Title: My Ways Of Loving You
Theme/Prompt: Ring
Warnings: Slash, Male/Male, kinks (some bandage, spanking, and BDSM), Lime that turns into kind of a lemon at the end, Dominant!John, Submissive!Sheamus
Pairings: John Cena/Sheamus (Cenamus)
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: R due to the lime/lemon mash up in this one!
Summary: After a wild night of RAW, John and Sheamus makes their way back into the empty ring, only for John to get an idea that the both of them can enjoy thoroughly...
Author: Hellsing_Girl23/YamixYuugiLover
Author's Note: Whelp, due to me being a lazy ass and letting procrastination ruling over me once again, I have decided to just write Cenamus one-shots out to help get me back in the writing spirit for 'Love Bites!' =w= These one-shots will be random and will more than likely be AU at times. And I hope everyone enjoys this! :D Mucho love to you all! Wrote this one shot a while back on my Tumblr, but thought it'd be nice for people who want sexy times to be here on FF. :D
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Tonight was a wild night.
RAW was quite the show, with it's usual fights and all, but tonight set the locker room in a wild mood for some odd reason, with a brawl here and there, but the only ones who stayed out of it was none other than John Cena and Sheamus, who were currently wrapping up the show with signing things for fans and such until the arena itself was void of any life except for the few cameramen and the two wrestlers who were now sitting on top of the announcement table together, both still in their ring gear and all.
Sheamus was the first one to break the silence between them, jumping off the table to lean against the mat and grinned at the other man. "So now that tha show is over, what do ya say we go back to our hotel room an' get some sleep, fella?"
Cena rolled his eyes and waited until the cameramen were going up the ramp and out of his sight before giving a look at his Irish Hooligan, who was staring at him with curiosity. "Well, I've decided that we'll be staying a bit more longer here, Shea. I had this kinky dream last night and we are going to try it out tonight!" He smirked when he saw the tilted surprised look the fiery haired wrestler gave him, gesturing for him to get in the ring so he could begin to have fun with his lover.
The Irishman raised an eyebrow at his lover's words, but nonetheless got into the ring and watch as the Boston man easily slid into the ring, getting up on his feet as he eyed Stephen with a predatory look before pushing him up against one of the posts, kissing him hungrily as he made a grab for the string used for tag team matches and swiftly tied one of Stephen's wrists to the post, pulling away from the kiss to look at the mixture of confusion and amusement play on Sheamus' face.
"So John, ah got tha feelin' there is a reason ah'm tied ta tha post, care ta explain why?" Stephen bit down on his lip from making a noise of pleasure come out of his lips as soon as he saw the smirk that meant one thing: He was fucked. Or more better, he was going to be fucked, and very soon by the looks of it.
The Cenation leader didn't disappoint him as he got out of the ring and lifted the side cover up to get out a table out from underneath the ring, and then got another item and shoved it in his back pocket; Sheamus couldn't see what it was from where he was, but looked on as John slid the table onto the mat and got in after it, smirking over at Stephen as he set up the table and settled it next to where the fiery red-head was standing, sauntering up to him to lean forward and give him a quick kiss before letting his voice take on a seductive, yet commanding tone as he addressed him about their situation.
"Here's the deal. We are going to see just how flexible you can be, my Great White Kitten. If you use your free hand to touch me, or to touch yourself to get off, you'll get punished. You just stand there and be the sexy Irish bastard that you are and let me do all the work in giving us both pleasure." John winked at his lover before letting his fingers glide down Stephen's sides until they touched the fabric of his trunks, hooking his index fingers inside the cloth and jerked it down all the way off his legs, putting the trunks on the table and eagerly eying his now exposed Irishman. He idly ran his fingers up and down his muscled thighs, snickering when he saw his lover try to move away from his touch.
"Oh no. That won't do Stephen…. Didn't I just say to stay still? Time for your punishment now." And with that said, Cena turned Stephen around and whipped out the steel pipe he got from underneath the ring from his back pocket and smacked his bare ass with the pipe, loving the yell of pleasure he got from him his lover. He took the end of the pipe and traced the other man's spine with it.
The Cenation leader knew that his Irish Hooligan had a masochistic side like he did, and pain like this only turned him on even more. Hell, he made Stephen get off just from such pain on his backside one night, leaving welts marks on his pale skin. But now it was time to take it to the limit. He pulled over the table a bit more and ordered for his lover to lift up his leg and place it on the surface of the table, grinning when he got the desired effect he wanted: an angle where he could easily slide into Stephen and make him go wild from the position he had to keep himself perfectly still in while he fucked him hard. But first he wanted to tease him just a bit more with the silver pipe in hand.
Sheamus bit back from yelling again when he felt John hit his pale ass harder with the steel pipe, the white hot pain turning into pleasure as he tried to keep himself steady from moving. "Jesus John! Fuck!"
Cena snickered at the words, letting an arm loop around with the steel pipe and caressed his chest with it, making the Irishman shiver with desire and need as the cold metallic item went from his chest and trailed down straight to his growing erection, nearly jumping as the coolness slid up and down his member.
"Oh you got the fuck part right, my kitten. You are about to be fucked real hard." John teased him, growling in pleasure when he heard a loud moan escape Stephen's lips, taking the pipe away from his lover's arousal and rubbed it across the bright red marks that were across his ass, seeing his knuckles turn white at the grip he had on the top rope. He had half a mind to just bend Stephen over on the middle rope and fuck him like that, but decided he would do that later. Right now he was going to enjoy making his lover scream in pleasure just from him using a steel pipe and soon his own cock.
But for now, he now had an Irish Hooligan who was already aroused, and he planned to make the best of what he had right now and continued to torture Stephen with the metallic object in his hand and hoped the custodians wouldn't come in anytime soon. Cause he certainly didn't want anyone to see the pleasured look on his lover's face as he kept on punishing him. Oh no. That was for his eyes only to see.
Thus began the Cenation leader's game of driving his lover insane with pain and pleasure.
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AN: Have no clue why I always leave such one-shots done like this...xD Well, I hope all of you enjoy it and please review for me to tell me if you like it or not! ;3