OK, I know I should be focusing on other things right now, but you know. I had to rediscover my love for Centon :D I own naffin'

John eased the treadmill to a jogging pace and casually took a sip from his water bottle, he enjoyed coming to the gym. It kept him fit and helped to take his mind off things, after this he would back to his tiny flat and fire up his laptop and shuffle through the mounds of paperwork he had to do, he sighed to himself as he came off the machine, wiped his face and then wiped the handles of the machine down and made towards the exit.

Randy tightened the strings of his tracksuits and sighed to himself his friend Ted was bitching again, as he got up to leave the changing rooms another man walked into the changing room and Randy stopped himself, the man had deep cerulean eyes, dimples and short cropped hair. He had on a tight black shirt which looked like they were struggling to contain the biceps underneath them "Randy? Are you even listening to me?" Randy ignored his friend and continued to stare at this man who offered him a small smile, Randy instantly held his hand out "Randy Orton,"
John took the hand "Orton? As in Orton and DiBiase Lawyers?"
Randy smirked "Yeah my father owns the company," as soon he said that people would fall at his feet offering him things
"Wow, er, John Cena. Nice to meet you,"
"I haven't seen you before?"
"oh, I usually come first thing, but had a lot of shit to deal with you know," Well Randy did not know as usually when bad things happened to him someone else would sort out his problems for him but he nodded anyway
"Randy come on, " Ted tugged on Randy's shoulder, who in return scowled at the younger man
"Enjoy your work out," John chirped and smiled before walking off, Randy had to follow the movements of the man and eagerly watched as John stripped himself of his shirt before Ted punched him hard and gave him a stern look.

Randy and Ted had finished their workout and Randy was now at the front desk trying to bribe the receptionist to give him John's details "Come on Kelly,"
"NO," the blonde giggled at him "It's against the Data Projection act!"
Randy frowned "I think you mean protection, but fine can you at least tell me how long he's been a member for?"
Kelly typed a few things on her computer "For the past year, he has a discounted membership,"
Again Randy frowned, "why would he have discounted membership"
"sorry Randy,"

"Cody!" John let himself into his friend's apartment and dumped his gym bag down
"Kitchen!" came the reply and John made his way to Cody's kitchen
"Hey Codes, smells good," Cody was taking a tray out of the oven and wiped his brow
"Thanks J, but this isn't for us. Mrs Bateman is having a party tomorrow lunch so I thought I'd contribute,"
"Ah right, I remember."
"Yeah J you can still come you know,"
"Nah I have to work,"
"John, you work way to hard you know,"
"I know, but I need this internship – I need a full time job especially with the economy as it is,"
"yeah I suppose," Cody reached into his fridge and grabbed an energy drink "Here,"
"thanks, hey Cody – when I was at the gym today you never guess who was there,"
"erm - Justin Bieber?"
"No, Randy Orton,"
"Really, that sex god?"
"Yeah I guess he is," John took a sip from his can and stared into space
"Yeah because he could totally take me from behind while I watch CSI – John?"
"huh what?"
Cody smirked "I know that look,"
"What he seemed nice,"
"Looks can be deceiving – all the magazines portray him to be an arrogant, player prick,"
"really?"
"I mean how is he a celebrity? Ok his dad has won the most prestigious divorce battles blah blah but I'm pretty sure he hasn't done a day's work in his life and then he goes out and spends all his father's hard earned money,"
"Hmm, but that doesn't mean you don't fantasize about him does it Cody?"
"Oh of course not," Cody licked his lips,
"Maybe you should come to the gym with me tomorrow,"
"I would love to!"

"OMG J! Seriously this is what you do when you're here?" Cody breathed out heavily on the cross trainer "I'm knackered!"
John laughed "All that baking is making you unhealthy,"
"did you just call me fat?"
"Nope,"
"you did!"
" I called you unhealthy!"
"John Cena – how dare you!""
John continued to laugh at Cody who playfully squirted his water bottle at him
"HEY! Watch where you squirt that thing, Oh John!" Randy wiped his face
"Er, Randy hey" John looked at Cody to see he had his mouth agape
"How are you?"
"Er yeah good, yourself?"
"Better now," John frowned "Oh. Now that I'm not having water thrown on me," Randy added
"Oh, where's your gym buddy?"
"TED?!"
"Sorry Randy, I was just looking, Hello. Who are you?"
John and Randy both looked from Ted to Cody with confusion "Cody," he replies shyly
"You want to spot me on the weight?"
"yeah sure, John?"
John scoffed to himself "Cody I'm not your keeper," and waved him off Randy smiled so Cody wasn't a boyfriend.
"SO John,"
"yeah," he smiled at the taller man
"You want to grab something to eat after your workout?"
"Er yeah sure – I'm sure Cody will be busy," he smiled "Yes, let's go get something to eat,"

"You know it's hard, people only seem to want me for my money, why can't people care about what's in here," Randy pointed at himself and smirked to himself, those words always worked. Just a few words and by the end of the night he'd be getting his fuck.
John leaned back in his chair "Because people only see what's on the outside, if you want people to care about the inside you have to show it to them," and he flashed his dimples at Randy.
Randy frowned ' that wasn't what he was supposed to say' "Hmm, I suppose,"
John chuckled "I take it you're not one for relationships, more of a different guy a week right?"
Randy wanted to nod but he didn't "Nah, I've had relationships, but I'm young besides got to get through a few fishes before I find Mr Right,"
John smiled again he was starting to like this Randy granted he was nice to look at, but he could sense there was something more under there. "Hey Randy, I hope I'm not being to forward here, but here's my number, I'd like to do this again maybe a more formal setting?"
Randy grinned at , and he wrote his number down and handed it to him, Randy stood up and kissed John's cheek, the smaller man smiled and proceeded to walk away.