Name: The Truth
Pairing: (Minor Justin Gabriel/Kelly Kelly)
Rating: M
Summary: The truth is...
Author's Note: I'm fairly certain there's gonna be more in this verse. I've had a lot of ideas for it, but it kind of all depends on how inspired I get, and how much time I have. Either way, enjoy. =)
Disclaimer: I don't own shit.
Warnings: Lots of lies.
Prompt: JustinxJohn. Your love is my drug.
"So, hey, I'm going to visit Natalya later on today."
And Kelly says it so casually anyone else wouldn't even catch the implication, (and no one does, but the simple fact that it's Kelly talking to Justin about Natalya has suddenly caught the attention of the entire locker room.) but Justin's head snaps up immediately.
"Can I come?" he asks, and it all tumbles out almost in one word.
Kelly just smiles, walking over to plant herself in his lap.
"Of course you can, baby." she giggles, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
He grins as he kisses her back, his hands wrapping around her lower back. He loves going with the girl to Natalya's. Even better that the whole locker room knows this fact, Justin thinks, an almost devious smile on his face as he pulls back to brush noses with the blonde. He can't lie. This is the best news he's had all day.
XxX
The entire Smackdown locker room, and some of the Raw one, think Justin Gabriel is sleeping with not only Kelly Kelly, but also Natalya Neidhart, on occasion. Since Natalya and Tyson have been having problems lately, it seems plausible to everyone. None of them feel the need to even acknowledge the rumors, so they just haven't been denied. Justin feels so guilty for lying to Heath and Wade like this, but he knows there's no way Heath could keep a secret, and Wade can't deny Heath anything, so Justin's got to make damn sure that he keeps everything under wraps.
The truth is...the truth is that these rumors couldn't possibly be further from the truth. Justin's almost shaking, a broad smile on his face as the car pulls into Natalya's enclosed driveway later on, the gate sliding closed behind them. He waits for the car to roll to a stop and walks around, opening Kelly's door for her and helping her out of the car with a kind smile. He even opens the back door and takes her coat for her like a good boyfriend does. The second his hands are free, however, there's a large pair of hands over his eyes, and he's pulled back against a broad chest. His smile threatens to take over his face, and he spins around, leaning up excitedly and taking his lover's face in his hands, kissing him fiercely. The hands move to Justin's back, holding him close as the older man kisses him back. Right as he feels his lips parted with a practiced tongue, there are catcalls from behind them.
"Oh, get a room!" Kelly calls, and Justin knows he's the only one who catches the mild hostility in her tone.
"Well lucky for us, I've got one upstairs, so uh, we'll just be on our way." Justin's lover quips with a smile, and Justin laughs as his hand is taken swiftly.
"Ha ha, very funny, John!" Natalya almost giggles, but she waves them on, and Justin feels himself being tugged up the stairs to the back bedrooms of the Neidhart house.
The bedroom door isn't even closed before John Cena has his shirt off and is dragging his teeth down Justin's chest. Justin moans, his nails digging into John's shoulders as the older hits his knees. John kisses along the high flyer's waistline, the dips of his hips. He tugs Justin's belt out of the loops, unzips his pants.
"So proud of you, baby, you won!" John whispers, and the second the words fall on Justin's lips, he grins. He's excited about winning the tag match tonight, too.
He's worried since he got traded that John would miss his matches, or worse, lose interest in him all together, but it seems that absence does make the heart grow fonder, at least in these cases. It's certainly made things much more difficult for them.
The truth is that the whole thing is a lie. The truth is that Justin Gabriel has been sleeping with John Cena for the last five months. The truth is that the whole thing with Kelly is a cover. The truth is that since John just stays at Natalya's often enough anyway, no one thinks anything of it anymore. The truth is that since John's still married, and the fucking face of the WWE, there's no possible way they can be out about it at all. The only reason that Kelly knows is because she's Justin's best friend and he'd needed to tell someone, and then rumors had started about Justin and Kelly, and Kelly had eventually said "why not?" and decided to cover for them. That way, Justin would always have someone there who had his back in the whole thing. As far as they knew, no one was the wiser.
The whole thing has been wearing on Justin, though, especially since the trade, and John's lips around his cock can only do so much to heal the pain, but the things that the older is muttering between breaths are making up for it. It's moments like these that Justin knows, for certain, that John really loves him. Kelly won't believe it, says that if John really did, he'd have already left his wife, that he would at least let the high flyer tell his friends. But Justin understands, he really does. John has worked so hard for most of his life to become the face of the company, to be the best wrestler he can possibly be. He can't risk all of that for a relationship that's only been going on for five months. Kelly's a girl, though, he thinks, and a hopeless romantic at that, and things aren't always so bright and shiny in the real world, he knows. He just can't seem to make her understand that.
She just, she doesn't get that being with John is the best thing in the entire world. Because John really does love him, and he shows him in a lot of ways, even if no one else sees it but him. He's the only one who matters, anyway, after all. He comes with a shudder, his legs shaking and falling out from under him. John catches him carefully, holding him closely.
"You're so beautiful, Angel. Has anyone else told you that lately? If they haven't, they should." John whispers, kissing his forehead tenderly as he scoots to lean against the bed, brushing Justin's hair back carefully. "God, I've missed you. I didn't think it'd be this bad, but it's so hard."
"I know, baby, I know, but I'm here." Justin whispers.
This meeting place had become their safe haven, completely private. It was the absolute perfect cover, and he's relieved they've got it. John pulls him up onto the bed, undressing himself as he goes, and Justin smiles, leaning up to kiss his lover's chest. They're so addicted to each other that neither of them can stand it, the signs of withdrawal evident on their tired bodies even as they make love. It makes Justin hurt, but also makes him relieved he's not the only one still so heavily affected by the other. As he comes again later, John's name on his lips, he realizes he can't live without the older man. He just hopes that John can't live without him either, and that one day, he won't have to sneak around like some junkie for his fix.