Chapter 6

Cena flipped channels on his t.v. and finally settled on a football game. He flopped back onto his bed and rolled his eyes upward toward the ceiling. His hand strayed to his lips and he traced his fingers lightly over them reminiscing about the kiss, his last kiss, with John Hennigan. If he closed his eyes and let his mind drift back he could feel the warmth of them pressing tight to his. Cena sighed and toyed with his phone. He knew he should have just deleted John's cell number but he hadn't brought himself to do it yet. Now it was still there stored in his phone and all it would take to call him was the push of one button. He closed the phone with a snap and set it aside on his dresser.

Why did things have to be so complicated? Cena was not hopeless in the love department. There were plenty of women and men who would be more than willing to be on his arm. The truth was since that month had passed he had found himself thinking of John when he was with someone else and missing him more than would be appropriate if they had indeed been only fuck buddies—just sex unhindered by deeper emotions.

Still Cena could realize he hadn't developed some deep love for John, that wasn't what it was, it was just more of an attachment and something that had formed into a friendship. Cena had a feeling that if they spent more time together, not just having sex, but actually going out and dating, that there was something under the surface. It just needed some coaxing out.

But what did that matter? There was nothing left but the last taste of John's lips on his.

Mike lay between John's legs with his head resting in the other mans lap. Both were stretched out on the bed. Mike closed his eyes as he enjoyed the soothing touch of John's hands running over his short hair. It always made him feel sleepy and that proved to be especially true after the romp in the shower earlier. Somehow, though only a month had passed since the horrible act had been exposed, Mike felt that things were again as they should be.

"I love you." He mumbled up to the man who held him.

"I love you too baby." John replied and smiled down at Mike.

You are a very lucky guy, John thought to himself as he looked down on Mike who was struggling to keep his eyes open. His eyes fell half closed and he released a contented sigh. Right here in my lap is everything I need. John felt the soft bristles of Mike's hair beneath his hand as he moved it back and forth over the short hair.

John tilted his head back against the pillows and felt himself drifting into sleep. His hand stopped and rested still on top of Mike's head. His mind drifted back to when he had first met Mike.

It wasn't lust like he had with Cena. When he first saw Mike he was smitten like a kid with his first crush. He found Mike to be cute and lovable with his placid demeanor, silly jokes, and child-like bashfulness. He had at first found it to be quite a contrast against "The Miz's" boisterous personality. After he got to know Mike the shyness melted a bit but for the most part he was still much more Mike than Miz.

Their first date had been one for the books. It was like some haphazard bunch of events that would have only happened in a sappy romance-comedy. It all started when John was in the bathroom. He was standing over the sink with a towel around his waist shaving when he dropped his electric razor in the toilet. He didn't have time to go out and buy another one so he went around knocking on doors to ask to borrow someone's razor but he either found the inhabitants to be gone, stingy with their possesions, or offering him a disposable razor instead. Finally when he was sure he was not going to get an electric razor he snagged a plastic one from someone—he couldn't even remember who it was—and he shaved the other side of his face. However, that razor had a little green strip on it and whatever was on that little green strip caused that half of his face to break out.

Of course it was horrifying for John who liked to always look his best and was even accused of being vain. He considered trying to find some lotion for it but then realized he was running late after trekking around the hotel to find a razor.

So, John showed up late to the restaraunt. Luckily, he wasn't the only one having a bad time of it. The first thing Mike did after they had sat down to eat was to spill his drink half on the table and half in his lap. John could not remember ever seeing anyone turn as red as Mike had that day when he spilled his drink everywhere.

They were then given the wrong food because the waitress who had taken down their order had been too preoccupied with staring at John to actually write down the correct thing. Once their correct food was brought out, Mike spilled that too.

After the lovely dinner came a movie. The movie they had wanted to see was sold out so they opted for another. Not only did the movie turn out to be horrible but they sat in front of two kids who kicked the back of their chairs non-stop and behind an older couple who talked through the whole movie.

John had thought asking Mike on a date was the wrong thing to do. They had been out plenty of times as friends before John got up the nerve to ask him out as something more. But if date number one was any kind of omen as to how the rest of the relationship would play out then John wasn't so sure they should step to the next level. Maybe it was enough to just be best friends.

Then, he kissed Mike. As corny as it sounded when he now thought it over in his head, the kiss was the only thing that saved the whole date and gave the opening for a second. There was something so unique about it that went beyond physicality that John had known Mike was something special.

"He still is." John mumbled to himself as he looked down at Mike's sleeping form through his half-closed eyes. A smile stretched across his face and he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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