A/N: Hey, it's me again :3 So, I'm starting a new one (Just a one shot, no series this time.) And, I think it's pretty hawt XD Then again; my ideas of hawt are different than yours, so I don't know. Haven't seen enough of this, for my taste, so I'm going to write my own and feel good about it :D (Plus, this might help me with another of my series.) The theme is high school wrestling, with Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, and John Cena as the characters. John Cena's POV is what the story is set in, and there may be an occasional flick to The Rock. No promises though :c
WARNING: Does contain Lemons, cussing, adult themes, and sweat/oil. Lots and lots of it, so you have been warned! (Is sweat and oil really that bad?) Enjoy! (Signed with love, Eloquois)
Definitely the thing I liked most was the smell of testosterone, when I walked into the gym door. It was a manly scent, something that wasn't obtainable by a woman. It was something you had to get a guy worked up, sweaty and pinned down for, to truly get the smell just right. To me, that was the "essence of life" because without it, where would we be? Smelling good? I couldn't handle that.
Anyways, walking into class I definitely felt all the eyes on me; I'm the star athlete of the team, and for good reasons, with my six foot five frame, stocky legs and god-like physique. Guys are jealous of my body, and girls only want one thing from me. And I mean, the sex is great and all, but it's nothing that special. Not saying I'm into specific things, I just like it all.
I saw there was a new guy standing next to the coach, who was pretty much built like a tank; if I went up against him in the ring, I'd be in trouble, with his sheer size alone overpowering me. But, I smirked and brushed it off, knowing that it wouldn't come to that. "Okay, men. Today we have a new exchange student. His name is Dwayne, and he was the star athlete at his school before he came here. So, I want none of you to pay any special attention to him, he's just another guy that you're here with to get an A." Coaches eyes paused on me, and he smiled. Crap. "Dwayne, I'm going to pair you up with John here, he's OUR star athlete in the class. He'll get you all caught up with techniques." Dwayne was issued to my side, and the all familiar whistle blew; Go get your uniform on, and start going.
Dwayne stuck a hand out to me. "Nice to meet ya, friend, names Dwayne." I returned the shake, and shuddered inside at the shake; Jesus, this guy was strong! I really didn't want to go up against him now. I shook out my hand and chuckled. "Well, guess we'll be partnered up for the rest of the term. Coach got you a uniform and everything, right?" Dwayne nodded, flashing a set of perfect, white teeth. Great, one more thing to compete with, I thought. Brushing off the thought, I headed into the locker room to change.
"…eight…nine…ten! Damn John, that's the sixteenth time Dwayne's pinned you this hour. Maybe he should take over that position, instead of you!" Coach said, laughing and slapping Dwayne on the shoulder. That stung, I have to admit. By the time I could catch my breath, everyone was mooning over Dwayne, and casting pointed glances at me. I mean, it felt like I was cast aside like some mangy ass. I wiped my brow and got on my hands and knees. Dwayne looked back, and ran over to me, offering a hand to me.
I growled, smacking his hand away. Panting, I tried standing up, but fell back, yelping in agony. Dwayne had an arm around me before I even knew I was falling, with him lowering me. "I think you twisted something when you were trying to throw me. Let me take a look at it." He laid a hand on my upper thigh, making me nervous, but then relaxing; his hands were rough and hot, but soothing, kind of like a Icyhot patch. When he barely grazed my ankle, I shouted in pain. "I thought so. You twisted your right ankle pretty bad, you're going to need a doctor to wrap this." He left his hand on my thigh, looking at me. "Hey man, sorry about this. I didn't expect that much effort put into this, because all the guys I used to wrestle, were wimps." I scoffed, sitting up on my arms. "Yea right, you honestly thought I would give up. You're the one who should have given up, before it even started." He let out a booming laugh, easily filled the gymnasium with his enjoyment. I ended up laughing with him, mixing a two toned laughter cocktail.
I sighed. "Well, since I'm going to be out of commission for I don't know how many fucking weeks, I want a rematch when I'm good to go. Do we have a deal?" I stuck out a hand. "Fine, but we play by my rules. And the loser gets what a loser deserves." Before I could ask, he shook my hand and finished the deal. Looks like I was tied down to this whether I liked it or not.
Turns out I was out of wrestling for eight weeks. Dwayne was so good, that he took my spot as lead athlete until I got better. We won every single meet and even the championship when it came along. So, when I finally could walk, and wrestle for that matter, I was more than anxious to get back into it. Finally, when I walked into the last day of senior year wrestling, Dwayne saw me walking with no issues, and his face lit right up. "Hey John!" I smiled back, holding up a hand in a friendly gesture. In the time that I had twisted my leg, he became my biggest support group, and my closest friend at school. Hell, he became my only friend for that matter. I didn't mind the solitude, I had Dwayne. What else would matter?
"Hey Dwayne, how are you man? Congrats again on the championship, that's a big honor!" We did a typical bro hug, me doing something I secretly did; taking in a smell. I mean, hell, it's just some stupid thing that guys do, right? But, something about his scent, his odor, just did something deep inside to me. I felt like a dog smelling another dog; getting the scent, to better know the other person. Dwayne did smell like an animal though, that was the crazy thing. He smelled like testosterone, baby oil and lemons, the last smell I craved the most.
He broke away and there was that same familiar twinkle of friendship. We both laughed about it, and I slapped him on the back. Just then, Coach blew his whistle. I was still in stitches, but Dwayne could easily go from laughing to poker face in a split moment, and that I envied him for. "Okay class, so since it's the final day of term, how about… we just have a free day? Converse, wrestle, sing, do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't vandalize or threaten the school." He winked at a few people in particular, and chuckled. "Alright, have a great summer everyone. Seniors, enjoy your summer before your job, and juniors, I'll see you next year." Coach left to his office, and we were all left with an hour and a half of nothing. About eighty percent of us were wrestling dirty, with every trick in the book, laughing about it. The rest of us were either silent or conversing. Me and Dwayne sat right in the middle of the place, making stupid jokes and nudging at each other.
Dwayne brought something up that I hadn't thought about for a while. "So hey, how fit do you feel about our rematch?" I laughed, hitting my forehead and remembering. "Oh yea, I forgot about that! Well, what did you have in mind exactly?" He smiled. "Well, I talked to the coach about if I could use the school gym after hours, and he said I could. He authorized it and everything, so we're good to go. Tonight, if your free." I laughed and nodded. "Hell yeah, man! I'm totally up for that!" I laughed, hitting him in the shoulder. "Man, what a friend I made, huh?" He smiled, with a faint twinkle in his eye. That twinkling always made butterflies appear in my stomach.
"So, should I bring anything? Or is it gonna be alright if I come unprepared?" Dwayne put a hand up, replying with "Yup, I'll have everything set up. Just bring a spare change of clothes and yourself." I smiled, and nodded, feeling excited about it. He told me to be here at eight, and knock three times on the door, so that it would be me. When I got home, I jumped in the shower, and packed a backpack with a few things; Uniform, a spare change of clothes and my lucky rock. I found it on a beach, when I stepped on it, falling backwards. After I fell backwards and picked up the rock, a massive wipeout happened where I had been. If I hadn't stepped on that rock, I'd be singing "Hallelujah" with the angels. I smiled at the thought, and set off.
When I got to the gym, I knocked three times, and soon got an answer from Dwayne. He smiled and stood aside. I noticed what he was wearing; a tank top that showed off not only his absolutely incredible tree trunk arms, but his pecs; they were huge! They could have been as large as my biceps for all I know! Along with that, Dwayne was also wearing a pair of loose gym shorts that, well, weren't exactly loose in a certain area. They also covered up his well-muscled legs, which was disappointing.
It was at that moment that I was undressing him with my mind. And that Dwayne was significantly closer to me than before. I looked up into his eyes and backed away, feeling myself shaking a bit. "Sorry man, I was just…" he shrugged. "Most people do enjoy the sight of my body, because of my age. Easily, I'm mistaken for twenty-two or twenty-three." I laughed, agreeing with him. "Yeah, no shit man; your muscles are huge! I wish I was your size…" he laughed, and crossed his arms, causing his biceps to ripple with the effort. I licked my lips, shuddering at the thought of those arms wrapped around me in a choke hold. Well, I could instantly feel the effect, so I changed the subject.
"Okay, let's get to that rematch. What did you have in mind?" He brushed past me, sending Goosebumps all down my spine when he walked by. I followed, to see he was holding a wrestling singlet, easily too small for me. "Three rounds. First round in a singlet, twenty minutes or until one of us is pinned. Second round, in our jocks, for forty-five minutes, or until one of us is pinned. And finally, the third round, where we are…" I laughed. "In the buff. An hour and a half or until one of us is pinned, I got it the first time." I smiled, putting a bit of devious quality in my eyes. He smirked, sizing me up like I was some girl. "Third round though… Baby oil to make it harder to make grabs, and less likely to get a foothold." He gestures to two buckets full of the clear liquid. "Yea, let's do it. You ready to get your butt wooped?" He laughed, handing me the too small singlet. "Well, let's just wait and see? Go get changed and meet me out there, and we'll start." I nodded and went to change. Stripping down to my jock, I put the singlet on, hating the feel of this thing already; easily, I was a large. And, he's got me on a small. Then again, he's bigger than me and he has the same size, so I smirked. I rearranged myself in the mirror, and gawked at myself; I was bulging out of this thing, and it probably wasn't a good thing that I had such a small size. Whatever, it was only twenty minutes. Or, until one of us is pinned."
I laughed and walked to the mat, and my jaw dropped; if a small on me was pushing it, imagine what it looks like on him. The pant legs on his suit were pulled all the way up to crotch length, with his manhood easily outlined in the spandex material. I'd already seen his pecs and arms, but his six pack was a work of art, with six deep ridges and cuts in the hips with a deep dip down to the crotch. The pecs and smooth chest led all the way up to a massive neck, with a face that held chiseled features, soft curves, and a personality. I smiled and continued walking over, hopefully not giving myself away too much. He looked me over again, and I simply returned the look, not letting my opponent get to me. We got in starting position, waiting for the minute to start. Finally, it clicked to the minute, and we went at it.
Dwayne was relentless, using almost every trick throw he could muster. But, I start out strong, as always, and was able to jump onto his back. I threw my weight back and got him pinned, for all of two seconds. He swung his meaty legs and wrapped them around my neck, and threw me off him. By the time I was on my hands and knees, ready to get up, he was on my back, grinding into me and trying to get me down on my stomach. But I wouldn't stop; I would keep going until I passed out.
Fifteen minutes passed by agonizingly slow. He had me multiple times, but I got him a few times as well, us both smirking when we thought we had the win. By the end of fifteen minutes, I was soaked to my core with sweat, and Dwayne was the sponge of that sweat. He licked his lips and wiped his sweaty face with sweat soaked fingers, getting the scent of him from his pits wafting up, for both of us to catch; I think it was a cheap shot, and even he knew that. The smell of lemons and his manly odor was making me lose focus. Not enough, though, for him to notice me ripping one of the straps off his singlet. After I did that, I shoved him down and pinned him for three seconds, getting me the first round victory.
I rolled over onto my back, panting and gasping for air, feeling victorious; knowing that I finally dominated this man, gave me such an enormous feeling of pride and joy. Soon I was covered by a mountain, and that was Dwayne. He held out a hand and pulled me up, my grin still plastered to my face. He put both hands on my sides. "That was pretty good man. Now…" In a second, he pulled both sides of the singlet, and ripped it in two.
"Ready for Round two?"