Okay, so I'm working on finishing some of my stories before going into a hiatus. I'm trying to do it with one more chapter but I can't close this story in just one chapter. I'll make it shorter though and I'm going to rush things a bit. Hopefully, you will still enjoy it ;)

ON BROKEN WINGS

Let me tell you a little something that maybe you don't know; three days feel like an eternity when you are trapped in one place with nowhere to go.

Trust me, I know all about it because I've been in this island for the last three days and in my mind it feels as if I've been here for three weeks already.

It's really awful, I mean I swear that time slows down when you are waiting in such a horrible place and I anxiety makes you feel like a day last an entire week or more.

So yeah, time slows down here, but as if that wasn't enough, the ridiculous heat makes you feel exhausted and the plain knowledge that another day will pass by without rescue coming makes your spirits sink down to your feet.

Oh, but because I don't want to succumb into a foul mood, I've been trying to keep myself busy; for example, today when I woke up with my face annoyingly buried into the sand I took a hike into the jungle all by myself and trying to ignore the hundred lizards watching me explore their territory, I collected a nice variety of fruit.

I also refilled John's coconut with fresh water, I bathed in the lake and what's even better, I found a few aloe leaves that I plan to use to sooth my sunburned skin. When I was a kid and we went to the beach, my mother, bless her soul, would use this to make us feel better.

It's nasty, but it works.

Those trivial things entertained me only for a short period of time because somewhere along the way I ran out of things to do. So that was it, I kept myself occupied for the good part of two to three hours and then I was back at the beach, ready for another day of endless waiting.

That was this morning, and when I walked back the first thing I saw was that John was keeping himself busy as well by trying to build some kind of shelter for us to spend the night in.

I guess he got tired of sleeping in the rain and waking up with sand down his throat; I mean after two nights of the same the novelty of it wears down and it gets really irritating.

But anyway, the thing is that I ended up helping him and now, as I sit here a few hours later I'm proud to say that the shelter ended looking as the ugliest thing I've ever laid my eyes on.

We used everything we could get our hands on; leaves, bamboo, clothes and a white duct tape that he got from his suitcase; the result was not very pretty.

So it's hideous, but I guess it will be good enough to guard us from the rain if there is more tonight. I mean, it has a roof… or something like it.

Like John said, necessity is the mother of invention and at least it seems strong enough not to be blown away with the wind.

Frankly, deep inside I hope we don't have to use it because I hope that today is the day we finally get out of this God forsaken Island for good.

I mean, by now word had to go out that our plane never reached its destination; and don't planes and private jets have radars or something? Someone had to notice we just disappeared in midair.

So why is it that no one has come our way to rescue us?

Fuck, what if they already left us for dead? What if this Island, like the one from Lost is not even on the map? We will forever be here and before we know it we will be battling polar bears and smoke monsters.

No, no, no, that's ridiculous… almost as ridiculous as me having wet dreams starring the one and only John Cena. Not that such a thing happened again but you know… there are some things you only have to live once to be messed up for the rest of your life.

Now John… it's really hard to explain the last few days. I mean we are trapped here, meaning that we are together almost 24/7 and it's disconcerting.

His mere presence confuses me and it doesn't help that he acts as if we are best buds all of a sudden. I really don't know what is it, but after that dream I'm a bit freaked out by everything about him.

If he smiles that big dimple smile I think he's planning something, if he takes his shirt off I try not to look at him and when I know he's in the jungle taking a bath, I stay at the beach and try to ignore when he comes back smelling like soap and shampoo.

It's just weird… I really think I got fucked up in the head with the crash.

It's like last night, I woke up in the middle of the night with a chill. Amazingly enough, I also had a big wood that didn't have anything to do with me having to pee and even though I was a having a dreamless dream, I was feeling horny as hell.

I thought it was normal and not feeling like getting into the cold beach, I went into the woods and yeah, I jerked off.

It was nothing out of the rule, but when I was reaching that state where my balls were heavy and the blood was ringing in my ears, I had this crazy vision of John down on his knees blowing me off and that was it, before I knew it I was shooting cum all over the place.

Thinking about it now makes me confused. I mean I'm not gay, I've never been with a guy and I've never fantasized about one either… at least not until John and this fucked up Island.

But what if I just I don't know, became gay?

Before I have enough time to panic, I see John making his way to where I sit so I take a deep breath, trying to regain my self-control before he makes it all the way to me.

He has been out in the ocean trying once again to get some fishes with the lance he made the other day. That he is empty handed tells me that he didn't have much luck today either.

Before he reaches me, I take one aloe leaf and start to peel it; I don't want him to know that I've been sitting here thinking about him and doing nothing productive whatsoever.

"You know, this Bear Grylls make it look so easy on TV but I'll tell you something, it isn't. Fishes are sneaky and that makes me conclude that his show is staged. Do you think that's his real name? I mean, a guy named Bear, Bear Grylls that ended up doing a program called Man vs. Wild?" He says with a chuckle as he sits by my side.

I venture to take a look at him, noticing that he is shirtless, soaked to the bone and looking very much like a wild-man. He hasn't shaved since we got here and he actually looks kind of weird.

Not that I look better, I came here unshaved so imagine how am I now. Sighing, I put the sticky aloe leaf down and look out to the sea.

"Why haven't we been rescued yet?" That's the question of the day. I fear that if we don't get rescued soon I might lose my mind in this Island.

"I don't know." He puts the lance down and for a moment we both remain sitting here in silence.

This is beyond bad; this is the worst case scenario I can wrap my mind into. My plane crashed down, I had to swim to a deserted Island where I'm still waiting for rescue and I became gay for Cena.

"I guess they are searching the wrong place, but they will eventually find their way here."

"Eventually sounds too fucking vague; if they don't come here before nightfall I think I'll go crazy." I mean honestly, they can spend forever looking for us, the open sea is immense… and the plane got completely swallowed by it.

"You better not, Ran." John says and I angle my face towards him so I can take a good look at him. He's looking back at me with a sly grin in his face and when he sees me looking he arches an eyebrow. "If you go crazy I'll have to tie you to a tree, feed you by throwing food at you and I just don't think that I want to do that."

I laugh out loud, as if. "You'll have to beat me senseless before I let you tie me down and we both know that you can't beat me."

"Ha, now I don't want to brag here, but outside a wrestling ring I can beat your skinny ass in a matter of nothing." He says, his hand lifting up and shoving me lightly on the shoulder.

"Well don't underestimate me, you are bulky and you move slowly as a cow so the only way you could beat me is by getting me from behind and unprepared."

Okay… why does that sounds so dirty?

"Then you better watch your back from now on." He says with a smile and I know he's not talking on going Brokeback Mountain on me, he's just joking around.

Now, before the crash, this familiarity between us was unheard of, but like I said, three days with nothing else to do makes you bond with the only person you have to talk to.

I mean, our first night here I fell asleep over him, then we spent an entire day together and today we build what he calls John's casa. So yeah, you can say that there's a new sense of familiarity now between us.

And you know, once you get to know him better, John is not so bad; yes he gets annoying from time to time but don't we all? I bet he says the same about me.

"So what's that for?" He takes the aloe in his hand, making a grimace of disgust as he touches it.

"That's an aloe leaf; it's the greatest thing to treat a sunburned skin. It looks gross, but it stops the burning feeling and it will prevent your skin to peel off."

"Really?" He asks giving it another look and smelling it.

"Yup."

"So you just put it on your skin and voila?"

I nod, chuckling at the way he is looking at it.

"Okay, I'll swap it the lance!"

"Fuck no! I don't want your lance." I say, but before I know it he shoves the stupid thing my way and then he moves from his position at my side and sits right in front of me.

"Randy's beauty shop; I should have known you were savvy when it came to things like that, I mean look at you and your pretty boys looks."

Opening my mouth and then closing it back, I do a double take and snort. Did he just call me pretty boy?"

"Just put some in my back, I feel like I'm burning and I can't even put on a shirt without it bothering me."

"Okay…" I mumble under my breath because his back does looks on fire. "Well, some people just don't know how to put a tan and John, you are one of those."

He snorts, moving his head to the side to look at me. "It's not that I don't know… I just get red as a lobster."

"Yeah whatever." I shrug, taking a bit of the aloe in my hand to begin applying it on his skin.

He's hot, I mean literally. If he didn't spend so much time out there trying to catch a fish or something he wouldn't be like that. "I've never tried it like this, I usually buy it bottled up, put it in my fridge and then use at discretion."

"Cold?"

"Yup." I say and for a while I say no more and neither does he. I just cover his back nicely, kind of enjoying the smoothness of his skin beneath my hands.

It's weird, I mean I've wrestled the guys many times and I've touched him all over. But somehow this is different.

"You know what can pick up your mood?"

"Getting off this Island?" I stop working on his back, wiping the remains of the aloe in my shorts.

"Besides that. You could go with me and assist me in catching dinner, there is nothing like blood and gore to make you feel better."

"Eh, I don't know. I'm a member of PETA."

Chuckling, John throws his head back. "Bullshit, Jesus, Randy, who would have thought you were such a wuss." He stands up and turns around, offering me a hand up.

"I'm not a fucking wuss, you jerk." I reply and take it; once I'm up he doesn't let go of my hand and I have to pull it away to wipe the sand out of my pants.

"So what do you say, want to go and hunt for Rango?"

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"John…" I whisper as I take one step further.

I can't see anything but him so I rest my hands against the naked and very sticky skin of his back for some support, using him as my own personal shield in case something goes very wrong.

I'm very close to him, so close that I can even smell the fresh scent of the aloe I just plastered on him; so close that if I take one more step forward I will get that same aloe all over me.

"What?" He whispers back to me, but his eyesight remains ahead, fixed on his prey.

"Why don't we look for some lizards instead? There are like a thousand in here." And as far as I'm concern, lizards are harmless. Yes they are ugly and green and evil but they are harmless.

At least I've never heard of a case where a lizard attacks a human being… but then again I've never heard of a pig attacking one neither. I know Babe never did.

"Why, all of a sudden you like lizards? I thought you hated them."

He takes another step and I follow him, my hands still glued to his back.

This may sound silly on my part, but I really have a bad feeling about this, it has been in my gut since the moment John spotted in the jungle what he wants our dinner to be tonight.

"Well, I have the right to change my mind at convenience." And tonight, under the circumstances, lizard doesn't sound so bad.

"Yeah? And who gave you that right?" I feel the muscles of his back rippling under my touch, his body moving stealthily as he advances forward.

I shrug, even when I know he can't see me. "I think it's in the Constitution."

He chuckles, continuing our secretive tones. "You know, I highly doubt that's written there."

"It is, I read it."

"Ah, then forgive my ignorance, I'm uninstructed."

He says but he is still going forward, not back. I don't want to go forward and I don't have to, I can just walk back to the beach and wait until he comes all wounded and empty handed.

"Come on man-"

"Just imagine it, Randy; roasted pork, bacon, ham… I can even taste it, can't you?"

I have to admit that after a strict diet of lizards and fruit it does sound pretty good, but don't you have to be like a butcher or something to make all that stuff? I know neither of us is a butcher and between us, John only has that damn stick he likes to call lance.

I don't want to watch this, it will be a massacre and I don't think we will be on the winning side. I mean, that pig is huge; like really, really huge.

And how the hell did a pig ended up in a deserted island? That thing has to be all savage and unfriendly and I just don't want to eat it! That thing looks like it could have us or dinner.

Fuck this man, why does he has to be so headstrong? That's one of the things I've learned from him in the last few days; John Cena is too headstrong for his own good.

"So how do you plan to kill it anyway? Are you going to beat him senseless with that thing?"

He turns a little to the side, probably trying to get a look at me. "You know, you are not being helpful here, Randy."

Now that he moved a bit to the side, I am once again able to take a look at the animal. It's still resting between some bushes, unaware that we are here, planning on eating him tonight.

The more I look at it the less I like. It doesn't look like a regular pig, and while we might take him down while it sleeps I still don't like it.

"Let's just go back to the beach." Sure, I can go by myself but I want him to come with me. How am I going to explain to his wife that he survived a plane crash but got killed by a pig in a deserted island?

"It's just a pigski and it will be great for breakfast Aren't you Mr. I'm too swift on my feet? If you say you can beat me, then you can sure as hell assist me on getting this little cutey right there."

As he says that, I watch in stupefaction as John's pig opened its eyes to stare right back at me. If I didn't like him while it slept imagine how I feel now that I see him awake.

It's not a pretty sight.

"Um, guess what?" I move my hand from his back and grab his arm, all of this I do as I see the heinous creature get up on its little chubby feet.

John is unaware of all of this, I can hear him talking about food, lizards and pigs but I can't understand a word he is saying. I'm just focused on the pig and the way he is growling at us.

Yes, the pig is growling like a dog with rabies, baring its pointy yellow teeth at us.

Now, I predict things to start getting a little bit weird.

I'm about to warn John about what is going on but I don't have to; he hears it and all of a sudden he closes him mouth to look back at the not so sleepy pig.

"Oh fuck."

That's when our dinner starts to run towards us… and when we begin to run from it.

You know, running barefoot in a jungle while a savage pig is on your tail is not one of the things I expected from life. But that's life, always ready to give you more than what you bargained for. You only have to smile and receive what it's served to you.

So I run, getting all kinds of unknown stuff encrusting into my feet and having a whole lot of branches hitting me in the face.

I don't care though; all I care is that there is a pig giving us pursuit, a pig! The only thing that can make this worse is if it starts to rain… but that already happened and I don't think life likes to repeat its wicked little games.

It likes to make new ones, like this one… and ending our road.

I make an abrupt stop because I ran out of road to flee; the only thing right in front of me is the end of the road and at the bottom of it the lake. Now, I can jump in or wait for the pig to…

I yell an obscenity, closing my eyes as John pushes me into the water. It's not very high, but the fall sure feels like forever and a day and when I finally hit the water and go under, my only goal is swimming to the surface and making sure that the pig didn't jump in.

Once I break to the surface, I rub the water out of my eyes and take a look around. I can see John but there is no pig.

Well, thank God for small favors…

Feeling a bit relieved at that, I try to reach the bottom with my feet but I come up short. Hating it, just float here, waiting for the beating of my heart to go back to normal.

After a blink, I look up to see if that evil creature is still there. I don't see it, so I venture to take a look at John right when he fixes his eyes on me. Then he starts to laugh.

I watch him perplexed, I can't believe him! This was his entire fault and now he laughs about it?

Argh! I splash some water to his face. "You stupid fuck, that was not funny!"

"Common Ran, where is your sense of humor? This is the kind of stuff that will sell the tickets for our movie; we can even win an MTV movie award for best awkward scene."

"You mean like you want to share this with the world, let them all know that we got chased by a pig?"

"Hell yeah! It will add nicely to my list of things I did before I died."

I splash more water to him, closing my eyes when he returns the favor and splashes a huge amount of water all around me.

"Okay, stop that shit or I'll kick your ass!" I say, trying my best to cover myself without drowning. It's kind of difficult because he is not giving me any break whatsoever, he just keeps splashing water my way.

This is so fucking juvenile, I just got a few drops on him and he does this? Fuck him.

I turn my back to him, but that is of no help, it only makes him swim towards me; and then, from his place right behind me he keeps on with his attack, circling me with his arms to get better access to my face.

"John!" It's another protest, but by opening my mouth I only get to swallow down a few mouthfuls of water and it pisses me off.

I turn again, trying to grab his hands still because that way he won't be able to keep on with his stupid game without splashing water all over me.

And it works…

"Ok, ok. I'll be good, I promise."

"You're a fucking jerk." I say, rubbing my eyes because the water in them is bugging me. While I do this I feel his hands grabbing my waist underwater to keep me afloat against him.

I kind of freeze at that contact and I'm very tempted to ask him what the fuck he is doing.

"Nah, you don't mean that. Come on, admit that you love me because you know that no one else is going to feed you and build you shelters like I do."

Weird, I feel a shiver run all the way from my head to my toes just by having him so close. And his voice is so mellow and just so… so…

Okay this IS weird, I feel weird. But I try to ignore it as nothing but a little lapse of judgment and I just take a deep breath and say the first thing that comes to my mind. "You mean in this Island on in general?" My voice came up all right, I'm really proud that I didn't stutter.

He tightens his hold on me, pulling me even closer and giving me no other choice but to rest my hands against his chest.

What the hell? I look up at him, ready to tell him something about letting me go… but I can't really remember what I was about to say. I just stare at him like an idiot, caught off guard by the way his deep blue eyes dig into mine.

The way my body mends perfectly into his is not helping my case either…

"Okay, would it be weird if I say that I want to kiss you?" He whispers, so very softly and I can feel my eyes growing ten times their size.

"What?" I asked in a nervous chuckle but I don't pull away, I just stay here, dumfounded.

Okay, is he going to kiss me? I think he is, I can see it in his eyes and I can't do anything about it. My mind wants me to remind him that I'm not gay and neither is he but the words get stuck in my throat and before I can help it I'm ready for his lips to meet mine…

He leans in slowly and my eyes lower to his lips, watching them getting nearer and nearer until they are brushing mine.

Now this is weird. John's lips are pressed lightly against mine and when I realize that this is the real deal and not some dream, I shove him back as hard as I can and stare at him through eyes of steel.

"What the fuck man?" I hiss, watching him as he watches me.

But not giving him time to respond, I turn around, swim out of the lake and cussing under my breath I go back to the beach.