A/N: This is my very first CENTON story! ^_^ (Also my very first story here on !)
I always thought of writing a CENTON story but I became even more inspired to do one after reading "CenatonObsession"'s CENTON stories… I love her! 3 Anyway, not sure where this story is going to go but hopefully I'll get new ideas for more chapters soon... For now, here you go! My first CENTON story! Don't forget to review when you're done please! :D
Rated: M (for language, sexual themes, but no actual sex)
Characters: John Cena & Randy Orton
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or anybody obviously, I'm pretty sure they own themselves XD
Chapter 1: Unexplained Attraction
"Hey, are you okay man?" John asked, seeing Randy leaning against the wall with a dry look in his eyes...
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
"Oh I'm sorry John, how exactly am I supposed to look?" he replied with a scowl..
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Whatever..."
...
Silence filled the air between them...
...
John scratched his head..
"You know, if there' something on your mind, Randy, you can tell me. I'm your best friend.."
"You can't solve every single goddamn problem I have, Cena."
"So you admit that there's a problem then?"
Orton was silent for a moment... John raised his eyebrows.
"Don't worry about it," he said, finally. "It's not important..."
"But-"
"... to you."
Randy gave John a hard look, probably implying that he should leave...
But John ignored it.
"It's not very good to keep everything bottled up inside," he told Randy, who's jaw was tightening..
"And it's not very good to butt in other peoples' business!" Orton shouted.
"See? That's what happens when you don't let your feelings out," John said calmly, not the slightest bit frightened. "You tend to yell."
Randy stared at him, incredulously.
"'Let my feelings out?' What the fuck do I look like, John? Some cuddly teddy bear? If I don't wanna express my feelings, I'm not fucking going to!"
"Well you should."
John knew he was taking a chance pushing the Viper like this.. but he planned on showing him that yelling wasn't going to make him go away so easily...
Randy groaned and shook his head. "What's it gonna take for you to leave me the hell alone, John?"
"Just tell me what's wrong. And I'll go."
"I'm not telling you anything... All I can say is, I haven't seen Samantha and Alanna in a while and..."
"You miss them..."
"Of course I do..."
"... and?"
"What?"
"You said, 'and...'"
"I told you that's all I'm saying to you."
"Why can't you tell me the rest?"
"Because I don't fucking want to. And it's none of your fucking business..."
"Is it sex?"
"What?"
"Is it sex?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Is sex your problem?"
"Why the fuck would that be my problem?"
"You said you miss your family... but you're always away from them, your job requires you to travel... so it must be something else. So... I just assumed. Am I right?"
"You're so fucking delusional Cena..." Randy told him, crossing his arms. He stared at the floor.
"Am I now?" John asked, leaning against the wall opposite of him.
"You think you know every fucking thing don't you Cena?" Randy spat.
"Maybe I do.."
"NO. YOU DON'T actually.."
"Then tell me."
"Fuck you."
...
"Randy, why the hell are you such an asshole sometimes?"
"Why the hell are you such a nosy bitch sometimes?"
"Um, it's called 'caring.'"
"I don't need your care. I'm not a fucking baby."
"You're dodging the question..."
"What question?"
"Is sex your problem?"
"... Why would you even ask me that?"
"You're dodging again..."
"Fuck you."
"... and again..."
"Leave me alone."
"... and again."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM, JOHN? I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP OR YOUR FUCKING ADVICE OR YOUR FUCKING COMPANY! STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS FOR FUCKS SAKE!" He seethed.
John shrugged. "Fine. See you later."
Then he walked off...
Randy watched as he pushed open one of the back doors and disappeared...
He sighed...
Making John feel bad wasn't his intention... John was only trying to help out his friend... But Randy didn't like being babied into talking about his feelings... And on top of all that, John was right.
He was sexually frustrated...
.. to the point where he was willing to do anything to get a release...
But cheating on his wife with another woman was absolutely NOT an option..
So what the fuck was he supposed to do?
After grabbing his stuff, Orton walked out of the arena to his car in the parking lot and dumped everything in the back seat.
Once Randy got in the driver's seat, he took a deep breath and leaned back in the soft seat...
He started fumbling around the zipper on his jeans...
Pulling it down quickly, he reached inside and took out his throbbing member...
Moaning as he stroked it, Randy closed his eyes and tried to picture his wife in a bikini...
He smiled at the thought...
and stroked harder...
But soon she began to fade away...
Randy had to picture someone else quick...
Kelly Kelly?
... It worked for about 2 minutes...
Brie Bella?
... Ohhh... fuck yes, Randy thought...
But it didn't take long for her to fade away too...
Jessica Alba, Eva Mendes...
SOMEBODY...
That's when John Cena appeared.
His body... muscles... dimples... smile...
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Randy yelled out..
He's not supposed to think about John Cena!
Randy shook his head, trying to get Cena out of his mind.
What. The Fuck. Was That?
Then he realized he was even harder than before...
Oh Shit.
Shit shit shit shit.
Was he attracted to guys?
HELL NO.
He's never EVER looked at a guy like that.
And God knows how much he loved pussy..
So what the hell was this?
Getting turned on by John Cena?
He never got the chance to "make sure," but he was pretty confident that John was a man.
245 pounds of pure... man.
Knowing that there was no way he could make himself come on his own, Randy fixed himself and zipped his jeans back up...
Still feeling as if his pants were too tight, he started the car and drove off...
Nickelback blasted through the speakers of Randy's Mercedes, taking his mind off of what happened... temporarily...
When Randy got to his room, he sat down on the sofa and turned on the television..
He flipped through the channels to find something worth watching...
When he came across two naked women making out on a bed...
"Holy shit," Randy said out loud.
The women touched each other's breasts and vaginas while sucking on the other's tongues...
... and it was turning him on big time...
His erection strained against his jeans and he set it free...
"Ohhh... fuck yes..." Randy moaned as he stroked himself hard.
The women on the screen were finger-fucking each other at the same time...
Randy felt something start to build up at the base of his cock...
He swallowed hard and let out a groan...
Thats when one of the women laid down on her back and spread her legs wide open... the other girl smiled seductively and put her head over the other's vagina...
Randy started shivering... he was about to explode when there was a knock at the door...
FUCK! Randy thought to himself, letting go of his cock...
He zipped his jeans back up quickly and walked over to the door.
When he opened it, John Cena stood there with his hands in his pockets...
Randy sighed. "What do you want, John?"
"Just wanted to see if you were okay. Believe it or not Orton, your yelling isn't going to make me stop caring. Like I said, you're my best friend. Not caring would defeat the purpose."
"Yeah, I know... I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm not too good with handling feelings like that... I don't usually just blurt them out."
"So I was right then?"
"Right about what?"
"That sex was the problem."
He looked to the side over my shoulder and I turned around.
Shit.
I left the Porn thing on the TV.
I lowered my head in embarrassment...
But John smiled. "Hey it's cool Randy. You're a guy. I'm a guy. We have needs. Haha."
"Yeah..."
"Well... I'm gonna go now. Glad you're alright."
"Not yet I'm not," Randy mumbled under his breath...
But John heard him.
"What?"
"What? No, it's nothin.' And hey, since you're already here why not just stay? I could find some action movie or some shit like that we can watch. I could honestly use the company."
"Okay, sure."
John walked in and Randy closed the door behind him..
"You wanna beer?"
"Yeah, sure."
Orton grabbed two bottles from the mini fridge and handed one to him.
John sat down on the couch and looked at the TV screen..
The women were moaning and groaning and screaming as they scootched together and grinded their vaginas against each other…...
"Holy shit," John said with a huge smile.
"Oh crap. Sorry," Randy said picking up the remote.
He was about to change the channel when John held his hand up.
"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA slow your role there Randy... Don't you dare change this channel. This stuff is AMAZING.."
Randy laughed and shook his head. "Whatever you say, John."
After Randy shut off the lights, they sat there in front of the television and watched two girls fucking each other...
It felt a little weird seeing all this along with Cena, but Randy soon felt relaxed (and extremely turned on...)
He noticed John shifting next to him...
Don't fucking look at him, Randy's inner voices told him...
But he instinctively glanced at John's crotch and saw a huge bulge in his shorts...
"Damn she is so fucking sexy," John said in a daze...
Seeing John like that made Randy extremely hard for some reason...
I mean, sure the women got him standing up but... over a period of time...
Seeing John's erection made him hard in 2 seconds...
Fuck.
Fuck you John Cena, Randy thought to himself.
Fuck you for being so freaking attractive...
Fuck your huge muscles…
Fuck your dimples…..
And fuck your damn body…
Trying to ignore Cena, Randy focused on the screaming women...
...
Pretty soon, his jeans felt IMPOSSIBLE to keep on...
He needed to... do certain things…
…but not with John sitting right next to him...
He could always ask him to leave...
But that'd be weird and rude...
He could go into the restroom!
No... it's too close and John would probably hear him...
Fuck.
All of a sudden, John took out his...
yeah...
and started stroking it.
Randy's heart almost leaped out of his chest.
Part of him wanted to tell Cena to fucking do that shit in his own fucking room, but the other part...
was curious...
... to see...
Even though he tried to hide it slightly with his other hand... Randy could see John's huge pulsating cock...
Damn... Randy thought.
Cena was bigger than him...
Lucky bastard...
Randy secretly watched John's expressions from the corner of his eye...
He listened close and heard a moan escape his mouth...
Wow, so Cena was such a saint when it came to everything else, but it looked like he didn't give a rat's fuck who was around him while he... touched himself...
A smile crept onto Randy's face...
Bad boy Cena...
haha...
But that mental statement just got Orton harder...
That's when John looked over at him, and Randy held his breath, turning his attention back to the television...
Fuck John don't look at me... Randy thought nervously...
This whole situation was fucking weird...
He was glad when Cena finally looked away...
By this time however, Randy was limp...
Though he couldn't say the same for John...
His cock got so hard and long, there was no way he could keep hiding it..
John himself wasn't sure what to do...
Then he told Orton, "I gotta take a leak real quick," as he stood up awkwardly and walked into the open-doored restroom.
Randy sighed heavily and looked up at the sky…..
"Thank you God," he said quietly, before picking up the remote and changing the channel…
He found an old Sylvester Stallone movie and leaned back comfortably in the sofa…
John didn't get back for a while….
Randy was hearing faint moaning sounds coming from the bathroom….
…..
When John did get back and sat back on the couch, Randy asked, "Geez, what took you so long?"
"Just had to uh… take care of some things," John replied, not looking at him.
"Hey, why'd you change the-?"
"C'mon Cena that stuff was just getting us horny…"
John looked over at him and smiled. "And what's so bad about that?"
"It's not 'bad.' I never said it was 'bad' I just meant….. you know…. I don't know, okay? Just watch the damn movie."
After the movie was over, in about 2 hours or so, John got up off the couch and stretched...
"Welp… think I best be goin' now," he said to Randy who stood to turn the lights back on. "That movie was pretty good though."
"Yeah it sure was," Randy replied, picked up their empty beer bottles and threw them in the trash.
John walked to the door and opened it. Then he turned around.
"I'll see you later, Randy."
Randy went over to him and they did that "shake hands/pull into a hug" type thing…
"See you John. Oh, by the way… Don't you ever do that shit in my hotel room again. Got it?"
Randy said it with a noticeable smile and John laughed….
"Yeah…. I got it."
Then he walked off down the hallway, back to his room...
When Randy closed the door he said to himself, "Fuck your smile John. Fuck everything about you."
Denial much? XD
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