Title: My Ways Of Loving You

Theme/Prompt: Mystery

Warnings: Slash, Male/Male, long conversations, Flirty!Cena, Embarrassed!Sheamus, horrible imagery at the end cause I'm bad like that. :P

Pairings: John Cena/Sheamus (Cenamus)

Genre: Humor/Romance

Rating: PG-13 due to John being...Well, John. :P

Summary: There is a mystery that is stumping the whole company, and Sheamus along with John Cena are trying to figure it out together to solve the mystery once and for all, if they can only stop bothering each other first...

Author: Hellsing_Girl23/YamixYuugiLover

Author's Note: Whelp, due to me being a lazy ass and letting procrastination ruling over me once again, I have decided to just write Cenamus one-shots out to help get me back in the writing spirit for 'Love Bites!' =w= These one-shots will be random and will more than likely be AU at times. And I hope everyone enjoys this! :D Mucho love to you all!

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…For the life of them, both men were trying to solve this mystery that was still unsolvable to the whole locker room itself, hell most of the company was still pondering to this day on the how and why of the literally biggest mystery on hand.

Sheamus and John were idly sitting at a table eating ice cream in the break room with each other, sometimes daring to feed the other a spoonful from their respectful ice cream cups as the both of them looked over at the mystery walking around before scooting close to each other to start a low talk between them so no one else but the both of them could hear what the other was saying. Sheamus started off with playful poke to Cena's side as he munched down another scoop of ice cream before speaking in a low tone to him.

"So fella, what do ya say about someone helpin' him into that get up? Ah think that would be tha only way he could have it on in tha first place."

John rose an eyebrow at that as he playfully tapped Sheamus on the nose. "We've saw it our self, Shea. No one went with him when he went into the changing room, and he came out with it on. So the question is: How the hell did he slip it on?"

"Maybe he planned in advance an' tried it out at home or waitin' ta catch his flight? Ya know how people have these weird fetishes, yes?"

"But I heard that he found it in the dressing room and took it from there that night. So I highly doubt that."

"Oi! He really is comfortable in his own skin then, eh? …Ah got ta admit that tha lower piece looks…Very painful ta walk around in."

"You know, I wore a string thong before, and it did take some time to get used to, but once you get used to them, you barely notice them!"

"Fella. Three words. Too Much Info."

"…Admit it, Shea! You'd wear one too if you were interested in showing off your manly parts."

"Actually, if ah wanted ta show me stick an' stones along with me pale arse ta everyone then ah would run around naked. Everywhere."

"I'd pay to see that happen. All day long."

"…."

"…."

"Let's get back on tha subject, yes?"

"Before we do, I like to be out in the left field and tell you that the blush you have on your face makes you look like an adorable ginger snap."

"Oi! Quit pickin' on me, yeah? An' look! He's back in tha room! …Still find it hard ta believe he got that on by himself, much less even fit on him."

"Wasn't picking on you though…I agree. How in ten hells did he manage it? It doesn't even look right on him. In fact I don't think any guy would look good in that."

"Agreed."

"…Except maybe you. Bet you can pull it off easily if you gave it a shot."

"John! This is no time ta be jokin' around with me, fella! We have ta figure this out! Wait. Hold on a second. Is this your way of hittin' on me?"

"…Maybe he does a handstand to get it on. But then again that would only be possible if he was flexible enough, in which there are only a very few guys on the roster that are flexible at all."

"John." Poke. "John." Poke. "Fella." Poke. "Cena." Poke. "Oi! Answer me?"

"Then again, maybe he has a few friends who are talented in that area of getting such clothing on. Think he might have learned from them?"

"Your avoiding me question, John. …Is that a blush I see on your face? Why are ya blushin' for?"

"Sheamus. Focus on the subject at hand, would you? Or do you like observing me?"

"…Okay. Fine. Let's just drop tha subject an' figure this mystery out already."

"Oh ho! Now look who is blushing again! You seriously need to blush more often. Are all pale Irish gingers this…adorably attractive?"

"Cena, I swear if we don't get back on topic I'll have to dump ya fer a new partner in crime… Oi! I-is that what I think it is?! John, groping is not safe for work!"

"Oh, but then most of the roster wouldn't dare try to dread upon this mystery like we are, Stephen. And I think this is actually turning out to be the most productive day we've had about this subject all week long. Relax, it's under the table. No harm in that!"

"…I'm fixin' ta smack that smug look off your face, Johnny C. Not even goin' ta try ta get an explanation from you of why your hand is…stroking me thigh like that. You have only a second to wipe that damn smirk off your face, Cena."

"You know I find it endearing that you are trying to hide that red face of yours by trying to act like you don't like what I'm doing right now by giving me halfhearted insults. How about we drop the mystery just for now and say you and me…Go 'Grope and Poke' as they say back in my bus?"

"But…I want to know now on how he got it one though…Ahh! Okay okay! …Just don't squeeze me like that again or else you'll be tha one carryin' me around. 'Grope and Poke'? Is that some kind of game?"

"Long as that blush stays permanent on your face, then I'll try to stop touching you. Least I can tell everyone that I have began my conquest to tame and conquer the Great White as my own. Let's go now!"

"What? John, let me tell you how terrible you are in asking a person out. That, and conquering me? Bit kinky aren't ya? But ya haven't even answered me question yet!" Stephen was still blushing, putting his arms over his chest childishly as he mock glared at the amused Cenation leader next to him.

"But it worked, didn't it? Don't worry, you'll see what I mean by conquering you in the days to come. Alright. I'll say it in simpler words for you: Let's go so I can make your bed rock. Or mine with you on it. Either way, it'll take us to the next mystery at hand: How many times can I make you scream my name out tonight?" John grinned like crazy at the blush appearing on Sheamus' face as he reached out for his wrist and gripped it, making the Irish man get up from his spot at the table as they left they now empty ice cream cups on the table as they finally made their way out of the break room and straight out of the arena.

As the duo got comfy in Cena's tour bus and started a their first night of passion together, the man who was the one that had the mystery surrounding him was standing in the locker room, sneakily grinning as he put on the clothes that had everyone stumped in the company.

After all, he felt like it was a good thing no one knew how he got into the skimpy Warrior Princess costume, complete with a corset and trunks that fit him like a thong to hide underneath the mini skirt. That would always be one deep dark secret to Tensai after all.

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AN: For those of you wanting to know what the costume looks like, just google 'Zena: Warrior Princess' and bam! You now have the image that I now have stuck in my head. -Is shot- Oh, if anyone has a word or phrase they would like to see written out, then just put it in your review or message me! :D I'm open to all suggestions! Thanks for reading this! And truly do hope you'll review and tell me if you like it or not!