AN: Hello to my readers. Many thanks for the great reviews. They have inspired me to turn this one shot into a full blown story. Yippie! This fic is based on the epic fued between John and Wade. For the purposes of this story, both of them are single. Hope you enjoy. And remember to review as that is my favorite part!
Disclaimer (that I forgot in the first chapter): I do not own the WWE, or any of its characters/ people. I wish i did. Also this is not ment to defame or insult any of the WWE employees (not that they will ever read this) but is ment for pure entertainment at the hands of dirty dirty smut. Thank you!
Chapter 2:
Shower
Luckily, because they were staying in a rather nice hotel, the shower was big enough for both men. When John reached the bathroom, Wade was already in the shower with the huge glass door open, turning on the water and adjusting the knobs. Again, John realized that what they had done and, with any luck, what they were about to do, might not be the greatest idea in the world, but he didn't much care. His thoughts went back to what had just happened. Had Wade asked him if he was okay? How out of character was that? Strange, John thought.
Wade could tell what John was thinking about. He saw it written in the smirk on John's face, and more to the point, it showed in John's already mounting hard on. Good Lord, Wade thought to himself. He's ready again?
"I didn't think anyone had that kind of turn around," Wade mentioned before John realized that he was being stared at.
John blushed seven shades of scarlet, looking down, trying to play off the fact that his penis had a mind of its own. "What? Oh yeah…I guess…"
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Muffin," Wade said sarcastically with a smile, turning around to stand under the water. "In fact I am flattered. I didn't even have to touch you. You might want to do something about your obviously dirty mind if we ever have to fight each other. I know you wear jean shorts, but they can't hide everything."
John didn't know if it was what Wade was talking about, his intensely sexy voice, or how the younger man was running his hands all over his body while he spoke, but John was having a hard time breathing, again. John watched, mouth agape, as Wade lavished his body in the hot, steamy water, running his hands through his dripping hair.
"Well," Wade said looking over his shoulder as the older man, "don't just stand there. I gave you an order."
"Huh?" John asked, pulling out of his thoughts and realizing his mouth was hanging open. Fuck, I'm drooling too, John thought.
"I told you, I needed help washing my back," Wade said. He had turned on his usual, authoritative voice, deep and attention commanding. "You can't expect me to clean this gloriousness with out the help of my personal slave." He had turned to face John, indicating his well muscled body, smirk firmly planted on his face.
John was mildly pissed by this comment. John stood his ground and crossed his arms. "And here we were, having a good time, and you have to go and remind me of my servitude to you."
"Well," Wade said, putting his hands on his hips, "that's what you are, John, my bondservant."
"You are such an ass, with all your big fucking words and that ridiculous accent. I'm not doing anything with you in that shower."
"Little, or should I say not so little, John, apparently thinks differently."
"He might have a minuet ago, but you went and fucked it all up with your demands."
"Not even if it means, you get to touch me?" Wade was being purposely tantalizing, grinning at John wickedly.
"Nope, not even that," John replied shaking his head.
"It doesn't matter what you or your dick want or don't want." Wade was acting a lot more pissed off than he really was. He just wanted to see how riled up John would get before he caved. "You are to do as I say, when I say it or so help me God, I will fire you."
"You wouldn't dare." John was starting to get really pissed. He walked into the shower, just a foot from the younger man.
"Watch me." Wade could see, that John was about to burst, and if the events of earlier were any indication, Wade knew where this argument was going to lead. Wade was growing hard with anticipation.
"You really do delight in making people hurt don't you?" John was so angry. He hated feeling out of control. There was something about Wade that made him both angry as hell and hornier than a jack rabbit. He hated being near the man, but at the same time he wanted to feel his touch so bad it hurt.
The look of pure hate that Wade saw on the older man's face quickly changed to absolute sexual desire when Wade licked his lips. John was on them in a second, barreling into Wade's mouth like a runaway train. John angrily shoved Wade against the cold tile wall, forcing his hands above his head, and making the younger man grunt with pleasure. "What makes you think that?" Wade asked as John licked and kissed his way from the younger man's ears to just below his Adam's apple.
"Obviously it is painful for me to lose control like this." John said between kisses and a few rather hard bites. John loosened his grip on Wade's wrists and began to slide his hands down the taller man's arms, loving the fell of the strong muscles under his fingers.
Wade sucked in his breath when John bit down on his nipple. "Jesus, Cena," Wade cried when the older man kept hold of the taught nib in his teeth and pulled on it. "What the fuck was that for?"
"I'm just trying to show you how much I hate everything you stand for," John said with a wicked smirk. John moved his hands down to Wade's ribs and around to the strong back, grabbing and clawing all the way.
* "Clearly, you despise me quite a *bit!" Wade yelped out the last word in mixed pleasure and pain when John turned his attention to Wade's other nipple. John moved his hands down to Wade's hips, and around to his butt, loving how the wet skin beneath his hands felt like silk.
"Loathe the very ground you walk on," John said making his way back up to the younger man's mouth. John once again captured Wade's moans with his mouth as he clawed at Wade's backside, pulling them closer together. Rubbing against one another, both men gasped at the feeling of their cocks sliding alongside each other. John couldn't help but smile when the other man's tongue demanded access. John relented, and opened his lips to let Wade in. Wade licked and messaged John tongue with his own, until both men pulled away, panting for air.
John reached down between them and grabbed Wade's member. He began stroking it with the lightest of touches, eliciting moans of frustration from the younger man. John continued stroking, changing paces and twisting at the same time. He loved the expressions on Wade's face, ranging from toe curling pleasure to complete irritation. "I thought you were mad at me?" Wade asked, hardly able to speak.
"I am," John replied with a rough growl. He moved his hands up to hold on to the younger man's face. John used all the force he could to shove Wade back into the wall, venting his frustrations through a kiss that could have knocked the building down.
Normally more dominate in any given sexual situation, Wade couldn't help but love how John was acting. There was an element of danger when John kissed him that had Wade begging for more. The pain of being shoved into a wall with such force, and the pleasure of John stroking him, was more than he could handle.
Moving to his knees, John left a trail of bite marks down Wade's chest, settling his hands on the younger man's hips. Wade thought he knew what the older man was going to do, but was surprised when John bypassed his cock and continued nipping at the skin of his thighs. Wade moaned in pleasure and pain when he felt John's fingers dig into his muscles, loving the feeling of the older man's nails passing over his stimulated flesh.
When John had finished worshiping the younger man's legs, he began to nip and lick around the base of Wade's aching cock, bringing gasps of aggravation from Wade. Licking a path around the shaft, John made his way to the head, giving it a few extra flourishes.
"You can't be that mad at me," Wade gasped out, looking down at the man in front of him, and struggling to breathe.
"You haven't seen anything yet," John said with a wicked grin, locking eyes with Wade. With out another word, John engulfed the younger man cock in his mouth, taking in as much of Wade's considerable length with out gagging. John slowly drew Wade in and out of his mouth, reaching down to message his balls, pulsing his hand like the beat of a heart.
Wade grabbed on to John's head, trying to gently force the older man to go faster, but John grazed his teeth along his shaft before swatting his hands away. Wade yelped in pain and pleasure, but moved his hands behind his head. He may have sort of liked the feeling of John's teeth, but it still hurt.
For now, John took pity on Wade and picked up the pace, beginning to hum a little. Wade's moans got louder and louder with every one of John's movements. It was all Wade could do not to fall over out of sheer ecstasy. "Didn't know you were this good," Wade managed through pants for breath.
John knew Wade was close when the younger man let out a stream of words that didn't even sound like English. An angry groan escaped Wade's mouth when John slowed his ministrations. Coming down from a near orgasm was not Wade's idea of fun. "Why?" Wade asked his voice thick with frustration.
John didn't say anything but kept his movements slow and steady, loving the tortured moans he was causing. With out warning, John moved his hands back to the younger man's ass and squeezed hard while taking Wade's dick in and out of his mouth a little faster. John deepened the pitch of his hum, sending shock waves through out Wade's entire body.
In less than a minute Wade, again, felt the tingle in his balls. "So close," he wheezed out. "I'm gonna…" John slowed down to a snails pace stopping the hum as well. "Fuck, Cena!" Wade gasped out in complete exasperation. "Why are you doing this to me?"
John removed Wade from his mouth and looked up at the man towering over him with a naughty grin. "Because I am really pissed off at you." John reached out and began to stroke Wade's throbbing member with feather light touches. As John looked up, the eyes that met his were full of unspoken pleas. John had Wade right where he wanted him as he flicked out his tongue to lick the engorged head in front of him. Punctuating each word with a slow, swirling lick, John said, "I really, really, from the bottom of my soul, hate you."
Each flick of John's tongue caught Wade's breath. He could no longer contain his cries and shoved his fist in his mouth. John was loving what he was doing to Wade. The older man replaced his hand with his mouth, starting to move up and down, slowly at first. John increased his speed when he heard the younger man whimper with the need of his release.
In an even shorter time than before, Wade felt and overwhelming orgasm building. It took every ounce of stamina he had not to let John know how close he was, in case he backed off again. And as if John could read his thoughts, John slowed down again. "For the love of Christ!" Wade howled, infuriated with his inability to release. "Just let me go! I can't take this shit anymore!" John thought he heard Wade crying.
Taking pity on the younger man, John took Wade in and out of his mouth with more fervor than before. In just a few seconds, John felt Wade's legs begin shake as his release built up. With a great cry of pleasure, Wade slipped over the edge and let loose a stream of hot liquid into John's rather capable mouth. Wade shook as he rode wave after wave of one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had. And of course, John swallowed every bit of what the other man let lose.
To keep from falling, Wade grabbed onto John's shoulders as his knees buckled. John tried to catch him, but the water had made their skin slippery. Wade slid along the wall, through John's arms, into a well sated heap on the floor of the shower.
John chuckled to himself as he looked at the man in front of him. "You okay?" he said with a genuine smile, pleased with the job he had just done.
Breathing heavily, Wade managed, "Damn." John's grin got even wider as he leaned back to rest his butt on his feet. "If I had known you could do that," the younger man sighed, "I'd have made you mad earlier."
"Right time, right place," John replied with another soft laugh.
Wade closed his eyes while he caught his breath. He felt a little light headed after all the exertion, but a morning head ache was well worth it. "What you do with your mouth…Well it should be considered an art."
"So I've been told."
* When his breathing returned to as normal as he could expect, Wade opened his eyes. He was stunned at the sight he saw. Before this whole shower thing started, he was really only concerned with getting *his needs met. But when he saw the gorgeous specimen of man perched between his knees, he knew he was being selfish, a thought that was strange and new to him. John was still hard, if not harder than when they started, and Wade wanted to show how much he enjoyed what John had just done.
With out a word, Wade grabbed onto John's shoulders, pulling the older man into a fierce kiss. Wade took possession of John's mouth with a passion he didn't know he had. John was a little caught off guard, but he couldn't deny that the voracity at which Wade explored his mouth was one of the sexiest things that he had ever experienced. To keep from falling into Wade, John was forced to place his hands on the wall on either side of the younger man's head.
Wade's hands explored the muscles of John's back, running his fingers over every mountain and valley. He grabbed and clawed at what ever he could, no longer fighting the need to possess the man in front of him. Moving his hands down to capture John's ass, Wade was struck by the need to have John to himself, but he pushed this, and all thoughts like it, to the back of his mind.
John was all too aware of where Wade's hands were. There was a possessive side to Wade which was not something John was unaware of. He had felt it from emanating from the younger man the day they locked eyes. The way this need was currently presenting itself was a whole different thing. It was almost as if Wade was a predatory animal and John was his pray.
Wade broke their kiss, causing both men to gasp for air. Wade moved his hands back to John's hips and, with a force that was both gentle and harsh, turned John around. John realized what Wade was trying to get him to do, and moved his legs out from underneath his body, plopping on his butt between Wade's thighs.
Wade wrapped his arms around John's chest, pulling him closer. John cooed with pleasure as the younger man covered his neck and shoulders with kisses and nips. Wade lifted his knees to better grasp John between them. Wade began to stroke John's chest with the lightest of touches, letting his fingers flutter over the hot, velvety skin underneath them.
John moved one hand to Wade's head, enjoying the softness of his hair. He placed the other hand on Wade's knee, moving down to graze his fingers down the outside of the other man's leg.
John was murmuring so softly that Wade couldn't hear what he was saying. He took the opportunity to cover John's mouth with his and John moaned a little bit louder. Wade ran his hands over John's chiseled abs eliciting more soft cries from the man in front of him.
Wade, with one hand across John's chest, reached down and began to stoke the man's hard on. He started off slow, loving the moans he heard. Wade alternated between light and heavy pressure, not enough to cause pain, but kept the slow pace.
John was beginning to gasp for air between nonsensical words when he moved his hand from Wade's leg and hooked both arms around the younger man's neck pulling their kiss closer, deeper. Wade started stoking faster and a little bit rougher when John began to buck his hips in time with Wade's thrusts.
Wade knew how close John was to falling over that all too amazing cliff of ecstasy when John broke the kiss and could still hardly breathe. Grabbing on to one of his nipples and twisting it lightly, Wade bit rather hard on the sweet spot behind John's ear, sending the other man tumbling over the edge of his own explosive orgasm.
Screwing his eyes shut, John cried out in sheer pleasure as he shot his seed on the shower floor. His body trembled as he rode his orgasm. Never before had he felt as good as he did at that moment. Never before had he felt as comfortable with any sexual partner.
John's breathing began to calm. The two men laid there on the cold tile floor with the water still spraying them for a few minutes. Making sure he was clean of any fluids, John reached up and turned off the water.
"We should get toweled off," Wade said not moving. "You must be getting cold."
"I am," John replied, eyes still shut, but face relaxed, "but I'm too tired to move."
"You want to turn into a giant prune?" Wade asked with a light chuckle.
"No I guess I don't. I just don't think my legs can lift me."
"Lucky for you, I am rather strong," Wade said in a mockingly cocky tone. Wade gently pushed John forward allowing him to crouch behind the older man. Wade hooked his arms under John's and began to hoist him to his feet.
"I did know that," John laughed in response. "You've 'Cave Manned' me several times."
With the first genuine laugh John had ever heard from the man, Wade said, "It's called the 'Wasteland'."
"Whether it's called the 'Cave Man' or the 'Wasteland,' you still grunt like a Neanderthal when you do it."
Wade turned John around to face him. He tried to look hurt, but was really fighting back laughter, knowing what John was saying was true. "Alright, alright, enough jokes at my expense," Wade replied grinning from ear to ear. "I think its time to get dried off.
The two men stepped out of the shower, grabbed towels and dried off. Wade finished first and went into the bedroom. He flopped on the bed, face first, loving the fact that the bed smelled like sex. He flipped over, grabbed the remote and turned the television on. He flipped through a few channels, when John finally emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped low over his hips.
John couldn't help but love the sight in front of him. Wade was lying on the bed in nothing but a towel, one hand behind his head and the other resting over the remote on his stomach. He walked over to the side of the room where his shorts had landed and picked them up off the floor.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wade saw as John gingerly bent down to put his feet through the legs of his pants. Wade was over come with the need to get John to stay. "What are you getting dressed for?" he asked.
"Well I just thought that… well I figured that you'd…" John was clearly blushing, trying to get his words out.
"Just say it, John," Wade replied.
"What I mean to say is…well I assumed that you would want me to leave."
"What if I didn't?"
"Well, I suppose that would be a good thing?"
"Get over here, Cena," Wade said motioning to the bed.
Clearly, John was happy, but he tried to play it off as best he could. Wade got off the bed and pulled the covers back. Before climbing back in, he shed his towel. Wade heard John's breathe catch. "What? I sleep nude," Wade said with a soft smile. A little wary of an increasingly strange situation, John simply nodded.
* Watching as the younger man scooted under the sheet, John thought to himself, *I am on a train to awkward-town, population me. "If you're nervous of sleeping in the same bed with me," Wade replied in response to John's face, "then I can assure you we will just be sleeping." He added with a remembering grin, "I am too tired from the shower to do much more than pass out."
Feeling a little more comfortable with things, and reminding himself that Wade had already seen him quite naked, John dropped his towel and climbed in. John was grateful that Wade kept his distance and eventually turned to face the other way. They each turned out the light next to them.
"I just want you to know that nothing is going to change," Wade said with a tired laden voice. He added with a slight chuckle, "I meant what I said earlier."
"Well I still hate you," John said smiling to himself, "if it makes you feel any better."
It was a few minuets before John heard Wade's deep breathing behind him. He laid there for what seemed like hours thinking of how strange the day had been. He had woken up this morning, full of the knowledge that he was the servant to the leader of the most powerful group that the WWE had ever seen. A leader who seemed to enjoy nothing more than humiliating John at every turn. A leader who seemed hell bent on destroying John's life and career. A leader that he despised with every fiber of his being. John had woken up this morning, filled with rage for the leader of The Nexus, Wade Barrett. The same man that was sleeping peacefully at his back.
John had come to this room to deliver a request from Wade, that of a coke at two in the morning. John had been more than pissed, more than livid, and no, enraged didn't quite cover it either. John didn't know how it happened, but after weeks of sexually charged dreams about the man, all it took was one punch to break the dams of his feelings for Wade.
John didn't quite know what these feelings meant or even if Wade felt anything for him. John still felt the hate for the English man in the pit of his stomach, but as exhausted as he was, he didn't much care. I'll figure it out later he told himself as he closed his heavy, tired eyes. Just before he fell asleep, he felt Wade turn over and drape his arm over John's ribs. John felt the younger man pull him to his chest. It was just before sleep came that John realized he was spooning a man that he, an hour or so ago, had wanted to punt in the skull. He knew Wade would always find a way under his skin, but the peace he felt at being held the way Wade was holding him, made his anger fade a little.
It was the first night in months, since the debut of The Nexus, that John got a full night of sleep.
David Otunga was woken out of his sleep by shouting from the next room. He turned over on his stomach and reached for his phone. It was a little after two in the morning. Otunga knew that his boss, Wade Barrett was in the room next to him and he was pretty sure he had heard John Cena's voice through the walls as the shouter. David heard the shouting cease and quickly fell asleep again.
What seemed like immediately, but turned out to be only fifteen minuets, Otunga was shocked awake by…No it couldn't be he thought to himself. He couldn't be sure, but Otunga thought he heard Cena crying Barrett's name out? And is that the bed shaking? Now that he thought of it, David had not heard the door open and shut.
Almost as soon as he heard the crying and shaking, all the noise stopped. Thinking it had to be a mistake, Otunga fell back asleep with a mountain of confused thoughts racing through his head.
