A/N: Okay here we go... the final part to Rock Paper Scissors... sorry it's taken so long to write, unfortunately work and illnesses have got in the way. Not to mention Christmas!

After finishing the food he'd ordered from room service, John now lay stretched out on his bed with only his pyjama bottoms on. He'd arrived at the hotel nearly an hour and a half ago but so far there had been no sign or word from Wade and Randy.

He could guess why as well. No doubt somewhere on the trip over from St Louis to Kansas City, Wade and Randy had ended up in a fight. The only thing John wouldn't know until they got here was whether it was a physical fight or their usual bickering.

The amount they had been bickering during the day, John wouldn't be surprised if it had turned physical, he just hoped it was a pleasurable physical. The tension between them could be cut with a knife and it was obvious one of them needed to give it up, literally. With the movie playing on the TV forgotten, he pictured what it would be like if Randy and Wade had sex.

He tried picturing Wade as the bottom and it was hot, make his cock twitch hot actually. Randy definitely knew what he was doing with Wade's body, knew where to touch him, how to make him moan, how to make him cum. Then he pictured it the other way around, and his cock shot to life. Randy was definitely receptive when it came to sex. If he could get it, he'd take it, all of it.

John never once wanted to top either man, but he wouldn't mind a front row seat if they decided to have one on one time with each other. He snuck his hand into his bottoms and gently stoked his cock. The pictures in his mind of Randy clawing at Wade's back, grasping at the sheets, crying out 'UK' as Wade pushed nearer to completion, were the hottest he'd ever known. Maybe he could persuade Randy to let Wade do it as a birthday present for him.

His eyes fluttered closed as he worked his cock in his hand, enjoying the images flashing through his mind of the things they could do together if it were to happen. That was at least until there was a knock on his door. He groaned slightly at the timing and mentally promised himself to kill whoever it was on the other side of the door even if it were Wade and Randy, finally.

He walked over to the door and looked through the peephole to see who it was. From the tiny image presented to him, he couldn't see who it could be. There was someone there, but they seemed to be stood to the side. Whoever it was had long sleeves on as well so he couldn't see if it were either of his tattooed men.

Checking that his condition wasn't blatantly obvious, John opened the door and was presented with a six-pack and a tub of ice cream as the two men walked into the room, both kissing him on his cheek.

"Hey Babe," Randy said squeezing his ass as he went by.

"Hey honey," John said with a smile as he closed the door.

The two men spread out on the bed, leaving enough space for John to join them in the middle. It had been a long, hard day and short of the short moments he had with his guys, and of course his imagination running really when they just arrived, John was ready to fall into their arms and stay there for the rest of his life. He lay own on the bed and as soon as he was comfy Randy pulled him onto his side so they could spoon. John held out his hand for Wade to take, and the British man moved in so John could hold him as close as Randy.

"I know you said you were okay, but I just want to check," Randy whispered.

"Mmm, I'm perfect," John said, his eyes having drifted shut as his men held him.

"That's a shame," Randy said with a smile. "Because if you weren't I was going to suggest a couple of beers, a hot bath, and a tub of ice cream. And then, to finish it off, a good dose of Randy loving."

John chuckled as he heard the groan from Wade and knew the man was rolling his eyes at the comment, holding back his own comment at the suggestion.

"As much as it pains me to say this, I think he's right. Minus the Randy loving at least," Wade said in his thick English accent. "In fact, why don't I go and run the bath for you."

John felt Wade's arms leave him and so he turned and pressed further into Randy, letting the younger man hold him close. He could hear the water start in the bathroom but Randy's soft strokes on the back of his shoulders was slowly sending him into the world of sleep.

"Too bad Ortz," John heard Wade say, though it sounded as though he was a long distance away. "Tubs only big enough for two guess you'll have to miss out."

John felt a gentle ease of pressure and his head fell back onto a soft pillow. It wasn't long before he was completely out of it, though he did hear one final slither of conversation which put a smile on my face.

"John's the one missing out, UK, he's dead to the world," Randy's voice said. "Fancy keeping me company?"

"Do I get to touch?"

John stirred from his sleep as he heard an incessant buzzing coming from somewhere. He could hear voices as well, but couldn't put a name or even a face to them at this stage; he was still too sleepy to try. Coming to a certain amount of his senses he realised it was his phone vibrating on the table.

He clambered out of bed and went over to the phone, again hearing mumbles from the voices, still unrecognisable. He took the phone back to bed and fell back onto it before opening the message.

As he read the message he finally got control of his senses, now wide awake. He checked it one more time just to make sure he wasn't going crazy.

DWAYNE: BACK IN LA. LET ME KNOW NEXT TIME YOU'RE HERE. NEED ANOTHER PIECE OF YOU AND KOFI. FUCK THAT WAS HOT LAST NIGHT.

John's smile took over his face for the first time since his marriage hit the rocks. He kicked his feet in the air and pounded the mattress with his fists as though he were a child. Part of him wanted to just stand on the bed and jump up and down, but with his size, the guests in the room below might think there was an earthquake. Not to mention he would probably end up paying for a broken bed.

He was free. He had evidence of an affair, one of many he was sure, and later today he would call his lawyer and get him to start the divorce proceedings.

"Now that's something I haven't seen in a long time," Randy said. "What do you think Barrett?"

"Hmm, dimpled grin, eyes that sparkle, a completely relaxed body, childlike behaviour, who is this man?"

"You know, UK, I think it's a man we used to know; Super Cena I think we use to call him," Randy mused, tangling his fingers with Wade's across the table from him.

"Are you sure, Ortz? It's been a while," Wade joked as he bit into his toast, nudging John's covered breakfast plate to indicate they'd ordered for him.

"Shut the fuck up," John said as he stepped up to Wade, kissing him quickly before doing the same to Randy. "You're both assholes."

They sat at the table, each eating their breakfast meals, talking about their plans for the day. Neither of the men asked John what he was so happy about and John knew it was because they were waiting for him to share the news with them. If they hadn't of been so wicked then John would have told them already but he was going to make them wait a little longer.

Randy cleaned up the plates, moving them back to the tray they arrived on before settling on the bed with Wade as they waited for John to finish his breakfast and join them. Neither had got to have any fun the previous night, which John realised was probably best for him since he'd already gone a couple of rounds during the day, even if one wasn't exactly who he wanted to be with.

Making a long drawn out process of wiping his face, staking the plate with the others and making sure the table was clean, John eventually made his way over to the bed and took position between the two who were both eyeing him up, both with evil intent as well as with hunger.

"Who's going to kiss me first?"

Wade and Randy looked at each other and smiles spread across their faces as they silently agreed. John was about to ask what they were grinning about when they each put a hand out… only to start a game of rock, paper, scissors.

"I hate you both," John complained trying to get up only to be pushed back down as they presented their hands. Randy put out scissors while Wade presented his fist as a rock.

The men smirk at each other again as Wade suddenly starts moving down John's body, helping him out of his pyjama bottoms as Randy turns his head to look at him and captures his lips. Though caught off guard for a moment when Wade went down rather than moving in for his lips, John moaned as he felt both men's tongues working their magic.

John pulled Randy into him so he could feel more of the tanned, lean man. His body perfectly proportioned with huge muscles but not suffocating with their size. Then there was Wade, the new facial hair he had grown while recuperating was adding extra sensations to everything he did, whether a simple kiss, or the exquisite work he was doing to John right now.

Trying not to focus on the ecstasy Wade was creating at that moment; John started working on Randy's pants. He wanted one of them naked, and Randy was the closest to that state. Having only put his pants on when breakfast arrived, John was already enjoying the view of his naked chest.

It didn't take long for Randy's pants to end up on the floor with John's pyjama bottoms causing John to smile into the kiss when he felt Randy's hard cock press into his hand. He loved the fact that Randy didn't wear underwear. Randy broke the kiss for a moment when John moaned again. He thought it was for air but he was wrong.

"Hey, UK, since you're already down there, and we don't want John to pop just yet," he said, his patented smirk growing across his lips. "Want to help a guy out?"

"Fuck you, Orton," Wade said, not even looking up from his work on John's cock.

"Never going to happen, Barrett."

"I hate you two sometimes," John complained. "If you weren't so good in bed, I'd leave you."

"John, love," Wade said, stopping his actions on John's cock. "You know that's not true."

"Yeah, you love us both and we love you in return," Randy chimed in.

"Promise?"

"We promise," they said in unison.

"Shall we show him how much we love him?" Wade said taking Randy's hand and wrapping it around John's shaft. He wrapped his own around Randy's and then together they worked John's cock, causing him to moan loudly at the extra firm grip.

Randy let Wade lean in and kiss him before taking John's lips as his own. As John got closer he suddenly pulled back from their lips.

"Do you… oh… do you love… fuck… love each other?" he asked.

"Of course we do, babe," Randy said, keeping up the slow movements he and Wade were doing.

"You're always bickering," John said pushing their hands away from his body.

"Okay, you want to know the truth," Randy said, pulling John closer to him. "We're always arguing, because I know it gets him hot for me."

"What about you?" John said holding his hand out to Wade.

"Do I have to prove that as well?" Wade replied with a face of annoyance but with more than a hint of compassion.

John shrugged in reply not really knowing why he's pushing the subject. Whatever the reason behind the arguing, John knew they cared enough about each other. They just both wanted to be the dominant partner.

"Fine," Wade said as he shifted on the bed to move over to John's other side. When he was on top of John he smiled down at him and quickly pecked his lips before shaking his head and moving to lie on top of Randy.

John watches as Wade grabs Randy's head and kisses him hard, pushing the Viper down into the mattress as he claims his mouth. John almost can't believe it and wonders whether he was still asleep, dreaming, picturing the two men going at it as he had before they arrived. What really shocked him though was the moan that slipped passed Randy's lips as he wrapped a leg around Wade's body getting comfortable.

It got even hotter as Wade started grinding against Randy, getting the tall man to break the kiss and quietly swear, his eyes rolling into his head as he felt the immense pleasure. Damn this was better than he imagined.

John felt like he was trying to catch flies as he realised he was led there with his mouth gaping open, his throat drying out. As he gulped, Wade started moving across Randy's jaw and down onto his neck before continuing the journey south.

"Don't say I never give you anything," Wade mumbled before taking Randy into his mouth.

If John loved the moan that slipped out before, then he was in heaven as he heard the continual moans and expletives coming from Randy now. It was even better when he heard Wade moan around Randy's cock.

"I don't know whether I want to see where this leads or be selfish and have you both for myself," John said honestly.

Wade pulled from Randy's cock and moved back to John's ad Randy claimed John's lips once again. He loved Randy's kisses, but being able to taste Wade on Randy's lips made it even better. As they kissed and Wade alternated between the two cocks, John's mind raced back to the images from the previous night, how he imagined Randy being bottom to Wade.

He really was going to have to talk to Randy about that. Maybe he could persuade him to go with the flow on Wade's birthday.

"I better get something good out of this Ortz," Wade said with his twisted smile as he took Randy back in his mouth.

"It's your birthday in a couple of weeks, right?" Randy said breaking off his kiss momentarily. "I'm sure John and I can come up with a suitable present."

Randy didn't resume his kissing after he spoke as Wade worked double time on his cock.

"Fuck… Barrett… oh god… oh god… I'm going to… fuck…" Randy moaned as John leant in and attacked his nipples at the same time hoping to add to Randy's sensations. "Oh shit that's it… fuck… John that feels good."

"I think you're about to cum, honey," John said smiling.

"Fuck… I am… oh ffuuuccckkk, UUUUUKKKKKK," he yelled as he shot his load into Wade's mouth.

John could tell Randy was lost in the sensory overload that accompanied any orgasm and he knew Wade was well aware of that as well. He was still watching Randy when Wade moved from the floor and went to his bag where he pulled out a box of condoms and some lube.

As he came back to the bed he undid the buckle on his belt and opened his jeans letting his member free. John guessed both of his men knew what John would be after today; and that was before he got his news. He was surprised the supplies weren't already out.

"You're taking the fun out of this Wade," John said with amusement as Wade put on the jacket and then coated himself in lube.

"If you don't find the rest of it fun, then I've been doing something wrong," Wade said with a smirk playing on his face.

Wade crawled on top of John who automatically wrapped his legs around Wade's waist. There wasn't much romance or tenderness to it, but John wasn't necessarily looking for that right now. He just loved to have one of his guys inside him. And this morning, it was Wade. John made a mental note to himself to make sure Randy and he got some one on one time later since this was the second day in a row, he'd missed out.

Wade slipped inside, thankfully slowly, as John thought about Randy. He told himself off for not concentrating on Wade and just to make up for it, reached up and pulled Wade down for kiss. He let the kiss build slowly as did Wade with his thrusts but even then it wasn't long until Wade was pounding into him as was his usual style.

John and Wade both became aware that Randy was back to his senses and the tan man slipped his hand onto John's chest, travelling the length and breadth of the skin, tweaking his nipples to elicit small moans from John.

John's heart leaped a little when he saw Randy lean in and capture Wade's lips in a searing kiss.

"Thanks for earlier," he said with a wink, letting Wade get back to business with John, stretching out beside them to watch the action.

With all of his imagining, and Wade's blowjob to Randy not long before, John was getting close to the brink fast, but thankfully, he felt Wade was getting there as well. He reached down on himself to stroke his cock, hearing Wade swearing under his breath. It always made him both smile and chuckle when he heard Wade like that. As though his British side wouldn't let him swear.

"Shit… Fuck… John."

At least not until he was cumming. John was too close to join Randy as he laughed at their partner. With Wade spent, John felt Randy reach down and replace his own hand on his cock, stroking him fast and hard.

"Oh god… Ran… fuck… please," John called as he felt the build-up, his cries getting louder as he went. "Oh shiiiitttt."

As John experienced his high, Wade climbed off him going to the bathroom to get a wash cloth, but not before kissing John gently once again.

"Whoever you're staying next to will have heard that. I'm sure you're going to get chucked out the hotel soon," Randy said as he cleaned off his hand with his tongue.

"Good job I don't care anymore," John said turning his head to look at Randy sleepily.

"Tired so soon, baby," Randy said pulling him in by the wrist and wrapping his arms around him. As John's eyes drifted closed, he felt Wade washing his stomach off, though he was pretty sure Randy got the most of his load in his hand. John opened his eyes and begrudgingly sat up when Wade handed him some fresh pants and a t-shirt for the day.

As they all got dressed there was a knock at the door. Wade and Randy exchanged a look and John shot them his own. He was done hiding and he had no reason to worry about it anymore. Okay, fine, should someone find out, they will he was unfaithful, but two wrongs don't make a right. Dwayne had been just as unfaithful and John now had his proof.

He went over to the door when there was another knock and opened it up to see the twins. Jimmy stood in front and John was almost amused by his anger when the young man saw his roommates.

"What's up boys?" John asked casually.

"Are you kidding me, 'what's up?'," Jimmy said, anger in his voice. "The whole hotel probably just heard that racket. Do you realise you're married to my cousin? I should fucking kick your ass and then feed you to Dwayne."

John looked back when he heard the scuffle behind him and smiled. Wade was doing his best to hold Randy back who had obviously lunged off his feet for the door. There was nothing like a protective boyfriend.

"Go and tell him," John said with a happy smile. "You can also tell him to be sure I've passed his message on to Punk and his boy toy."

John glanced at Jey who was stood behind Jimmy looking calmer than John was. Apparently he did know how bad things had been between Dwayne and he. Jimmy looked back with a scowl at his brother.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch. Jey just realises what a prick my husband his," John said smiling still. "In fact Jey, I'll let you have the pleasure of telling Dwayne the divorce papers will be with him soon enough."

"Will do, John," he said tipping his head at him and heading back to his room. Jimmy stood in front of John still with a threatening stance but John just laughed.

"You sure you two are brothers?" John asked before closing the door in his face.

John turned on the spot to see confused looks on Wade and Randy's faces. He quickly went to his phone and brought up the message from Dwayne to show them.

"Okay, Wade, handsome. I want to get some time with Ran today, do you mind?" John said stepping into his arms.

"That's fine, I need to hit the gym anyway," he said kissing him slightly.

"We staying in or going out?" Randy said as he tied the laces on his shoes.

"I thought we could go shopping," John said making Randy's face light up. "And as a present to the both of you. I'll let you play your stupid game to see who gets to punch out Jimmy if he's still stood outside the door."

"On three," they said together as they started the game.

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