Okay, here we have my first attempt on Sethena and I dedicate this one to the Queen of Sethena, Milady Krys :) I hope you'll like it.

Well, I planned on doing this as a one-shot, but sometimes it seems as if I'm simply unable to keep things short. So this happens to be a two-shot (I admit tho the main-Sethena-part will happen in part two :3 )

Have fun!

If anyone would have asked John Cena what had gotten him interested in the rookie Seth Rollins, he sure would have said that it was the amazing talent of the young man.

If anyone would have asked Randy Orton what it had been that had caught John's interest in Seth, he would probably have smiled politely before saying the exact same thing… because it was the right answer to give. But Randy knew better. He'd been there, had seen it… the very moment it happened.

And John knew that Randy knew it, because they were best friends, had defined each others lifes for such a long time now that one single glance was enough to read the other. Yeah, Randy knew it…

Those rich brown eyes had been the trap which had caught John.

Such an innocent every day situation… as they had been standing in the cafeteria at the complany, talking about random stuff and John had been gazing around… as the words died on his tongue for a second that had been too long.

Oh, wow. Chocolate seas…

One second. Blinking once, he shook the thought off and focused back on Randy and looked back at Randy, finding a soft smile on his friend's lips and a certain fondness sparkling in his eyes.

"What?" John muttered, rolling his eyes as a grin grew on Randy's face.

A superfluous question since he knew exactly what was going on in his friend's head. He knew Randy all too well and for John it was written in capital letters all over the other man's face. Ask me about his name. But he wasn't willed to play along since Randy would make this a game if he did.

"Come on, ask me," Randy replied amused.

"Ask you what, Orton?"

Randy didn't say anything, only grinned a bit wider.

"Don't give me that look," John huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tilting his head a bit, the other man cooed: "Come on, Johnny… we both know you wanna know it."

Raising an eyebrow, John flipped him the bird and turned away to walk to his locker room.

"You're no fun, Cena!"

Four steps later Randy had caught up with him, walking at his side with a pout that barely covered the still lingering grin.

"If you want fun, go find yourself a hobby, Orton. I'm not willed to play that game with you."

A snort beside him. But John wasn't the least bit willed to give in.

"No idea what you're getting at, I just wanted to be of help," Randy replied mock-hurt.

"Sure, you're practically a Saint Bernard's dog, with a small keg around your neck, always willed and happy to be of help."

An arm was looped around his neck and he was being pulled against the taller man.

"Why so bitchy, John?"

"Why such a pain in the ass, Randal?"

When they reached John's locker room, he peeled Randy's arm off and walked in, not bothering to close the door since he knew Randy would follow him anyway. A second later he heard the door being closed.

"I'm not blind, Johnny."

"I know," John simply replied, beginning to change into his ring gear. "I just don't get why you're making a fuss about this now."

With a sigh Randy sat down on the bench and from the corner of his eye John noticed a change on the well-known face, the expression there becoming serious.

"Because I've seen a glow in the eyes of my best friend, you know?" Randy said, tilting his head a little to catch John's gaze.

It was the way Randy said it, so very-very softly and with affection that John couldn't help but look at the younger man and a sigh of his own on his lips as he sat down on the bench beside Randy, close enough that their shoulders and thighs touched. Those moments when it was only the two of them, those moments of just being best friends, moments of calm talking, comfortable silence and touches which said I'm here for you had become rare and precious.

Now was such a moment.

"He's got nice brown eyes," he admitted quietly, getting a nod in response.

"And he's cute," Randy added.

"Yeah, he is," John smiled.

Sparkling brown eyes, a bright smile, a handsome face… Mr. Chocolate Seas was a good-looking man, but he was also way too young for him and probably way too straight, too.

"You gonna try your luck?"

Shaking his head no, he said: "Can't hit on every new guy just because they're cute."

A hand landed on his knee, gently patting it.

"You don't hit on anyone lately, Cena, and…" A loud knock at the door and a voice, telling John that his match was on in a few minutes interrupted Randy for a brief moment. "… and I guess I should go now. You gotta warm up, old man. But really, think about it. Maybe you should try your luck for once."

With that Randy got up and made his way to the door and he was just about to open it, as John called his name, stopping him.

"Okay, Orton, you win," he muttered, his curiosity getting the best of him. "What's his name?"

Actually he had expected to find a stupid grin on Randy's face, but what he found there as his friend turned back around to him was only a tiny smile.

"His name is Seth Rollins."

Putting the dumbbell down to the floor, John grabbed his towel and wiped sweat off of his face, while his eyes stole clandestine glances from Seth who was doing chin-ups, his lean frame seeming even more wiry than usual, the defined muscles bulking under deliciously caramel-toned skin.

John knew he just shouldn't torture himself by doing this, but he couldn't help it. And the fact that the younger man's face was flushed while those kissable lips were slightly parted… combined with his tousled hair… and those breathy sounds…

Fuuuuck… John muttered in his mind, trying hard to gaze away, failing poorly.

Fuck. Well, exactly that. Seth looked pretty much like it wasn't chin-ups he was doing there. With a sigh John threw his towel on the far end of the weight bench, grabbed the dumbbell again and sat down on the bench to distract himself with some more work-out.

Lately doing his job had become heaven and hell at the same time. To be exactly ever since he had a storyline with Seth because suddenly they talked more than before, did some training together, had more matches against each other…

Looking straight into Seth's hooded eyes, the handsome face flushed while those kissable lips were slightly parted… made it difficult to focus on the match, mind you, because John was only human and his body… reacted…

It didn't make the whole thing better that he'd found out that Seth was actually gay.

He was still too old for the kid and…

"The kid is watching you, Johnny," a voice breathed right beside his ear, made him jump and he somehow managed to put the weights down instead of dropping them.

With a low chuckle Randy sat down beside him, holding a bottle of water out to him.

"U-hu, sure, Orton. Rollins is watching me. Right," John grumbled and emptied half of the bottle.

"He is watching you. I just caught him staring," Randy stated, earning himself a snort. "And I also saw him watching your in-ring training."

"Well, maybe he wants to learn from me?" John muttered, about to grab the dumbbell again, but Randy put his foot on it.

This time Randy snorted.

"From you? What, how not to do a Hurricanrana?" he grinned.

Kicking Randy's foot off the weights, John snapped half-heartedly: "Funny, Orton."

"Or how to become the most booed face of all times?" the younger man suggested.

"You know what? Fuck off."

Shifting a bit on the bench to give John some room as he went back to the biceps curls, he braced his ellbows on his knees, folded his hands and breathed: "Gee, someone's being bitchy today."

"Fuck. Off."

"Nah, don't want to. Annoying the hell outta you is fun, Cena. And, ya know, your self-chosen celibate kills your mood. You should do something about it, like getting yourself a good fuck for example."

"Dunno what you're talking about," John gritted out under the strain of the weight.

He knew what Randy was getting at though and to be honest, it surprised him that the topic hadn't come up sooner and he also knew that Randy was always the worried best friend, eventhough other people might think otherwise, but to discuss this now in the gym, surrounded by their co-workers... nope. Neither the right place, nor the right time.

"You haven't had sex ever since your crush on the kid has become a fully grown in-ring-boner problem, old man."

Setting the dumbbell down again, John grabbed his towel and hid his face in it, breathing a groan into the fabric.

"How good are the chances that you're vanishing into thin air the moment I take the towel away?" he sighed.

"Bad, Cena. Very-very bad," Randy chuckled lowly. "So? Whatcha gonna do about it?"

With another groan he pressed the towel a bit tighter to his face, muttered just loud enough for Randy to hear: "What the fuck, Orton? Are you keeping a diary about my sex life?"

"Yep and it's full of nothing. A yawning void," he heard his friend snort.

John was about to give a biting reply, as a voice stopped him dead.

"Uhm... am I disturbing you guys…?"

Seth.

Fuck.

"We've just discussed the lack of bed gymnastics in John's life," Randy stated totally seriously.

"Fuck. Off. Orton," John growled, landing an elbow on the other man's ribs.

There was a stiffled oof and an amused okay and then Randy stood up, patted John's shoulder friendly and left. With a sigh John took the towel away from his face… and gazed right into a pair of chocolate seas which twinkled at him with mirth. Deep and brown and warm and there was an even warmer smile playing on Seth's lips as he hunched in front of him.

Lips he so wanted to kiss…

"Hi," Seth said softly.

"Hi," he greeted back, hating and loving how his poor little heart jumped in his chest because of having Seth so close.

Wrenching his eyes away from those delicious chocolate eyes, he searched for his water bottle, finding it empty. A second later Seth's bottle appeared in his view.

"You can have mine, I'm done with my work-out," he heard the younger man say.

"Thanks," he mumbled, taking the bottle.

He felt a spark as their fingers touched and he wondered if Seth had felt it, too? Probably not. And while John drank some water, Seth sat down beside him and he really hoped that Seth didn't notice that he was just sitting down beside an oversized, pubescent twelve year old who almost choked on the water he was drinking because their thighs were touching suddenly.

Get a grip, Cena, he chided himself silently as he swallowed hard on the bit of water that had gone astray.

"The match on Monday night was great," Seth said as he leaned forward, bracing his forearms on his knees.

His hands were dangling between them and yes, Seth had beautiful hands, elegant with slender fingers and John knew that those hands were much stronger than they looked. It made him wonder how gentle their touch could be.

"Yeah, it was great. The audience loved it. And my head's still pounding from the DDT you delivered on me, Rollins," John laughed softly. "And I bet the show tomorrow will be great, too."

"Well, be happy if it's only your head. After that match my whole body ached. And one day Randy will snap my neck with his goddamn RKO," the younger man grumbled, rubbing his neck.

For a moment there was silence and John wondered why Seth was sitting here with him. It was nice though, having Seth so close for once without kicking his ass in the ring and he envied Roman and Dean their close friendship with Seth.

Lucky devils, he sighed in his mind.

"Uhm… you and Randy, you're very close…" Seth said suddenly and it wasn't a question.

Frowning, John replied: "Yeah, we're very close. He's my best friend."

And then he frowned a bit more as he thought about the other man's words again. Everyone here knew that he and Randy were best friends for more than a decade now and after Seth being at the company for two years, he would have guessed that the other man knew it, too.

Seth's gaze dropped the floor momentarily while he gnawed on his bottom lip. A sight that might have been cute if John could have looked at it without noticing a not so nice feeling in his guts.

He just wanted to ask why Seth was asking that, as the younger man added very quietly: "Only your best friend?"

The question caught John off guard, leaving him staring at Seth, totally being at a loss for words and before he even had the chance to gather himself, he saw a blush spread over Seth's face, saw the brown eyes widen.

Saw him leave with a muttered forget that I asked.

For a full minute it was all John could do, stare after the other man even as he had vanished out of his view, while his mind clung to that last question as he tried to understand how he should understand it.

What the hell…?

X

Only your best friend?

It was repeating in John's mind over and over again ever since Seth had practically fled from the gym the day before and he still wasn't sure how the hell he'd been supposed to understand the question. It wasn't the actual meaning, he wasn't that dense. The question was… why was Seth asking something like this? You would only ask a thing like that if you're interested in a certain person.

Sure was that the younger man was maximal embarrassed, because today before the show had started and most of the time during the show except for their segment and their match, as well as right after Seth avoided to speak with him, avoided eye-contact. Pretty much avoided him totally.

With a sigh John leaned back on the bench he was sitting, the noise in the room falling down on him like a rainstorm. Randy had talked him into coming for a beer after the show and now he was sitting here in the midst of too many people. Some distraction, Randy had said. But the distraction failed because the reason he needed distraction at all sat right in his line of sight only a few tables away from him.

And he was avoiding to eye-contact with him. Again.

The thing was, he'd been watching Seth today and what he'd seen… it didn't help him feel better, not the least bit. Because every time Seth had been talking to Randy, there had been a blush on his cheeks and the way he'd been looking at him... and even now, when he thought no one would notice… there was this certain something lying in them. Heavy and sad.

How good had the chances been that Seth was gay? If someone had asked him only a few months ago, he'd said that the chances werer close to null. Well, but Seth was gay. And he had chosen Randy…

An elbow nudged him in the side and his name was called softly.

"Stop torturing yourself and finally talk to him, Johnny," Randy said and as John looked over to him, he found deep worry etched to his face.

"What for?" he muttered, rubbing his hands through his face as he leaned back, his gaze finding back to Seth as his hands dropped to his thighs. He heard Randy huff and mumble something about him being a hopeless case. "Randy… he has a thing for you."

"John, you…"

"No, really. Yesterday he asked I if you and me are more than just best friends and then he practically fled from the gym and today he's avoiding me, but I've been watching him."

"Johnny…"

"He's staring at you when he thinks no one notices. The way he's looking at you. Hell, he's blushing when you talk to him and…"

"Okay, Cena, stop," Randy cut him off. "Maybe he's blushing because he thinks that you've told me about what he has said yesterday? And maybe, just maybe he asked you this because he wants you and he's looking at me the way he does because he does think that we're an item? Why the hell do you keep talking yourself into believing that you don't have a chance?"

And then Seth gazed over to them. Their gazes met. John couldn't read the expressions which fleeted over the younger man's face before he his eyes flicked away again, leaving John wishing he could see behind all this. He knew that Randy was right in a way and that he simply go to Seth and tell him… about his feelings… The worst thing that could happen was that Seth did not reciprocate his feelings.

Yet wasn't that bad enough?

But was not knowing it better?

"John… you're thinking too much…" Randy sighed, softly tapping John's forehead. "And as your best friend I have the duty to say this: either do something about your misery or stop bathing in it. You're acting ridiculous, man. Since when are you a coward? Either the kid tells you he's not feeling the same and it hurts for a while but you can go on eventually, or you could end up holding the man you want in your arms. It's that easy, you know? And you don't have any other options, because what you're doing right now is not an option."

Randy's hand settled on the back of John's neck gently, the warmth it provided permeating the tense muscles and in between his spinning thoughts there was a part of him wondering if Randy knew that his touch could do magic. It did its magic right now, calming, soothing. Giving him a strength he lacked lately.

"Stop hurting yourself, Johnny. Go to him."

"And you're picking up the pieces when I go over now and he shatters me?" John said, willing a small smile to his lips although he knew that Randy could look right through it.

The smile Randy gave him though was reassuring and as warm as his touch as he replied: "Gosh, stop being so dramatic, will ya? But if you feel better, I promise I'll pick up the pieces and I'll put you back together. I always will, Johnny. And now go and get your man, you lovesick idiot."

Nodding slightly, more to himself than to Randy actually, John took a deep breath and got up. Funny, wasn't it, that when it came to Seth, that he lost all of his self-confidence and in addition he was out of practice concerning being the one who did the first move. Over the time he'd gotten used to being the one women and men tried to hit on.

Slowly he made his way over to the younger man, willing his thoughts to stop spinning so he would be able to get a straight sentence over his lips that wouldn't make him look like a complete idiot. Only a few more meters… and suddenly Seth looked up to him, his eyes widening as he seemed to realize that John was approaching him. Quickly rising from his chair the other man left the table he'd been sitting at and dug his way through the crowd while his friends stared after him in confusion.

Quickening his pace, John caught him off before Seth could flee to the restrooms. His fingers closed around the other man's wrist to stop his retreat, staying there even as Seth just stood there, dipping his head a bit forward with a sigh on his lips. Seconds passed in which neither of them moved. Seconds in which John fought to bring a word over his lips. His heart began to pound in his chest and a lump formed in his throat.

"Seth," he said eventually very quietly and noticed how Seth's shoulders tensed.

"Let go," Seth breathed.

"No," John replied, hesitantly pulling the other man towards him. "We need to talk."

"Please let go, John," Seth repeated while taking a step back again, but John's fingers stayed wrapped around his wrist.

"Seth, what you've said yesterday… how am I supposed to understand it?"

"Just… just forget it, okay? And now let me go."

Tilting his head a little to the side, John tried to catch the other man's gaze. Without success, because Seth turned his face away.

"Look at me," John urged softly, but the younger man only closed his eyes. "Seth, please…"

For a long moment there was no reaction. But eventually Seth opened his eyes and locked gazes with John's and… Seth was scared...? But before he could tell him that there was no need to be scared, someone stepped up beside them and a big hand landed on John's, peeling his fingers off of Seth's arm.

Roman.

"You heard him, Cena. Take your hand off," Roman said lowly, scowling at him.

John's hand dropped to his side, missing the warmth of the other man against his palm already.

"Listen, I just wanted to talk…"

"But he obviously doesn't want to talk to you," the big man cut him off. Throwing an arm around Seth's shoulder, he added: "Let's go back to the table, Seth."

With that Roman steered Seth away from John and the last thing John saw before they vanished in the busyness around them was Seth, gazing back at him with sadness in those brown eyes…

Not even twenty minutes later he was lying on the bed of his hotel room. He'd left the bar after standing there like a stuffed dummy for a full minute, staring after the two men while he was torn between following them and simply leave and sit alone in his room, brooding.

Eventually he'd decided that for tonight the latter was the better idea, since Roman was in watch-dog mode and John had no interest in finding out if this watch-dog had sharp teeth.

Fuck this… John thought while throwing an arm over his eyes.

Finally he'd found the guts to try his luck and now he was lying here, none the wiser. Seeing Seth run away again, refusing to talk to him and seeing him scared… he simply didn't get what the hell this meant.

The same thoughts over and over again. Stop, rewind, play again.

Again and again and again.

Exhausting…

Spreading his other arm out, he let his hand smooth over the free space beside him, feeling an ache bloom in his chest because the bed felt awfully empty. It often did lately. Too often and in those nights he felt cold, just like he did now. With a heavy sigh he turned onto his side, curling up to a ball and pulled the duvet up to his chin, letting the strain of the show wear down on him. It didn't take long until the fingers of sleep were reaching for him, the twilight of being half awake and half asleep engulfing him like soft velvet and silencing his whirling thoughts. He was floating. Seconds… minutes… slipping deeper… as a knock at the door ripped through the approaching peace. With a groan he grabbed another pillow to press it to his ear. There was another knock. And brief silence. And then his name was being called. It took his brain a few seconds to understand whose voice it was.

Seth.

No… his mind was playing tricks on him.

And then his name was being called again, apologizing almost.

Throwing the pillow aside, he scrambled out of the bed, almost broke his neck as his foot got caught in the duvet and passed the short distance between bed and door in a few quick strides. Not caring that he was wearing only his boxershorts, he opened the door.

And his poor little heart skipped a few beats as he looked straight into those beloved chocolate seas.

"Seth?" he murmured, tilting his head to the side while his eyes roamed the handsome face.

There was a trace of fear in the tense features and apology. Nervousness. And sadness. But it was what he saw in Seth's eyes that made his breath catch in his throat. A fire was blazing in them.

A shiver ran down his spine. And then the world stopped turning as Seth's hands came up to his shoulders, pushing him back into the room and sweet lips sealed over his in a hungry kiss…

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