I have a lot of chapters done on this already, so it's kind of hard for me to not post them all at once. Lol. I'm finding my pacing is better with this story than some of my others though. Pacing always seems hard for me. However this fic just seems to write itself. It's always nice when that happens. :) Thank you for your reviews on chapter 3. Without further ado, here is the next.

Chapter 4

About a month had passed since the near break up of Mike and John. Things had been a bit towards the strained side at first but it didn't take long for the two men to fall back in to their regular relationship. Both were glad to be back on good terms and together again. The only thing that had really changed between the two of them was Mike. He seemed to become a bit more clingy and needy than he really should be. But then again, John had an affair not once but twice and so Mike had the right to want to be close. Maybe in his mind if he wasn't close enough then John might wonder off again like a stray animal.

John sat in the locker room putting some last minute touches on his hair and practicing his facial expressions in the mirror. He and Mike were about to go out and once again make fun of Cryme Tyme. Mike came up behind him and peered into the mirror fixing his fedora just perfectly. John could tell by the look on Mike's face that he had already lapsed in to 'The Miz' mode. He had that air of arrogance and the in-your-face attitude that could only belong to 'The Miz' and never to Mike Mizanin.

"The Chick Magnet has arrived." Mike stated wiggling his eyebrows at his mirrored reflection. John turned away from the mirror and wrapped his arms around Miz and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"I think a better name would be The Morrison Magnet, because I'm really attracted to you." John smiled and flipped his hair. "Get it? I'm attracted to you…like magnetism."

"I get it." Mike shrugged with a cocky little laugh. "But why wouldn't anyone be attracted to me? I mean, I'm The Miz."

Cena stayed in the gorilla area watching as Miz and Morrison did their thing. He was focused mostly on one more than the other. Morrison was a thing of beauty. His body was well tuned and in top condition. He was all flash and attitude and hot body. Cena tilted his head, musing. He had the same taste in men as he did in cars. At that thought John Cena laughed out loud. CM Punk, who was standing nearby for their match, raised an eyebrow.

"Something funny?"

"Just a thought I had."

"That is funny, you thought!" Punk teased and gave Cena a punch to one of his large muscled arms. Cena turned on him with a pretend scowl.

"Save it for the ring Straight Edge."

"You want some?" Punk stepped up to Cena and outstretched his arms in a 'bring it' posture. "Come--"

"Don't be stealing my line boy!" Cena said putting on a stern face. He advanced on Punk who waved his hand in front of his face in a 'You can't see me' gesture. "My gimmick is so cool all ya'll want it for yourself. I see." Cena nodded smugly and crossed his arms over his chest. Punk just laughed.

Cena turned his gaze back to Morrison who was in the ring going round with JTG. Cena watched as the other John's muscles worked and his tanned skin slicked with sweat and his dampening hair fell into his face. He bit on his lip as the movements elicited all kinds of memories and desires.

"Are you okay?"

"Shut up Phil." Cena said with a wave of his hand. Punk covered his mouth as he snickered.

"John's got a crush!"

"Do you want me to whoop your ass?"

"With what, two moves?"

Cena tore away from the match long enough to chase Punk down the hallway. He made a mental note to be sure and hide Phil's towel and clothes later on as a payback.

Morrison and Miz came up the ramp from their victory over Cryme Tyme. Before thinking, Cena clapped a sweaty Hennigan on his back.

"Good one!" He said before turning red and drawing his hand away. Hennigan stopped awkwardly trying not to look Cena up and down hungrily. The man looked good shirtless with his jeans shorts and trademark hat.

"Excuse you, keep your hands off you big ape!"

Hennigan turned surprised to hear such big words from Mike. But his partner was still in "The Miz" mode and so his cockiness had not yet dissolved into meekness.

"Sorry Mike, I didn't mean to." Cena backed off.

"Like hell you did! I should punch your fucking lights out!"

"Mike, don't talk stupid." Hennigan stepped between the two and pushed gently on Mike's chest to create space between he and Cena. The heat Mike's eyes were casting to Cena should have been enough to cause the man to erupt into flames.

"How am I talking stupid?"

"If Cena wanted to he could squash you like a bug. Just go and shower. Nothing's going on here." Hennigan held Mike's shoulders and looked into his eyes in attempt to diffuse the situation. He held his gaze until Mike broke it by looking downwards sheepishly.

"Sorry."

"I'll be there in a minute okay?"

Mike's eyes narrowed and he glanced from one John to the other.

"In a minute?" He snipped defensively.

"God Mike, what could we possible do in a minute or two? Chill out."

"Sorry John." Mike gave a few more wary glances to each John, then, as if to make a point to Cena, he pressed a kiss to Hennigan's lips before heading off to the locker room.

"John, I didn't mean to cause--" Cena's words were cut off by John's lips crashing against his. Cena leaned back against the wall as John pressed into him coaxing his lips open and then taking the kiss deeper. Cena's hands wrapped themselves in Hennigan's sweaty hair and a soft moan passed from Cena's mouth to Johns. John Hennigan was perhaps the best kisser Cena had ever had the pleasure of being kissed by.

Hennigan felt his body heat up as he pressed against Cena and plundered his mouth. He kept the kiss going and going, more and more, not wanting to break apart and end it. Sooner or later however, he would have to let Cena breathe. His head raced with erotic visions of what he and Cena could do together. Couldn't they just have one more time? Hennigan ran his hands over John's pulsing, twitching muscles. He finally broke the kiss because his head was spinning so fast he thought if he kept it up much longer one or both of them would pass out. Cena braced himself against the wall and pulled in air like a drowning man just brought up from some great depth. His eyes rolled back with the pleasure that flooded his body and sweat trickled down the side of his handsome face and traced a path along his strong jaw. Hennigan brought his hand between Cena's legs feeling the hardness that bulged at his jeans. He threw his head back in a frustrated howl that he could not have Cena again.

"John…" Was all Cena could manage as he caught his breath and tried to calm his lungs, head, and all his raging body parts. "This…has to stop."

Hennigan bit his lip but couldn't stop his hands from roaming over Cena's tight pecs and abs as his chest rose and fell with his breathing. His hands moved downwards and came to rest at Cena's belt. His fingertips inched over that border barely wiggling their way under the waist of his jeans. They just waited there knowing they could trek no further but wanting so much to.

"I know." Hennigan whined. "We already established that. I guess…that was just…me saying goodbye."

He forced his hands away from Cena and prompted his feet to move his body away. Cena was left wiping his face off and caught off guard by his music. He could be heard muttering 'shit' under his breath as he trotted out to the ramp.

Ack! Shame shame on the Johns. Tsk tsk. Oh yeah, I just had a home made donut that my grandma made, and it was excellent. Yum! If you guys leave me some reviews I will send you some! lol. No really, I appreciate your words :) Plz and thankz