Title: Good Boys Deserve Good Things.
Rating: M for Mature.
Pairing: Centon; top!Orton/bottom!Cena. (Also Punk/Cena, Barrett/Cena, Cena/Paige, Cena/Massaro).
Warnings: Gay sex, cursing, BDSM, suicidal thoughts.
Cover or Video: Yes, there is both a story cover as well as video trailer located on my FF Twitter: BllnDollarBitch
Summary: He's obsessed, enamored, he's downright addicted to this mysterious, attractive, godly man. He's so completely caught up that he can't help but to push and push for more from this man, no matter how much his friends object. But he never knows when enough is enough. And there lies all his problems.
Disclaimer: I sadly own no one in this story, however I've bought enough WWE merch to have paid at least one jobbers weekly paycheck...so there's that.
A/N: I'mmmm baaaaaaack! :) I'm so sorry it's been so long. But here I am, as promised, with the story I told you about. The 'world' this story is in can be a bit confusing, so listen closely. Everyone in this story, EXCEPT Randy, is in the WWE world as is now. However, Randy is not a WWE Superstar, never has been, and none of these people know him. Everyone else is a wrestlers, however. There's also no specified timeline for this story. If there's any questions, please feel free to ask. Also, as for the BDSM, as promised, I've tried to make it as light as possible without losing the essence I want it to have. If, for some reason, you begin to find the sexual acts to be too much for you, please feel free to quit the story. I don't want anyone reading anything they're uncomfortable with. As for real names, Stu: Barrett, Saraya: Paige, Phil: CM Punk. That being said, here it is! As always: here's the first chapter! ENJOY!
"John? John?" A cute, little, dainty British voice calls out to me, after it enters my hotel room, as I lye face down in my hotel bed, "John, babe, you've got to get up. You've been just lying there not moving for the past two days, not even moving! You're starting to scare me!" The voice stammers, and I can hear the concern deep within it, "John, please at least talk to me! I know you're alive because I can see your body moving with the breaths you take," I smile at the way the voice words things, but only contemplate on trying to form words, "John, talk to me or I'll hurt you!" The voice orders, and I smile a bit, "Please do." I mumble, and the voice sighs, first with relief that I'm alive, then further with aggravation at my words.
"John, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong this time." The voice requests, and I slowly inch my left hand out from under my body so that the voice can see it. "I did it again." I mumble, and within seconds, the voice's fingers are trailing all over my hand, rubbing and soothing it through the heavy bandages. "What did you do?" I smile at the way the voice says 'what'. I always smile at the way the voice says 'what'. It's just so damn Britsh-y. "I punched the mirror." I reply, and the voice sighs again. I can't quite read what the sigh conveys this time, but it's a sigh nonetheless. "Why this time, John?" The voice asks, and I quickly pick up on the irritation. Or maybe it's the tiredness. The tiredness the voice has from constantly trying to take care of me. "I hadn't seen my own blood in awhile. The pain was real nice too." I sigh as contently as I can get, and the voice just sighs and smacks my hand, making me groan out in pleasure at the pain I felt.
"John. You need help." The voice whispers, now closer to my face, and I feel breath ghosting over my cheek for a moment, before the voice lightly places kisses up and down my jaw line. "Can you help?" I beg, reaching out with my fucked up hand to find the voice's hand, and the voice slides its hand into mine. "Because when I tried to help you the first time, that helped so much. I can't hurt you again, John. I can't let us hurt each other anymore." The voice is stern and set on what it just said. All I want is the voice to take care of me, though.
"Please, Saraya?" I beg, finally opening my eyes to look up at her face. "I can't, babe." She replies, shifting her body down to lay with mine.
Saraya-Jade and I dated shortly after she arrived on the main roster. One look at her and I knew we'd be close, that we'd be friends. But one day, one of my off days, she caught me at just the right-wrong time with just the right-wrong question. She asked what was wrong and I broke down about everything.
Every.
Single.
Little.
Thing.
She listened, and she actually understood. She understood! And that, more than anything, turned me on even more to her. She understood my need to hit, and to be hit. She understood that I needed to mask my pain. She understood that I was caving in on myself, drowning in myself. Our relationship was born there, but it didn't last long. I beat her, she beat me, and we both got off on it. We were worse than Ashley and I. We may have even been worse than Punk and I.
Ahh, Punk and Ashley. Those are two totally different stories...
Saraya and I decided it was best we not be together. But she made it a point and a promise to make sure I knew she'd always be there for me. And she has. Just like she is now.
"But you said I need help!" I try to protest, wishing she'd just give in and kiss me. Wishing she'd hit me, slap me, stab me, anything! "You do. Not from me, though. You need serious help, baby." She replies, and I sigh. "I'm not going back to a therapist." I mention, quickly thinking back to when my friends forced me to seek psychiatric help after my first suicide attempt. But the constant talking about things that didn't matter, the ever-increasing sedative prescriptions, and trying to talk to someone about something they couldn't possibly ever understand was truly horrid. It made me want to die even more so than before I went. Saraya chuckles a bit and shakes her head, "I know you won't." She sighs, and we're quiet for a while.
"I just need a fix, Ry. That's all." I mumble, and she groans in irritation and confusion, not knowing whether to give in or challenge that. "Maybe I should call up Ashley and we'll see what we can do for you." She mumbles, more so to herself, and my body tingles just at the thought of Ashley.
Ashley is what made me, truly made me finally snap and cave in on myself for the first time. She was so perfect, and beautiful, and…nothing like my type. She came and all I wanted was her, and her in heer entirety. Absolutely nothing else. Talk about wish granted. She was into some crazy, freaky, kinky things, and she helped me figure myself out. She helped me learn why I hate myself the way I do. She helped me learn how to numb the pain. She helped me punish myself in a safe and controlled environment, and she was someone I trust. I pushed it, and her, to the edge though. I always do. I never know when enough is enough. I never know when to quit. She, however, did. And I drove her away. Not only that, but I scared her away. I truly terrified her. I left her so badly broken that she barely wanted to even go home and see her daughter because of the bruises, let alone let the crowd see her.
Most people like to think she left because of her child, and that is sort of the reason, but I'm also the reason. She had to get away from me, and that was the best way possible. She, like Saraya, didn't give up on me though. She called me every single day whether it was to let me vent to her, or so I could just listen to her talk, move, or even just breathe. Anything to have her close to me. If I just closed my eyes and focused on her breathing through the phone, I could almost feel it again as if she were right there next to me again. We've recently been seeing each other in person more and more, and even snap and have our nights of pleasured pain together. But she's more just a crutch now than anything else. Just like all my friends are. Crutches, just barely keeping me up, just barely keeping me going.
"Hmm, you have a point," Saraya mumbles to herself, pulling me from my endless thoughts. During my collapse into my thoughts, she'd pulled out her phone and began texting who I assume is Ashley. Her phone vibrates and after she reads it, she again thinks out loud, "I don't think Punk will go for that." She mumbles to herself before texting whatever it is she has to say in response to whatever it is being said.
Punk. God, those were fun times. He's the exact opposite of Ashley. Where as he knew his limits, he just didn't care. He made it a point to push pasts those limits. Those times were one of the best times in my sad, little life. Punk truly hurt me, and I loved it. Where as I'm sick as in I need help, Punk's just sick in the brain. He truly is. He knew what was best for me, but impulse and pure fascination drove him to not care when we were deep in the act of things. It was Ashley who pushed us to stop seeing each other like that, along with Saraya when she came into my life.
Also it was partly Stu Bennett, another of my crutches, even though he's only slightly into kink. He isn't as deep into this world that I live in, and that's what drove us apart. My constant need for more. We still remain friends, I guess, and Saraya and them keep him in on what's going on with me. It's just…it's not the same as with the rest.
"You're lucky. I'm going to attempt to get you your fix, and get you help all that the same time. Ash and I have a brilliant plan." Saraya giggles, evil hard on the brain, and I smile at the idea of getting my fix. But I cringe at the thought of getting help. I don't need help. Well, I do, but I don't want it. I just want the god-awfully amazing, mind-numbing pain.
"Saraya?" I call out a moment later, and she looks at me with a smile, "Yes, sweetheart?" She asks, and I smile back at her kindness. "Please?" I beg, truly needing a safe way of release. "When's the last time you slept?" She asks, and I sigh, knowing she's going to hate my answer, "I don't remember. All my daydreams and need have kept me awake." Her hand slowly drags across my face as she bites her lip in thought, staring at my red, itchy, irritated eyes with purple bags under them. "You need to sleep." She whispers, and I slowly shake my head, careful not to disturb the caressing hand, "I need to hurt." She sighs and gives a look of deep thinking.
"If I give you a super quick release, will you please go to bed?" She tries to bargain, and I decide to give in, knowing a quick release by her will be better than nothing. "Yes." I agree. "John, I don't know." She sighs again. At this point I've lost count of how many fucking times she's sighed since entering my room. She's a mess. I've made her into an absolute mess. "Please, just the slightest, tiniest, smallest little bit of release," I bargain and plead, "and I promise I'll immediately fall asleep! Just…just please stay with me." Her bottom lip juts out in sadness. She knows once I'm done being beaten and battered, I want nothing more than to be held close.
Without response and without warning, she quickly grabs my right nipple and squeezes it between her long fingernails, twisting it slightly, and I yell out in pain, shock, and pleasure. "You like that, my little whore?" I smile at her given name. "Yes, fuck." I groan out, and am rewarded with her biting at my left nipple, harsh and hard, and I let out a small yelp. She pulls away and dips down and kisses my abused lips, cracked and dented with my teeth marks, and I kiss back till she pulls away and lays down to wrap me in her arms.
"Please go to sleep, John." Her voice isn't quite a beg, and I feel that gives me enough wiggle room. "Please more. That wasn't hardly enough." I whine, not satisfied with what felt like beginners kink at best. "Nothing is ever enough for you, John." The irritation in her voice, pure irritation, is enough to make me shut my eyes to sleep. I want to shut out all the thoughts about how she's tired of taking care of me, and how ungrateful I can be.
Escaping my thoughts isn't easy, however, because as I drift to sleep, all that replays in my mind over and over is her words.
Nothing is ever enough for you, John.
A/N: Well there it is! So we've got some inside on his feelings, some of the characters and relationships. Hope you all found it interesting enough and stick around with me. The drama and excitement will definitely be picking up soon! Please leave reviews with your thoughts/guesses/etc! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)