Title: Everybody Wants Ya
Pairing: None, really, yet.
Rating: M, for mentions of sex.
Summary: John Morrison has caught the eye of a certain someone. Too bad it's not in the way he expected.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit!
Author's Note: So basically, my laptop hard drive crashed and deleted the last nine months of my life. This includes all my fanfiction. I'd had over 200,000 words written, and it's all gone. So I'm having to start from scratch on a lot of stuff. On top of that, I have a 'verse I'm working on with a couple friends that is going to be absolutely epic when it's done, but it's got a long way to go. Basically, bear with me. Haha. Also, this is just the beginning of this particular story. Idk how much I'll get done, but there's definitely more. =)
Warnings: None.
John's tired as he makes his way to the locker room, dragging his feet a little bit. The match had taken a lot out of him, but it had been worth it. He knows he looked amazing. He's been getting so much better in the ring lately, and it definitely shows. Not that he's really been doing anything but work out. He's so bored, so lonely with Mike AND Bradshaw gone. Suddenly, a voice from behind him makes him jump.
"You looked really great out there."
John whips around at the sound of the Scottish accent, his face immediately setting into a glare. He is so not in the mood for this shit right now.
"Look, if you're looking for a good time or whatever, thanks, but no thanks. I appreciate the compliment, but I don't really want to fuck anyone right now." he says with a light sigh, almost as if he's bored.
He knows it's a dick move, but he's just sick of getting hit on. It had been bad when Bradshaw had been around, but now that everyone thinks they actually have a chance? It's gone to new extremes. He knows he flaunted it a lot when Mike was around, but his friend had been there to shield him from most of the shit. He regrets it now. Drew just laughs at him.
"That's an awfully cocky thing to say, Morrison." McIntyre says, and it makes John pause. "I was just trying to say you wrestle well. I have no interest in sleeping with you."
Drew turns to walk away, but for some reason, John feels insulted. He can't let it go.
"What? Wait, why the hell not?" John asks, following behind Drew.
"Not everyone wants to sleep with you, John." Drew replies, turning to look the older in the eyes.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." John fires back with a smirk.
Drew just laughs again.
"Whatever you say, John. I don't. Quite frankly, I have better things to do with my time than sleep with you." he says with a note of finality.
As John watches him walk away, he's shocked. He can't believe Drew had been so...blatant about turning him down. This is certainly new, he thinks. Oh well. Fuck Drew McIntyre, and his apparently shitty taste in guys! John can find ten guys who are way hotter...or sweeter...or smarter...something! Still, he can't help but think deep down that he would really like to change Drew's mind.