Title: Same Dream, Different Sequence
Pairing: Implied John/Edge
Rating: M
Warnings: M/M, Implied Sex, Lang, The Usual.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea, John and Adam sadly belong to Vinnie Mac! Oh yeah and uhh Sadly none of this happened ... or Did it? The world may never Know, unless, you stalk them 24/7 then we may know ... okay i'm babbling ... i'll quit now ...
Feedback: Pretty Pwease with Sugar on top? :( It makes me Smile ^_^

Hands ... all over his body, loving every inch of his tired body. The same dream lover loving his body in ways he'd never thought possible, nor imaginable. He felt himself arch into the man's touch, arch against the man's hard muscular body that hovered between his thighs. He felt the man lean down and take his lips in a passionate kiss that left him breathless. Felt the man using his hands and mouth alike to please him, his body in every way possible.

He felt the "Invisible" man impale him on his hardened shaft over and over again, then right before climax his face came into the light, and he stared into the sky blue orbs belonging to one John Cena.

"Ah!" Edge screamed sitting straight up in bed. He'd been having that same fucking dream every night the very first time he'd had it. That damn John Cena! Edge glanced around in his hotel room, hoping he hadn't woken Randy up in the next bed. He saw Randy seemed to still be sleeping so Edge threw the covers off him, climbing out letting out a growl when he realized, he was as hard as a rock and the front of his briefs were soaking wet.

Edge stormed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, pulling off his briefs and turning the shower on. He climbed in and took a deep breath before wrapping his hand around his hard throbbing member and beginning to move his over it in hard rushed strokes. "Uh! God ... Yeah" Edge moaned quietly resting his forehead against the shower wall as he began stroking faster. He tried to think of Lita, but it didn't work, then he thought of his dream, of being fucked by John, and that did it, Edge exploded all over his hand, chest and the shower door.

"My God" he murmured as he stared at the mess and how much had come out at that thought. "Fuckin' Cena" Edge muttered as he began cleaning up the mess and finished his early shower.

As Edge was grabbing his things he saw Randy smirking at him, as if he knew something. "What?" Edge asked narrowing his eyes at the younger man. "Same Dream you had on the plane huh?" he asked smirking.

"What!" Edge asked gasping, his face turning a deep shade of Red. "So who is it you were dreaming of huh? Chris? Shawn, Morrison? Tell me! You know i live for this shit!" Randy Grinned as Edge glared. "No life bastard"

"Yup! now who is it? If you don't tell me, i'll tell everyone you dream of them!" Randy warned as Edge caved. "Fine! It's John!"

"Morrison?"
"No! Cena!"

Randy laughed. "I knew it! I knew it! You dumped Ames cause you had the hots for your enemy!"

Edge punched Randy in the jaw sending him off the bed. "Owww! what the hell Edge?"

"Fuck off Orton!" Edge growled grabbing his luggage and storming out.

"Hmpt! We'll see about that!" Randy muttered pulling out his cell phone dialing John' number.

~Finished ^_^