(Just a little short series of a few chapters based on the current feud between John and Roman.) Rose and Jade
John Cena was in his hotel room talking to his boyfriend on the phone. Randy Orton had taken a few days off the road to travel home to Missouri and visit his daughter. It was after an episode of Monday Night Raw and John was relaxing in bed wearing a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. "Yeah, Ran. You should have seen how on fire I was tonight." He bragged to his lover. "I was allowed to do a shoot...Roman stood there just looking like a fish out of water."
Randy could be heard chuckling into the phone. "Well, that's not exactly a large accomplishment, Johnny. The guy's even worse than I am on the mic."
"You've improved some." John told the younger man. "Roman thinks he can just waltz in here and take my spot because Taker passed the torch. Well, tonight he walked out with his damn fly open so I called him on it. His face got as red as Becky's hair."
Randy laughed. "Damn, Johnny. I'll have to watch the replays online. I spent the evening with Ma and Pa. I'll be back tomorrow for Smackdown though. I miss you."
"I miss you too, Babe." John's smirk of satisfaction turned into a genuine smile. "I can't wait to see you again." There was a loud pounding on John's door. He made an annoyed face. "I have to run. Love you."
"Love you too, Sunshine." Randy smiled before ending the call. John hopped out of bed and walked to see who was bothering him. "This better be good." He mumbled to himself.
Roman stood there with a stern look on his face. He was still in his tactical pants but had on a grey tank top. When the door opened, he practically pushed past the older man into the room. "Come on in." John said sarcastically. He shut the door. "What was so damn important you had to ruin my evening?" He could not stand the cocky younger man.
"Oh, I'm sure I'm not interrupting anything too important." Roman told him, looking around. "What, memorizing for another audition?"
John snorted. "Not exactly. I was having a nice phone conversation with my boyfriend. But being a virgin and all you wouldn't know about that would you?"
Raman gave a laugh. "Virgin...me...really?" He raised a brow. "What damn rock have you been under? Even you were trying to have a look at the goods out there."
"You've got to be joking." John had a sneer on his face as he sat down in a chair. "Why would I look at your little ass dick when I have a boyfriend twice your size? I wasn't looking. You just decided to give the world a free show. Real smooth by the way."
"How would you know how little I am or not if you never tried looking?" Roman replied with a smug smirk, taking a couple steps closer. "And oh, please...like you never had a zipper come loose before?"
"Not on live tv. You put zero effort in what you do then you expect people to take you seriously." John shook his head with a laugh. "What are you here for anyway?"
"I'm here to show you that I can step up...and beat you...and maybe give you a real shot at seeing...and feeling how big this dog really is." Roman told him, getting even closer. "And if you don't like it...then try it."
John gave a mocking laugh. "Are you saying you want to have sex? Are you deaf? I just old you I have someone...and I doubt you'd bend over for me anyway."
Roman laughed. "Yeah so...I heard the tales of how many you've bent over for. Plus, didn't you hear me? I said have you feel how big I am."
A little of the amusement left John's face. "I'm done playing. Get the fuck out of here. I have no desire to have sex with some punk kid who thinks he's big shit."
"I more then think it...I know it...and as I said...make me." Roman commented with a curl of his lip.
"I'm not falling for it." John stood up. "You push me to kick your ass then go crying to Company. You want me to get into trouble and taint my perfect record."
"No...and even if I did I'm sure you will be Vince's bitch one more time to keep your record squeaky clean." Roman told him. "Oh, or is it Hunter at this point?"
John's face flushed. "Shut the fuck up!" He gave Roman a shove. "Get out!"
Roman may have stumbled slightly but then laughed as he got right back in John's face. "Ooooh, did I hit a line of truth there for you, Johnny?"
"No...fuck no. I'm just sick of hearing it when I work my ass off to get where I'm at!" John snarled in outrage.
"Yeah...yeah, we all heard the stories." Roman told John, giving him a shove backward. "Yet you still seem to get favors no one else does."
"I've fucking worked my fingers to the bone for years for those favors!" John stumbled backward but caught himself. He rushed Roman, almost doing a spear. The two men ended up on the floor with a loud thud. They tumbled on the floor a few moments taking turns of who could get the upper hand until Roman ended up almost sitting on John's chest.
"Still don't think I can hang?" Roman asked, looking down.
"Get the fuck off me!" John panted. His phone could be heard going off with Randy's theme song Voices.
"Hmmm...no." Roman told John. "I should be nice and let you get that..but I don't think so." He went to reach into one of his pockets.
John tried to knock Roman off but the younger man had the leverage. "Fuck you, get off."
"Not yet." Roman told John as he shifted to pull out a red bandana He went to grab one of John's hands.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull?" John hissed. He jerked the hand away from Roman.
"Just a little fun." Roman told him as he moved to pat John's cheek before tying a knot in the bandana instead.
"Don't pat me like a fucking dog! You're the bitch." John was seeing red. He could hardly believe the Samoan man's nerve.
"We will see who will be who's bitch." Roman told him as he hit his cheek again a little harder. When John when to protest he slipped the knot in his mouth, holding it in place with one hand and wiggled his shirt off with the other and down his arm until it also covered John's mouth. He then moved so he could use it to tie it over to hold the bandana in. He heard John's phone go off again. "Well, you are a busy guy aren't you?" He went to stand and looked towards the phone. "He can wait." Roman went for one of his lower pockets.
John struggled to stand as he glared. His left hand moved up to try to remove the shirt that held the cloth in his mouth. "Whoa...none of that." Roman commented as he moved to drop back down on his knees, seeing John try to get up from under him. He pulled a coil of rope from the pocket he was searching in. He moved to wrestle John onto his belly and then try to wrestle his hands behind him. John wiggled and gave muffled curses as Roman tied his hands. Why the hell did the younger man have rope on him? Had he planned this?
"That's better." Roman went to get up again, hearing the phone a third time. "He doesn't give up does he?" He moved for the phone by the bed just in time to see a message. He went to swipe to check it.
#Guess you called it a night or are tied up with a meeting. Getting an early flight so we can spend time earlier. See you in the morning.# Roman smirked as he read the message from Randy. John glared as he watched Roman reading his phone. That punk had no right reading his messages.
Roman moved to pick John up and carried him to the bed, throwing him down on his stomach then went for his shorts. "Let's see what we are working with here." John struggled as Roman pulled down his gym shorts he had been lounging in. Surely the other man was not going to actually go through with this. Would he risk John's wrath and losing his place in the company?
"Damn, I could ask why you hide all that in cargos, but then again I could be asked the same." Roman commented as he looked over the now exposed older man. He went to remove the wide leather belt he wore. As he did his own phone went off. "What the hell?" He went to pull it out, looking.
#You done yet?# The message was from Dean. "Really, Man?" Roman went to type back. #No...he was a little...resistant. Damn, I'll let you know.#
#No shit he would be resistant. Think he would let you kick his ass?# Dean wrote back.
#If you knew that why you bugging me already? I have him restrained.# Roman told Dean then took the phone to take a photo of John's bound hands and bare ass.
#Fuck why is he naked?# Dean wrote a short time later. John actually stopped struggling as he heard the sound of a picture being taken. His heart raced in actual fear for the first time. Was Roman going to leak photos of him in a kinky nude position online? Would he sink that low? WWE did not look kindly on controversy or anything non PG.
#What you said to show him what I'm packing...that's not what you meant?# Roman replied.
#Guess I didn't think you'd take it so literal but yeah do that shit.# Dean replied.
#Fuck Man...had me second guessing a moment...remember it may become our word versus his.# Roman replied. #Now let me work before I chicken out.# He put his phone in his pocket before he moved to open his pants, pushing them down some with his black briefs. He had to get himself back in the mindset and moved so John could indeed see what he was working with.
John's eyes looked slightly afraid as he looked Roman over. He wasn't worried as much over the size of the Samoan as he was the idea that the man may choose to ruin his image by posting pictures online. He could ruin a reputation John had worked a lifetime to create. He could take a little pain, a little violation. What he couldn't stomach was the idea of losing everything he had worked for with one click of a mouse. Roman gave a smirk as the look on John's face as he moved for a back pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. "Don't worry. I won't jailhouse your ass." He moved back down to get behind John as he was already applying the lube to his cock.
John was trying to think as he tried to stay calm. Roman was honestly going to rape him. Somehow the younger man thought forcing himself on a bound man would prove he was the bigger man. He could fight it and get hurt badly, maybe even bad enough to be off work or he could just take it and not show how it affected him. Maybe then the other man would not feel he had to brag by posting the nude pic online. John stopped fighting and just waited for the larger man to get started. Roman saw John simmer down. "Yeah, that's good of you." He told John as he moved to get in position. He used a hand to part John's cheeks and the other to guide himself until the head tapped against the tightened hole. He may have given a shaky breath as his mind was at war with himself. He was too far now anyways. If he stopped now he would be seen as a chicken, coward, and a pussy. He slowly went to push in.
John closed his eyes, only making a slight sound as Roman began to stretch him. There had been many sexual partners over the years and John had played both sides but this was the first time he had ever been forced by anyone. He wondered if Roman honestly hated him so much that he felt doing this was somehow justified. Guys talked bullshit all the time but they didn't rape each other. Roman slowly continued. His heart raced as he did. There really was no turning back now. He tried not to focus on it being John in the moment. "Mmm, damn, you feel good." Roman told him as he bottomed out. He waited a moment before he started to move.
John tried not to think about it and block it out. He tried to think of it being Randy or anyone else. He refused to cry or show any emotion that would show how humiliated he felt. His body was rocked by the larger man's thrusts. Roman continued and he would shift to try to find the angle that would get a reaction from John. As if the older man getting pleasure would ease the mixed feelings going through the younger man's mind. It took Roman awhile as John was far from in the mood. At last one angle did seem to give the restrained man a little pleasure. He gave a small sound behind the gag, his cock twitching.
"Okay...that's it." Roman panted as he was almost ready to give up, but then heard the sound. He started to move faster at the same angle, knowing this was not something to drag on. John wanted to scream in rage. Why the fuck did Roman care how he felt? Why didn't he just finish and leave him alone? It seemed the awkward act had dragged on forever and it was making John feel dirty and numb. He gave a few soft sounds but even the stimulation was nowhere near enough for him to cum.
Roman saw he was getting nowhere but his body was too heated to stop. "Fuck...goddamn….Fuck." He panted the last few times. He actually pulled out before filling John, stroking his cock to cum on the blanket next to John. The whole time he cursed. He moved, pulling up his pants, still cursing himself." He reached in a pocket for a knife and cut the ropes before he moved to the door, still talking to himself under his breath as he left. John sat up slowly after he was alone. He felt in total shock in the quiet room as he pulled the cloth from his mouth. His hands shook as he stood to walk to the bathroom to shower.
Dean was waiting for Roman in his room when the Samoan returned. He gave a friendly smile. "Damn, Rome. You were gone awhile. Have fun? You show Cena his place?"
Roman seemed in shock as he moved to sit. "I'm a dead man...what the fuck did I do?" He spoke out loud. "Fuck, I'm screwed."
"Nah, you'll be fine. You got that picture. Tell him he blabs you'll post it online." Dean shrugged.
"What was I thinking?!" Roman commented again. "Losing my job is the least of my trouble...I could go to jail!"
"I'm telling you he won't tell." Dean repeated. "John's too proud to admit you got the drop on him. Maybe he'll show you some respect now and stop running his mouth."
"I hope you're right." Roman commented as he ran his hands through his hair, still feeling guilty.
"So, did you make him blow?" Dean laughed. "Fuck, wish I could have seen it."
"No...I didn't get him off." Roman mumbled. "I suck."
"Ah, who gives a fuck about him anyway. Wasn't the whole point to break him and teach him a lesson?" Dean lit up a cigarette.
"It was still too far." Roman said. "Why didn't i just rough him a bit and call it a night." He stood up. "I need to shower."
Dean shrugged. "Sure, Rome. Go ahead. I'll chill here." He had no idea that John was his best friend Randy's boyfriend. John and Randy kept their relationship low-key at work.
"You don't need to stay." Roman called over his shoulder as he headed for the bathroom. Why didn't he tell Dean to just get out? Why did he listen to Dean and his crazy ideas? He shut the door and went to start the water before he stripped from his pants and briefs. He had left the shirt with John. He shook his head, realizing it was just more evidence against him.
John cleaned and silently got ready for bed. He saw Roman's shirt and tossed it out of the way. He didn't even want to see it. He went to bed without even checking Randy's messages.
Roman came out wrapped in a towel, looking at Dean. "I think I just need some sleep, Man."
Dean stood up and nodded. "Okay, Man. Hey, stop feeling guilty. He probably enjoyed it more than he admitted. He was asking for it anyway with all those comments." He put out his smoke.
"Yeah...sure." Roman replied as he started to dry off moving for the bed knowing Dean had seen him naked more than his fair share. Dean let himself out and headed to his own room. He hoped his friend was okay. Roman went to secure the door before shutting the light and getting into his bed to try to sleep. No matter what Dean said he did feel guilty.