This one is for the fabulous Hardly Here, my friend =]
I wanted John to have a past lover, so I thought who better than Joey Mercury? I mean, Joey was better for John than Miz ever was.
I've decided to keep calling him Joey because calling him Adam would confuse everyone severely, and I don't want that.
Anyways, I own no one involved, they are all owned by WWE.
John stared at the picture in his hands, his long dark brown hair cascading its way down into his face, causing a scoff to escape John's lips every time his hair escaped its place from behind his ear. He sighed as he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the hair tie; tying his hair back so there was no way it could bother him anymore.
Returning his attention to the picture again, John sighed again, shaking his head. He threw the picture to the side, not even caring as it the floor, possibly cracking the glass. He shook his head as he sank back against the headrest, his brown eyes casting over to the window, watching the wind blow lightly against the curtains through the open balcony door. He sighed softly as he stood up and walked over to the door, stepping out onto the balcony, the cool evening breeze brushing against his skin.
Staring down below, John watched as a group of people gathered around the pool, using up what little time they had before the sun fell to take an evening dip. John shook his head as he leaned against the railing, his arms draped loosely in front of him as he looked out over the area. He hadn't been expecting anyone to visit him, so when he heard a knock at his door he literally jumped, nearly sending him over the edge of the railing.
John shook his head briefly as he walked back into the room and over to the door, unlocking it and opening it to find Phil standing there, a cheesy grin on his lips.
"What are you doing here Phil?" questioned John, confusion written on his face. The cheesy grin kept itself on Phil's lips as he looked at John, shrugging faintly.
"I'm not quite sure, I was bored so I decided to come find someone entertaining," responded Phil, "You're entertaining."
John rolled his eyes and stepped back, allowing Phil access to the room, "Just don't mess anything up," stated John as he shut the door behind them. He walked back out to the balcony and resumed his spot against the railing. Phil watched him briefly before walking over to one of the beds, his foot stepping down on the picture, a soft crack followed after.
Frowning, Phil reached down and picked up the frame, looking at the picture. Smiling back up at him was a pair of young guys, one with brown hair with blond, and the other with plain dark hair. He recognized John easily, but couldn't quite place the other guy. He placed the picture back up on the bed, and then looked over at John, a puzzled expression crossing his face.
As far as Phil knew, John had always had a taste for women, which was evident when he had dated Melina, but now, now Phil wasn't quite sure. He sat back against the headrest as he watched John, his head cocked to the side slightly. He had always thought that a pretty boy like John would always be interested in women, simple as that, he never imagined that John could possibly be interested in his own gender like him. He frowned, chewing slightly on his lower lip. The more Phil stared at John, the more he noticed just how attractive the man was.
Sure being around the guy for a while, Phil had noticed John's appearance, but he had never taken the time to just sit there and look at him. His long dark hair was soft, almost begging to be played with, his chest was toned nicely for a young man his age, and his abs were to die for. Phil licked his lips as the thought of running his fingers all over John's abs crossed his mind, and he had to force the thought back before he actually went through with it. Aside from the nice upper body, Phil had to admit that John wasn't too bad on the lower half either. The regular sparkly pants that John wore to the ring every night didn't do the man justice enough. Phil had seen how toned John's legs were, and how nice his backside was on more than one occasion, however, the more he stared at John, the more he wondered about the rest of him.
His thoughts were reverted back to reality when John stepped back into the room, shutting the door behind him. He turned his gaze over to Phil, pouting slightly when he saw the far off look in the other man's eyes. He walked over to the bed and sat in front of Phil, shaking him slightly.
"Earth to Phil," said John, chuckling faintly as he stared into Phil's eyes. Phil jumped and blinked a few times before staring into John's eyes, a soft blush creeping its way into his cheeks, but he turned his head away before John could notice.
"Sorry I was just thinking," mumbled Phil as he calmed himself before looking back at John, grinning faintly. "I'm alright."
John nodded and stood up once more, his eyes falling on the frame laying on the other bed as he turned to head into the bathroom. He kept quiet as he picked up the picture and walked into the bathroom, not even noticing that Phil was watching him. Phil stood up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom door, pressing his ear against it.
Inside the bathroom, John stared down at the picture of him and Joey. He could feel tears filling up in his eyes, his vision blurring as he grasped the broken frame tightly in his hands. The tears forced their way down his cheeks, dripping into the frame as his body seized with sobs, shaking as he tightened his grip on the picture. Then he threw the frame suddenly at the wall, not even bothered by the shattering of the frame. He turned his gaze to the mirror, staring at his reflection as the tears raced down his cheeks, his vision blurred completely as he sank to the floor. He ripped the tie from his hair, his hair flowing freely as he tangled his fingers in it, his body convulsing with sobs.
Phil stared silently at the door, his face contorted as he listened to the sobs coming from it. He sighed heavily as he ran a hand back through his hair, his mind racing. He shook his head and turned the door handle, surprised that John hadn't locked the door. He walked into the bathroom, his gaze falling on John as he sat on the floor, his head in his hands. Phil walked over to him quietly and sat next to him, wrapping an arm around John's shoulders. John jumped, turning his gaze on Phil before he sank into Phil's arms, clutching Phil's shirt tightly in his hands.
After comforting John for an hour, Phil helped the younger man to his bed, watching as John climbed underneath the covers, his hair sticking to his tear stained cheeks. Phil turned to leave the room, but was caught by John's grip on his arm.
"Don't leave me," John whispered his voice hoarse from crying. Phil nodded and slipped underneath the covers next to John, wrapping his arms around the other man before resting his head against his. He could smell the sweet scent of John's hair as his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep, his dreams plagued by his new feelings.