would soon become rare.
"I'm in a rut, boys. Let's not worry about it anymore." John finally said. Before the others could say anything, John continued, completely changing the subject. "What's the first thing you're going to do when you get back to New York, Ad?"
Adam smiled softly and nodded his head, immediately realizing what John was doing. He knew not to push, though. If John wanted to tell him something then he would whenever he was ready. Adam was a patient person. He could wait. "I'm going to sleep and spend so much time with my family and dogs."
"Do not speak about the s word to us right now, Adam. We are so jealous of you right now." Jason playfully pouted.
"Oh, are you referring to the amount of sleeping I will be doing in my huge king size bed with my many fluffy pillows?"
"Explain to me why I'm your best friend again?"
John and Chris looked at each other and started laughing at the same time. Back and forth bickering between Jason and Adam were always like that. The two had been best friends for many years. With that came familiarity. Even though John and Chris were excellent friends, both knew that they couldn't fill the space of Jason or Adam. And they were perfectly fine with that, too. The four of them had a great history together. Just because Adam was leaving, just because they wouldn't be able to spend as much time together as they did now, it didn't mean that their friendship would dwindle. The four of them would make sure that they'd visit and call as much as they possibly could.
"Okay, while you two go at it, I'm going to go to the bathroom." John said the easy smile back on his face. "Chris, make sure they don't kill each other."
"You got it, Cena. Hurry back. I don't know how long I can control the two."
With a laugh and nod, John turned around and made his way over to the restrooms, dodging drunken Superstars and doing all he could to stay away from frisky Divas who didn't know how to keep their hands to themselves. He sighed in relief when he finally got to the bathroom. It was safe and empty, much to his satisfaction. He had a few moments of silence, where he didn't have to put up a front or worry about getting jumped by horny people. There would be no distractions.
Or so he thought.
After washing his face in the sink, John turned around and made his way over to one of the toilets, completely at peace with the somewhat quiet restroom. He could hear the laughter coming from the Superstars, Divas, and other patrons who decided to grace the bar that Monday night. John could hear the loud music pulsing through the entire bar, making the walls vibrate. The mirrors on the wall shook from the force. None of that mattered at the moment, though. For the time being, John was alone and able to get his thoughts in as much order as possible.
Jason had said companionship while he was trying to figure out what was wrong with him and, as much as he would like to deny it . . . he couldn't. There was something about that word, something about that notion that just hit home. It was crazy to even consider it, though. All the Divas and Superstars were gone over three hundred days of the year. Starting relationships and expecting them to go somewhere . . . it was just futile. They never lasted. There was just too much that came from being a part of the WWE. Traveling, moving from place to place, hotel to hotel, it all got frustrating and old fast. There was just too much business and responsibility, especially for John, who was one of the biggest Superstars in the company. He probably moved around a hell of a lot more than anyone else. He was okay with it, though. What he said earlier to Adam, Chris, and Jason was the truth – he loved what he was doing and wouldn't trade it for the world . . . so why did he feel like he'd been punched in the gut?
Before John could ponder the feeling more closely, the door to the bathroom swung open and two men – arms wrapped and tangled around each other – stumbled in, their lips and tongues in a heated battle for dominance. It was about that time when John realized that he was standing in the middle of the bathroom. He was so caught up in his scattered thoughts, he didn't even remember stopping. Putting his head down, John slowly walked over to the side, getting close to the door so he could get out quickly before anything more could happen between the two men. Of course, that would be too easy. The two men fumbled around, trying to keep from falling over, and managed to get a hold of the door, swinging it shut, trapping John in the bathroom with them.
One of the men slammed the other against the door, grabbing his wrists, and pinning the man to the door. They hadn't noticed John, which was good for him. Turning around, John quickly made his way over to the last stall, hoping to lock himself in and wait until they were finished so he could leave and rejoin his friends. But again, it was too simple. John grabbed the door and started pulling it closed, but jerked his hand back after the door suddenly squeaked loudly. To John, it was loud, but to the two men, it went unnoticed. He needed to get in a new stall, that much was clear, but as he peered out, his chances vanished completely. The two were moving closer. Panicking, John quickly moved back, getting deeper inside the stall, not wanting to risk getting caught. From where he was standing, John could hear the pants and kisses; he could practically smell the sex that was in the air. As much as he hoped it wasn't true, deep down, John knew that he wasn't going to be coming out of that bathroom anytime soon, especially with the way the two men were going. He leaned against the stalls wall and sighed quietly, feeling the blush form on his cheeks. Usually he wasn't one to get embarrassed easily, but this . . . getting locked in a bathroom alone with two men who intended on fucking each other through the wall . . .
Well, John thought as he slowly pushed himself off the wall and made his way over to the stall door, if he was going to be stuck in there then he was at least going to watch. He deserved that much. Taking quiet steps, John edged closer to the door, his heart racing with each inch. He was going too slowly, though. The two men suddenly found themselves in front of the stall John was in. Like before, they hadn't noticed John. They were too wrapped up in themselves to notice anything in the bathroom. John had suppressed a gasp when the identity of one of the men was discovered. The red and silver lettering of Corre glared John down. John knew right away who the Corre member was – Wade Barrett. Moving closer to the wall, John poked his head out, watching as the Englishman grinded and groped the pinned man, getting moans and groans in response.
"Fuck, Orton, your skin is so hot . . ." Wade said against Orton's neck. The grip he had on him seemed to increase in his desperate need to get more of the warmth.
"Uh-huh . . ." That was the only response that seemed to come from the Viper. His eyes were closed and his face was contorted in complete pleasure.
As the identity of the second man was revealed, it took all John had to not make a sound. Randy Orton? Randy Orton? Wade Barrett has the Viper pinned against the wall, moaning in pleasure, completely at his mercy? That was so hard to believe, even if it was happening right in front of him. Regardless, the sight in front of him was nearly impossible to turn from. The second their identities were revealed, it was like the scene before him shifted into something else completely. This wasn't just two people screwing in the bathroom. This was the one of the Corre's members – Wade Barrett – and the WWE's Apex Predator – Randy Orton.
The scene was fast and getting hotter by the second. Since Randy wasn't able to get his hands on Wade, he resorted to thrusting his lower half against Wade's, their clothed dicks pressing and sliding against each other's, thus sending a string of moans and curses to escape from the larger man's mouth. He leaned down and started to bite and nip at Randy's neck, loving how easy it was to make the man shiver. After each bite he gave to Randy, Wade licked and sucked, making up for the pain with some pleasure. The Viper looked halfway gone already. His eyes were closed, his mouth parted open, revealing how much he was enjoying himself. Wade was doing a good job at keeping his attention. While they continued to thrust and grind against each other, John couldn't help but feel his heart accelerate. He wanted in on the action, and that surprised him. Neither man had ever caught his attention like they were right now. It was all happening so fast; John didn't even understand his own thoughts. He decided to just worry about it later. There were more pressing things to worry about at the moment . . . and that was Randy switching the positions he and Wade were in.
Wade grunted in pain when Randy slammed Wade against the wall. He smirked as he allowed Randy to wrap his thin fingers around his wrists, pressing them against the wall above his head. He enjoyed being in control, but for the time being, he would allow Randy to have his fun before he took that tight ass. It was a turn on, feeling Randy's hot body pressing against his own, his equally hot mouth attached to his neck, his tongue sliding from the base of his neck all the way to his earlobe. By the time Randy was finished with his assault on Wade's neck, it was shining. Randy let go of Wade's wrists and brought his hands down to Wade's chest while his hands working their way all over his torso, loving the feel of the hard muscles beneath his fingertips. Wade seemed to like it, too, because he placed his hands on Randy's hips and pulled him closer, making sure to press the huge bulge in his pants against his companion's. The tantalizing sway of their hips had John getting hot and bothered. Much to his surprise, he could feel his jeans getting tighter. His eyes rolled shut when he heard the sound of Randy's slutty moan fill the restroom the three were in, the music lost to all of them now. The only thing on any of their minds was the sex in the air. Or that's how it was for Randy and Wade. John was a different – and complicated – story. He didn't know what was going on, but the more he watched and listened, the more he enjoyed it. If his feelings weren't enough then the growing tent in his pants should be.
Once again, the tables were soon turned. Wade's grip on Randy's hips tightened as he spun the Viper around, pushing him against one of the sinks. He started to bite the back of Randy's neck while his hands slowly wound themselves around Randy's waist, his skilled fingers working the button and zipper of the Viper's pants. In a flash, they were down with Wade on his knees behind Randy, his eyes level with Randy's ass, completely full of lust. He licked his lips and leaned forward, his hands separating the cheeks, his tongue slowly running up the crack. John took a slow, deep breath as he put his hands on the wall, trying to keep from losing his balance. Randy's perfect ass, Wade's tongue and hands . . . he had to suppress another moan when Wade's tongue shot back out of his mouth, probing into Randy's entrance. The moan and whimper that came out of the Viper's mouth went straight down to John's dick. There was something about those sounds coming from him that sounded slutty and seductive all at the same time. Randy certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, though. His hands were on either side of the sink, his knuckles completely white due to the force he was ensuing. His back was hunched, his head down, eyes closed. He looked perfect, in another world. John placed his hand on the growing tent in his pants and bit his bottom lip.
Pulling his tongue out of Randy's entrance, Wade placed his hands on Randy's hips and stood up. He made quick work of his own pants, unbuttoning and unzipping, jerking them down to his ankles and pressing his already rock hard cock against Randy's entrance. Wade didn't give Randy any warning. With one quick thrust, Wade slammed himself straight into Randy's entrance, eliciting a scream of pained pleasure from the man against the sink. After giving a few small thrusts, when Wade felt that Randy was ready enough, he pulled out completely, the head of his cock playing around the entrance before slamming right back in. His angle changed periodically, in desperate search for that one area that would not only fill his need, but Randy's, as well. Randy opened his eyes and chuckled in complete pleasure. He had an easy, lazy smile gracing his lips as he looked into the mirror, his eyes locking on Wade concentrated face.
John's breathe was coming out in quiet pants. The scene before him was just too much to handle. Before he even knew what or how it happened, John realized that his pants were undone and down to his knees. His hand was in his boxers, his thick fingers wrapped around his growing cock, stroking himself in time with Wade's thrusts into Randy. He had to be quiet, John knew that, but it was just so hard. Every look, every sound, every moment was driving John closer and closer to the edge. Biting down on his bottom lip, John took another step closer, trying to get the best view as possible without getting caught.
Only he did.
The second John moved the piercing blue gaze of the Viper – whose eyes were locked on Wade – shifted to John.
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