"Are you sure there's nothing you can do?" Ted Dibiase Jr asked in an exasperated voice.
"I'm sorry sir, but, your reservation doesn't seem to be showing, and we have no other rooms for the night. In fact, I doubt you'll find a room in the whole city, the latest convention has everyone booked up," the overly cheery receptionist answered. Ted was in another random city, at another random show, and was just trying to get to his room. After the show had ended he been forced to stay late due to the onslaught of screaming fans begging for an autograph. Then, halfway to the hotel he was supposed to have a reservation at, his rental had broken down. Since there was practically a monsoon coming down, he had no cell signal, and was forced to walk the rest of the way in the pouring rain. He was soaking wet, cold, tired, and frustrated.
"Well, thanks anyway." Ted snapped, and stomped over to the garishly green couch in the lobby. Ted sighed. He just wanted a warm shower and a cozy bed. Was that really so much to ask? He ran his fingers through his rain soaked hair, leaving it sticking up in odd angles.
"Ted?" came an all too familiar voice. Ted jerked his head up. There before him stood none other than John Cena in all his jean clad glory. Ted took in the larger mans appearance. Signature orange shirt, jean shorts, white sneakers, and baseball hat firmly attached to his head. It was incredible how the man could make the simplest of outfits so appetizing. Ted had fallen victim to The Champs charms long ago.
"Hey John," Ted forced out.
"Man, you look like you've been through the ringer. What happened?" Cena asked, friendly concern evident in his voice.
"The night from hell, that's what, my rental broke down, forcing me to walk in the rain, then I get here and I have no room." Ted explained with a grimace.
"Oh man that sucks. Can I give you a ride to another hotel?" Cena offered.
"Thanks, but none of them have any vacancies, there's some kind of convention in town. Probably some group of nerds, Cody's probably out with them right now." Ted explained.
"Well, I'd be happy to let you bunk with me, I only have a single though." Cena offered nervously. He didn't know quite how the younger man would feel about his offer. John had been harboring feelings for the man ever since his debut, but didn't know if he should act on them. He was always around Orton, who was someone you did not want to piss off by infringing on his territory.
"Man, at this point I'd take anything! Thanks so much, John. Your really saving my life here." Ted exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing his bag. Ted was beyond thrilled. Not only did he get a room, but he got an amazing roommate. He didn't know what he was more excited about, the prospect of a warm, comfortable bed, or the fact that all of John's amazing body would be accompanying him in that bed.
The pair made their way up to John's room. Both nervous, but trying not to show it. John took a moment to take in Ted's appearance. The poor boy was soaked to the bone. The yellow t-shirt he wore clinging to him like a second skin, showing off the sculpted body underneath. His usually well-groomed hair stuck up in cute little spikes, lending even more to his boyish appearance. He had always had a boyish charm about him. He had a sense of innocence, the cute face, pouty lips, sparkling blue eyes. John wanted to take that innocence from him. He wanted to see that sweet face scrunched up in carnal pleasure. He wanted to make the boy experience things he had never before even dreamed of. John was getting lost in his thoughts and couldn't help but start to become aroused. He quickly shook his head and tried to clear out the porn movie currently playing in his mind.
As they made their way into the room, Ted dropped his bag by door, and immediately started riffling through it for clothes.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" He asked John.
"Naw man, you look like you need it," John answered with a chuckle. The words had barely left his mouth before Ted was already closing the Bathroom door. John heard the water start, and collapsed on the bed. He flicked the TV on, hoping for something to drown out the sound of Ted showering. He could just imagine what was going on in there. He could see the beautiful man under the spray, soapy suds running along the toned, tanned skin. Trailing down from the strong neck, along the firm chest and chiseled abs, down past the tantalizing hip bones that often peeked out of his wrestling trunks. John imagined tracing the water drops down even further, to the patch of blonde curls he knew had to be there.
The abrupt sound of the water shutting off quickly snapped John out of his lust filled haze. He glanced down.
"Great, how am I gonna hide that?" He asked himself. Little Cena was at full attention after John's little impromptu fantasy. Scrambling up from his place he quickly shucked his clothes, leaving him in his dark blue boxer briefs and placed as many blankets over him as the bed allowed.
John glanced up just in time to see Ted emerge from the Bathroom. John gulped. He looked purely delicious. Skin a rosy pink from the heat of the shower, small droplets of water still clinging to the chiseled abs, red silk boxers slung dangerously low on the slim hips. John gulped, there was no way he was going to make it through the night.
Ted took in the beautiful sight before him. John was nestled in bed, the pale, smooth skin of his upper body on full display. His head leaning back along the pillows, arm stretched out above his head. If was almost as if he was laid out for the taking, inviting Ted into his sturdy arms.
"So, um, this is kinda awkward.." John muttered, a slight blush on his cheeks. " I didn't know which side you prefer, is this ok?"
"Yea it's fine, usually I just take up the whole bed anyway, so this is fine." Ted smiled. It was just like John to be considerate. He was already being nice enough to share his room, now he wanted to make sure Ted was comfortable. Typical Super Cena.