A/N: I know... I know... another new story. This idea was given to me by WADEsJOHNsRANDYs Darkness and we've been discussing it since before Raw1000th so I thought it was about time I put some time to it.

It's going to be about 7 chapters long so it's just a mini saga; and the chapters won't necessarily be huge but I didn't think a oneshot was suitable for the plot idea.

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. Oh and Slim to None will be continued over the weekend as well.

"Damn it," John swore as he reached the exit to the arena. As he looked out over the car park he could already see the twins stood outside his tour bus.

He tried to get his stuff together quickly after his match, even forgoing a shower just so he could get out of here and onto the next city with the bodyguards. Jimmy and Jey were good people when it came down to it, but they'd been brought up to respect family and property. Sadly for John, these days, he fell into both categories.

"Boo."

John jumped out of his skin as a tattooed arm landed on his shoulders.

"Whoa, sorry, didn't think you'd actually be scared," Punk said laughing at John's reaction. "Why so jumpy?"

"It's nothing," John said trying to brush it off. "Actually, are you heading straight to the next city?"

"Yeah, me and Kofi, why?"

"Can I grab a ride? Apparently there's a problem with the bus and I have an early start. I need to get some rest tonight," John said, hoping to god he appeared more relaxed than he actually was.

"Sure, do Jimmy an-" Punk started to say as he noticed the young lads standing by the bus.

"No," John said cutting him off. "They're staying with the bus."

"Okay," Punk said with a raised eyebrow. "I think Kofi's already out there."

The pair made their way to the bus and John kept his head down not wishing to look up and see the Uso's making their way over to him. If he did, John knew he would feel too guilty and would stop to talk to them. And his cousins, at least via marriage, were very convincing when they needed to be.

Once they hit the bus, Phil and Kofi went straight to bed and John was left to his own company. Something he hadn't had for the last couple of months, since his close friends were out of action.

Randy, of course, everyone knew they came up together, and Wade. Both John and Randy had developed a keen friendship with the British man as soon as they got the chance to work with him they did.

Both were best men at his wedding and have been there for him ever since, including when his marriage started deteriorating. For hours Randy and Wade would let him vent his pain. He felt like his relationship, although kept quiet to the world outside of the WWE, was a status symbol. A way for his husband to tell everyone, 'I'm still here… don't forget me.'

He couldn't pin point when things started changing between the three of them. But one night, after god knows how much alcohol consumption, the three of them ended up in bed together. Not one of them can remember the whole night but between the three of them they pieced it together. Two things they knew for sure, all three could give good head, and John was the bottom of their three-way.

From that moment on, the three of them were in a relationship. Sure, some would say he was having an affair. But if you were treated as nothing more than an object then John couldn't see anything wrong in finding love. And that's what he had found in Randy and Wade. It may be unconventional to some but it worked for them, and it worked well.

The three and a half hour journey from Springfield to St Louis, where at least one of his lovers was, thankfully wasn't horrendous. As much as he would have liked some company during the ride, it was nice to be left alone to think. The following day loomed, Raw 1000th. The biggest night in WWE since WrestleMania earlier in the year, and yet again his husband was going to be in attendance.

He never told Randy or Wade, but during the previous year, his dear old hubby and he were actually getting on more; at least when he was around to do his promos. When he stepped back into the ring, Dwayne became the man of old, insulting comments, interrupting people when they spoke. For John though, the fun stopped when Dwayne and he tagged at Survivor Series. Things started turning personal.

Not one to miss out on an opportunity, John soon turned the tables and using his own quick thinking and natural wit, he poked holes at everything Dwayne did. And thankfully for John, Dwayne was too dumb to realise he was being completely open about their relationship. He was never really sure what Dwayne would have done if he had realised. He'd never been abusive in the past but with the way things were, he wouldn't put it passed him.

It was nearing two o'clock in the morning and John knew they must be near St Louis by this point. He made his way down to see the driver and took a seat on the step between the driver and the rest of the bus.

"How's it going?" John asked.

"We're almost there, Mr Cena," the driver said.

"Don't 'Mr Cena' me, it's John," he said keeping things light. "And as good as it is to know, I was actually just wondering how you're getting on."

The driver looked over at him for a second, in shock of the question.

"What?" John asked. "You're new to the tour. Thought I'd find out if you're enjoying so far."

"I'm driving a bus, John," the driver said. "It ain't like I'm doing your job."

"The man back there with his boy toy, wouldn't get to where he needs to be without you," John said with a shrug. "Way I see it, the on-air talent is nothing compared to everybody else. And I'm being rude; I didn't ask your name?"

"Greg," the driver said with an amused look.

"Nice to meet you Greg," John said holding his hand out to shake.

Greg reached over and shook hands briefly and as they stopped at a red light, he looked passed John to see who was about.

"He's sleeping," John said. "Both are actually. At least I hope they are. I don't want to hear round two. I'm glad I had my earphones."

"Hmmph," Greg said, tapping his fingers waiting for the light to change.

"What?"

"I've been driving this bus for nearly a month now," Greg said and John could tell he was going to let off some steam. "He still hasn't bothered to learn my name. It's always 'Dude' or 'Driver'. First time you step foot on the bus, you find ask."

"Bobbie, my driver, is leaving soon. Fancy a transfer?" John asked with a shrug of the shoulders.

"You can do that?"

"I'm John Cena; if I say to Vince I want something, I get it," John said with a smile. "I don't play the card very often though."

"I'm in," Greg said.

"There's just one thing I need to check," John said seriously. "Sometimes… well… let's just say discretion is a huge part of the role."

"John, I used to drive a bus for a rock star."

"Nuff said," John said smiling.

"Are you staying at the same hotel as what his face?"

"Actually, I'm staying with my best mate. He lives here in St Louis," John explained. "Well, High Ridge, but it's on the outskirts of St Louis."

The driver slowed down and looked over at John with an amused look.

"You mean the High Ridge that I'm currently driving through?" he asked. "What's the address?"

John told him the street name of Randy's house and advised him he'd be able to tell which house because it was the one with the lights still on. He knew Randy would be waiting up for him.

Within five minutes, the driver was pulling up to Randy's house and John gathered his stuff and hopped off the bus promising to speak to Vince about transferring Greg to his bus. He made his way to the front step and routed around for the hide-a-key which he left amongst the pot of small ferns sat to the right of Randy's door.

When he entered he heard a scuffling noise coming from Randy's entertainment room just off the hallway. He made his way along and realised not only was Randy here, but Wade had also made it as promised.

"Will you get your elbow out my face," a British accent grizzled.

"We're fighting, Wade, no way in hell I'm letting you win," Randy argued back.

John rolled his eyes as his men were arguing… again. Since Wade's injury, the bickering between the two men had become worse than ever. John knew that Randy, at first, was pressing Wade's buttons knowing the younger man wasn't going to be able to fight back, at least not physically. But when he could, they both upped the ante and now, whenever they were in the same house, they were bickering.

John stood in the doorway and watched the action. He started smiling as they continued rolling around the floor fighting; completely oblivious to the fact John had entered the house, let alone the room.

Looking at the state of the room, John knew they'd originally been on the sofa, and the action had spilled onto the floor. His mind was fighting between two images. The first was what they must have looked like on the sofa, curled up watching a movie; and the second image was the two of them rolling around on the floor, only in his imagination the pair were naked.

"You think I'm letting you get at it first," Randy said with a wicked smile. "You haven't got a chance in hell."

"Ortz, I hate to tell you this, but it's mine. You don't get treats when you've been a bad boy," Wade said winking at him.

"Actually, the bad boy's usually get exactly what they want; because we have brains to work out how to get it," Randy said grabbing hold of Wade's hips and throwing him to the ground. Randy pinned him down and started grinding his hips against Wade's butt, causing the young man to moan. "See."

"Never in a million years, Orton," Wade said finding the strength to flip him off. "In fact, you could say, never in a trillion, 'cause that's how long you would have to wait to get anywhere near my ass."

"How about I make this nice and simple," John said interrupting their horseplay.

He stripped his shirt off and walked into the room, throwing the shirt onto the sofa. Since Randy was knelt above Wade, John grabbed his face and kissed him, slipping his tongue in and tempting Randy's back into his. As soon as Randy tried to take over, he pulled away and held his hand out to Wade, pulling him up so he was on his knees as well and then he repeated the kiss he shared with Randy.

He stepped back with a smirk and headed back to the doorway, stopping to look over his shoulder at the men.

"If you want some… come get some," he said before leaving the room.

"I'm getting his ass first," Randy said pushing up and going for the door.

"Not a chance, Orton; he's mine tonight," Wade said grabbing onto Randy's waist to stop him. As Randy tried to get away, they both ended toppling over and they once again back on the floor, duking it out. They never landed any punches, simply rolled around trying to pin one another. The rules were simple, whoever managed to pin the other's shoulders to the mat for a three count, won; sound familiar? Only problem for the pair, nobody ever managed to pin the other.

"You do know how hard it was for me to get here tonight, right?" John said resting against the wall, once again interrupting their messing around. "So, how about I make this even simpler; The two of you are going to go upstairs and get naked. I'm then going to come upstairs and fuck YOUR asses; you know, for a nice change."

"Okay, Rock, Paper, Scissors? He ain't getting near either of our asses," Randy said. "Whoever wins gets his ass first."

"Agreed; and when I win, I'll make sure you have a nice seat so you can watch me fuck him," Wade sneered while chuckling at the same time.

As they started their game, John threw his hands up in the air, exasperated from their bickering, and made his way back up to the bedroom.

He loved both men, more than he thought was possible, but with his anxiety over the following day already taking its toll, he didn't need their bickering. In fact the only thing he did want was to have the love he felt returned to him. So far, all they cared about was who got to fuck him first. It wasn't exactly what he considered romantic.

It must have been nearly ten minutes before John heard footsteps on the stairs. He was sat up against the headboard and cursing the two men. He wasn't even sure he was in the mood for sex anymore with the way they were acting. He'd been hoping with his comment it would inspire them both to come upstairs. He would've even put up with them bickering and continuing the horseplay as long as he was in the middle of it. Instead, what did they do, play a stupid child's game.

"Next time they want sex, I'm going to grab the magic eight ball and see what they think," he grumbled to himself.

Against his better judgment, John's heart rate started increasing as the footsteps got nearer to the room. At this stage he didn't care which of them it was, he just wanted some companionship. He looked over with a scowl, determined to stay strong and not give in as easily as his cock was.

"He's getting us something to eat."

A/N: Okay, so I know there wasn't any goodies in this chapter but next chapter I promise they'll be some.