My dear readers! Thanks to all who have R / R so far! Unfortunately I couldn't update earlier because my life is quite chaotic these days (in good and bad ways at the same time).
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Warning: sexual themes ahead, don't like, don't read. Oh, and also some corny lines, but whatever ;)
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~~~*** Asian Love Potion ***~~~ *** Part 3: *** when going too far is insufficient
The next morning Heath and Justin joined Wade and Cena at the breakfast table. Yawning and quite taciturn, Justin poured himself and the others hot, steaming coffee and spread himself a bun with tiny eyes. He was so tired that he didn't even notice the silence at the table. Heath, who was sitting across from him, slightly kicked his shin bone at some point. Surprised the South African lifted his gaze and looked at Heath, who was nodding to Cena and Wade.
Incredulously Justin looked at the two for a while. Their plates were full, but they hadn't had a single bite. The coffee was steaming in their cups unnoticed. John had supported his face with his hand and looked at Wade with a dreamy smile. The black-haired was leaning back and doing pretty much the same – eyeing Cena with amorous glances.
In between one of them took a deep breath and sighed with melancholic sounds. Who knew how long they had been sitting here like that?
Heath shook his head.
"What have we done?" He whispered to Justin.
"Hey, Wade, you're not hungry?" Gabriel asked aloud, what awoke Wade from his torpor. Dazed, he parted from Cena's eyes with a smile, and looked at Justin happily.
"No, I'm not hungry.. all day long I've had this queasy feeling in my stomach. Since I woke up this morning and John was lying next to me...", as he spoke, he grabbed Cena's hand and held it gently in his. John blushed and looked down on their hands, with an extremely agitated smile on his embarrassed face.
Heath and Justin watched powerlessly. As soon as Wade spoke, he sounded as if in a dream, they had never seen him before so very happy and relaxed. The air seemed to crackle, you could almost feel the fire that had broken out between John and Wade.
Soon the two got up, in silent agreement, holding hands while leaving the room. Heath watched them thoughtfully and eyed their plates.
"The two only live off love and air. Look, they didn't even eat a thing."
...
John felt excited, nervous, dizzy. He and Wade currently trained in the in-house gym. While they were running on the treadmill next to each other, he could watch the black-haired man in the mirror opposite.
The sweat ran down his forehead... his wet, dark hair framed his face like a painting. This muscular body, the tendons and nerves that were twitching and working... If he tried, he could even hear Wade's rapid breathing – a hot tingling wave shot through his abdomen. Visions of him and the younger came to his mind, naked and tightly intertwined, lying in the sheets, and he found it quite difficult to concentrate on his training.
Wade's burning eyes didn't make it any easier.
John noticed how the Englishman observed him in the mirror, how a desiring, longing expression made his pupils glassy and absent-mindedly. He wanted Wade to touch him, wanted to feel his strong hands on his bare skin; wanted to kiss the hot lips, bury his fingers in his hair, caress him, claim him.
...
A few moments later Wade found himself in his hotel room again – John pressed hard against a wall and kissed him passionately and so stormy that Wade's legs turned to jelly. His hands grabbed the strong, muscular back of the older and pressed him closer. John's excited sighs of pleasure triggered a tsunami in Wade's insides.
The utter chaos had taken them both, and now there was no escape. A shrill voice inside of Wade's head warned him that it was wrong what they were doing. What if John had never desired him, didn't want him? Could he justify it then to have abused him for his purposes? No, he didn't want to win Cena for himself in this way.
Reluctantly he touched Cena's shoulders and pushed the American slightly away, looked into his clear blue eyes while both of them panting heavily.
"John... what are you doing... I thought we had agreed on something", he argued – it had never felt so hard to reject someone. John smiled irresistibly and placed his warm hand on Wade's crotch recklessly. He could feel the erection of the taller through his pants, and exerted some pressure with his fingers, whereupon Wade shut his eyes and cocked his head. Automatically his lids closed, it felt so good to feel John's slender, gentle fingers working.
"Don't worry. No sex. At least not what you're thinking of...", Cena whispered and kissed Wade's neck. Quickly the tender kisses changed to wanton bite. John's hand slid under the shirt of the black-haired to caress the well-toned upper body. Blindly Wade let John do what he liked, not really having the strength to resist him any longer.
Eventually the alarm bells in his head rang again, when he perceived light kisses on his bare stomach, but the deeper those kisses wandered, the quieter the unspoken warnings became. Quickly and skilfully John's fingers undid Wade's pants, his hand started stroking the inside of his thigh. Soon he felt John's hot, wet mouth, grasped his short hair, groaned, trembled. Any kind of restraint had become history.
...
Heath and Justin didn't meet the two of them until evening, when the crew had gathered in a hotel bar to celebrate. John and Wade sat in a corner and talked animatedly, both laughing heartily from time to time. At some point, John put his arm around Wade, pulled the younger close and kissed his forehead.
The redhead and the South African were drinking their beers, sitting at the bar and observing the couple out of the corner of their eyes. Eve Torres, who was sitting next to them, happily involved in a conversation with Justin, noticed their sceptical looks. Curiously she turned around and saw Wade and Cena kissing heartbreakingly passionately. The touched expressions on their faces spoke volumes.
"Wow, what's going on with them?", Eve asked, half to herself, half to the other two.
"Nothing. We've just poisoned them. Or drugged them", Justin admitted and raised his glass to Eve. A slight smirk spread across the mouth of the brunette woman.
"Well, in any case it's a very effective drug." She stood up slowly and leaned over to Justin, whispering softly into his ear.
"You wouldn't need that for me..."
Slightly shocked Justin gazed after her, and observed how her hips swung when she walked past him.
"I still wish we had another bottle", Justin murmured softly to himself, looking thoughtfully at Heath, who was still watching John and Wade.
...
The night had already advanced when John and Wade were lying in their hotel bed, holding each other in their arms. Small candles were the only source of light, which gave the room a romantic, cosy touch. Wade couldn't help but sinking into Cena's deep blue eyes.
Lovingly he stroked along the face of the older, kissed his lips and forehead tenderly again and again. It felt so good to smell his perfume, to feel his warmth, to have his arm around him. Their legs were intertwined, their bare feet played with each other.
"John ... I must tell you something", Wade began in a low voice, whereupon Cena nodded.
"I lied when I told you I couldn't remember what I've felt for you..." Shaky breaths escaped the younger one, while he was trying to calm his nerves. His hand searched for Cena's and held his fingers tightly in his.
"I love you... I love you for so long that I don't even remember when it started. So long I've yearned for you, and I couldn't find words for my feelings. Until Justin and Heath had come up with this silly prank... And I hope, that when we are back to normal, you will reciprocate my feelings... I don't know how I could continue living after what I've experienced with you now...", he revealed to John, and he was surprised how easily it suddenly felt to share his secret with Cena.
An irresistible smile came to John's delicate lips, and he kissed Wade so passionately and desirously that Wade felt happiness flowing like pure energy inside of him. John pillowed his face upon Wade's chest and snuggled up to him.
"Right now I just want to be with you, Stu... I think I love you too. I think I've done it ever since I first saw you. I love you..."
While these words repeatedly echoed in Wade's ear, Cena eventually fell asleep in his arms, with a blissful smile on his relaxed facial features.
TBC
