His Voices in My Head

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form, own any of the people in this story or any element of the WWE universe. This is strictly fiction.

Author's Note: Oh, how I looooove Centon J This is a CenaXOrton story but there are some other pairs too.

Content Warning: This story includes mild violence, strong language, and lots of hot steamy slash.

Recap:

In all honesty, John could feel his pants getting tighter the more he looked at Randy. He had wrestled Randy before, practically had his hands all over Orton's half naked body in the ring, so why was he getting so turned on now?

"Cat got your tongue?" Randy joked.

"Nope, I'm just a little upset because you've got such a tan and I'm nearly as pale as Sheamus!" John blurted.

Randy laughed. Who knew that he of all people had caught John Cena's eye? He could have some fun with this…

"Well then, I suppose that that little tent in your pants is all because of a tan?" Randy added.

John blushed. "Damnit, Randy, shut up! I'm leaving. You have fun with your cheeseburger!" John exclaimed as he left the room in a huff.

Randy grinned. He could use this to his advantage….

Now back to the story: "His Voices in My Head" Chapter 2

John hurried into his car and shut the door with a loud SLAM!

What was happening to him? He was NOT falling for Randy Orton. Not in a million years. He'd rather chew off his own damn foot.

Just then, his cell phone started playing an all-too-familiar ringtone. John answered it.

"Hey John!" Melina said.

"Hey Lina."

"You ok?"

"Yeah."

"Where are you?"

"In my car outside the arena."

"Oh okay then, well I have to go eat right now but maybe ill fetch Mattie and we'll come watch a movie later together? You know, like old times?"

John sighed. "Sure, when and where"

"Um…your hotel room at about nine-ish?"

"Sounds good…see you then."

"Love you, John! Oh and the girls say hey!"

"Tell 'em I said hello, now go have fun, Lina."

"Bye."

"Bye."

John pressed "end call" and was about to start up his car when he heard a knock on the passenger door side. He looked out the window and saw the person he least wanted to see: Randy.

"What do you want now, Orton?" John said dryly after he rolled his window down.

"Um…" Randy began, "DiBiase and Rhodes left for the hotel without me and I was hoping you could give me a lift?"

"You have some nerve, Orton, after what happened back there."

"It's not my fault little John wanted to grow up when he saw me," Randy said arrogantly. "So can I get a ride?"

John hesitated, but he shrugged his shoulders as to say "Ah, what the hell?" and let Randy in. Randy quickly took a seat next to john in the passenger seat and started to open a can of Red Bull.

"Don't spill that shit in my car," John warned.

"Chill, what are you, my wife?" Randy said.

John felt something go off inside of him. Not like he was getting angry but Randy's comment had struck something in him that made him start to think that being Randy's "wife" so to speak would be one hell of a fun proposition. "You'd be lucky to be married to me," John blurted out unconsciously.

If John was not so out of it, he would have known that the look on Randy's face meant nothing but trouble. Of course he couldn't figure that out at the moment because…well…of that very person.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Randy said in a way that John could have sworn was flirting.

Damn, who knew Orton was a flirt of all things?

"Nothing!" John said immediately before he started the car and pulled out onto the road. "Absolutely nothing…"

"Oh," Randy said. "Because I was beginning to think that that was your way of trying to flirt…which probably would have worked…and I could fix that problem down inbetween your legs VERY proficiently."

John's face was bright cherry red and he couldn't imagine his "little problem" getting any bigger…but it just had to prove him wrong. Driving with this problem was really a load of crap so John bluntly said to Randy, "One more word out of you and I'll drop you on the side of the highway."

"We all know that you wouldn't do that."

"Fuck you, Randy."

"What happened to throwing me on the side of the highway?" Randy asked obnoxiously as they approached Randy's room. John hadn't spoke since he told Randy FU, but Randy had continued to talk. Constantly. And not normal talk about the weather, either. No, Randy was bluntly and obnoxiously flirting with John. Randy had been messing with his head since the locker room situation. John's face was still red and now he was sweating like a madman and he still had this raging erection just crying to be taken care of. To top it off, John couldn't think straight, thanks to Randy, and now he was about ready to explode.

"You're looking a little flustered there, Cena," Randy said as he unlocked and opened his door and entering the hotel room.

What happened next neither man was expecting. Some would say emotion took over, and that basically was what happened when John grabbed Randy's shirt collar and pressed him against the wall and glued his lip to the younger man's. Randy stood there thoughtless until he gave in and let John into his mouth. Damn John was a good fucking kisser.

Randy put his arms around John's shoulders and pulled him more into the kiss. John didn't know why he started kissing Randy, but it felt fucking good.

John dragged and practically threw Randy on the Randy's bed. "You're gonna pay for all that talking you've done, Orton," John warned. Randy had chosen to arouse a guy who hasn't gotten any in three months to his breaking point? Yeah, in sexual terms, Randy was as good as dead.

"There's nothing you can do to me that I can't handle," Randy bellowed egotistically.

"We'll see about that…" John said before he grabbed Randy again and basically mouth-raped him. Who's to say Randy wasn't enjoying it, though?

Randy grabbed John's belt buckle.

"You sure you want to? It might be too much for you to handle," John said half-jokingly.

Randy responded with another wet, sloppy kiss. Randy unbuckled John's jeans and they slid to the ground. He made his way to John's shirt, which also was disposed of. Randy ran his fingers down each and every section of John's chiseled chest and abs.

"Damn you are the living definition of sexy," Randy said inbetween the kiss. He made his way to John's boxer briefs, which had a rather uncomfortable-looking tent in it with a small stain developing, and tugged them down, revealing John's fully hard 11 inch cock.

"Oh my fucking…" Randy said as he stared at John's monster-sized shaft. He wasn't small either, 8 ½ inches to be exact, but John was fucking huge!

"Stop staring and start sucking!" John ordered.

"Someone's a horny bitch today," Randy said. John noticed all of Randy's clothes were gone too. When did that happen?

John was about to respond when Randy wrapped his moist lips around John's raging hard-on. Randy flicked his tongue at the slit, causing John to moan. John grabbed Randy's head and started helping (not really helping as much as dominating) Randy suck his dick. Randy went up and down countless times and it was a good thing he has surpassed the natural gag reflex because John was a really horny monkey right about now. John was basically face-fucking Randy now and moaning like crazy before he felt that long-awaited feeling in his stomach.

"RANDY!" John screamed as he filled Randy's mouth with his pearly-white seed. Randy swallowed it all and in the blink of an eye, John had tackled him to the bed. John made a mad dash for Randy's throbbing cock and put his lips on it and started giving Randy the best blowjob anyone had ever given. From the sound of it, Randy was enjoying it, because Randy was moaning louder than Melina's primal scream amplified in recording studio.

Just when he figured Randy was about to release, John slipped off Randy's cock with a loud POP and sat up and begun to re-dress himself.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?" Randy yelled as John tied his sneakers and started for the door.

"I told you you'd pay for all that smack talk in the car," John said with a grin. "I have to go catch a movie so it seems you have a problem to take care of, my friend."

"FUCK YOU, CENA, YOU HEAR ME?" Orton said so catastrophically that John knew was because of sexual frustration.

And with that, John left out of Randy's hotel room and started for the elevator. Revenge was indeed sweet.

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