My dear readers, who's up for some corny lines? No, seriously, you've been warned ;)
I want to thank everyone who has read this story and who commented and added it to their alert or favourite story... I cannot explain how much it means. Unfortunately the ending isn't as awesome as I had imagined it, but I hope you won't kill me. Sometimes stories are like life – nothing's perfect ;DDD
So, enough of this confused rant – I love you all, I love JADE and this is the last chapter!
Until the End of Time
Even from a distance they could hear the noises Cena caused, as they hurried through the corridors. They came closer and closer to their destination, when the rumbling and frustrated curses grew louder; Wade fingers were all sweaty, his heart was racing – he was barely breathing, he felt shocked and innerly frozen. Concerns raced through his confused head, despair mingled with hope, a thousand whispering voices edged him, so much that he thought he would go insane. He forced himself no to think, because he was afraid of finally losing control otherwise.
He almost ran down the hallway, seeing several people with tired and questioning faces, wearing their dressing gowns and pyjamas. A couple of older people were grumbling about the noise that obviously came from one of their hotel neighbour. Repeatedly several objects shattered and crashed inside the hotel room.
Finally Wade stood in front of the door, all out of breath, and knocked against the door loudly. His nerves were strung to breaking point; Dan watched the deadly serious expression on the Englishman's face, as sweat ran down his temple.
The silence was even scarier than the previous hubbub; Wade knocked again and called out.
"John, it's me!"
He felt the eyes of all guests in his neck and wished they would just disappear. Right now all he could and wanted to focus on was Cena. What if he had hurt himself? What, if he didn't let him in? After a moment of silence the door opened a crack . Wade hesitantly grabbed the doorknob and opened the wooden barrier that separated him from John. Without great thought he closed the door behind him, before Dan or anyone else could follow. At last the world outside was gone, and he was together with John again; caught in their personal hell, in their own heaven.
When he looked out for Cena, he found him in an environment of debris and destruction. His eyes flashed wildly, his hands were clenched to menacingly twitching fists, he was trembling all over. There were tears in his bloodshot eyes, he breathed quickly, almost hysterically.
"John...". Wade started, trying to explain everything, but his voice sounded so weak and toneless, talking was so tiring and exhausting. He had only eyes for Cena, who was as deadly and as irresistibly as an avenging angel, right in front of him – the source of chaos, the cure for every agony. He thought of all the sleepless nights, of the grief which had eaten him up for weeks. He had never wanted to hurt John, and he was speechless and awed about his anger and pain.
At a brisk pace he rapidly decreased the distance between them and carefully put his arms around Cena.
Cautiously, as if he was bargaining with a predator, he pulled John closer to his chest, didn't dare breathing, thinking or feeling; he didn't even allow himself feeling relieved of holding the beloved person in his arms again. The whole world seemed to hold its breath, to not exist for a while, when he waited to see what would happen next.
Very slowly and hesitantly, he noticed how Cena's body softened in his arms, how his breathing became calm and steady. Cena finally reacted to Wade's hug and responded by placing his hands on Wade's back and pulling him closer. His throat got rid of a suppressed, stifled sob that broke Wade's heart. Wearied he pressed Cena into a bone crushing embraced and rocked him in his arms, kissed the back of his head, stroked along his temple and back constantly.
It seemed as if they were in the eye of a hurricane – outside there was devastation, but here, in their embrace, they were safe from every evil.
Eventually they heard a timid knock from outside and they looked up.
"Guys, it's me, is everything in order?", Dan called through the door.
For the first time in weeks they looked into each other's eyes for an eternity and sunk in the pupil's depths of their lover. A gentle smile lit up Wade's features which Cena answered reassuringly. It seemed to Wade that Cena had become even more beautiful since the last time he had seen him... Even with tears in his eyes he managed to raise the most charming, most encouraging smile that Wade had ever seen. His heart pounded against his chest, he suddenly felt so light, weightless, as if on clouds...
"All is well, Dan", Cena said, nodding to Wade to receive the confirmation in his eyes. Suddenly Wade felt the tiredness and fatigue in his limbs again, after all the excitement that had troubled him so much.
"I'm so sorry John, I had no idea... I thought you had forgotten me...", Wade said and the words escaped him like water from a fountain, but Cena just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. With a wink he put his index finger upon Wade's lips in order to silence him. He looked deeply into the wide eyes of the Englishman, drowned in their unique beauty.
"It's all right. You're here...", he replied, and his voice was nothing more but a hoarse whisper. It made Wade's flesh crawl when John came closer and when his dark blue eyes beamed at him. His beguiling aroma filled the air, his warm lips softly touched the Briton's. With relish Wade closed his eyelids and devoted himself to the caresses John gave him. Finally he felt intoxicated again, dazed, happy – as if he could leap over mountains, fly to the clouds, embrace the sun...
Cena's hands closed around Wade's hips as they exchanged tender kisses; the older felt Wade's fingers on his face, how they stroked and framed it... He sighed into Wade's hot mouth and slightly pulled away from him.
Again they looked at each other for a long time, recognized the inside of the other, saw the man behind his physical shell, the person under who's spell they had fallen; and secretly they both knew that they had made the decision to never separate or lose sight of the other from now on. Too great was the desire to be together – there were no words that could express this feeling, how much they were attached to each other.
An intolerable burden fell off Wade's shoulders when he enfolded John in his arms, buried his face in Cena's shoulder and held the American. Cena responded with equal intensity and kissed Wade's neck, dug his fingernails into Wade's hips.
"I've missed you...", John whispered in his ears, whereupon Wade smiled gently.
…
A few moments later they were lying in bed, tangled up in each other. A little night lamp spread an orange warm light which gave the room a homely atmosphere. Wade held Cena blissfully in his arms and drowned in the endless realms of his sapphire blue eyes. Again and again a smiled flashed over John's face as he looked at Wade, intoxicated with love. Tenderly his fingers stroked the black hair from the forehead of the younger, traced the lines of his lips...
It felt so good to inhale Wade's scent again, that his heart began to flutter; to feel the warmth of the beloved, which protected him from from loneliness and coldness. He enjoyed feeling the security of his strong arms and feeling safe, saved from the world and his own inner demons.
Cena's finger slowly stroked along Wade's upper thigh, played with the hem of his short tracksuit pants. Suddenly he felt out an object in Wade's pocket, a kind of soft material. Puzzled, Cena produced the piece of tissue from Wade's pocked and looked dazedly into Wade's nervous face.
"What's that?", John asked and showed him his trove. Wade's cheeks reddened, he felt terribly embarrassed that Cena had found the evidence of their first night of love...
"That's...uh... a piece of bed sheet", he mumbled and ran his fingers through his hair. Cena frowned and looked at the small object in his palm.
"And why do you carry it around with yourself?"
Wade sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He knew he had some explaining to do.
"It's from our last night together... I had torn it off and taken it along..." Cena gave him thoughtful long glances, and it was hard to guess what was on his mind.
"It all just seemed to me so unreal... I was alone, you were no longer there. I wanted to remind myself that it had really happened, this thing among us. I was afraid of forgetting or going mad... So I needed something that would remind me of you... of us..."
A small smile crept to Cena's lips and he looked at Wade with shining eyes for thousand felt heartbeats.
"I dare say you're hopelessly in love with me...", he smiled confidently whereupon Wade had to smile too.
"I hope you didn't take anything else with you, for example body fluids or toilet paper."
Wade had to laugh out shorty; with a broad grin, he placed his huge warm hand upon Cena's cheek and looked him straight in the eye. Their faces were approaching, until they were able to perceive the breath of the other on their skin.
"You're right...", he whispered and gently kissed John's lops. A touched expression lay in Cena's eyes as he hung on Wade's every word, attentively listening.
"I'm hopelessly in love with you..."
Somewhere underneath the sheets John took Wade's hand, their fingers interlocked with each other gently. Stunned Wade noticed how John's eyes became watery, as he looked with a heartbreaking, deeply moved smile at the younger.
"I love you, Stuart Bennett", he croaked with a hoarse whisper and kissed Wade passionately. Surprised and touched at the same time, Wade was carried off by John's fire – if the world had ended in this moment he would have died with a smile on his lips. His stomach rumbled with joy, he felt as if wings would grow him out of sheer lightness. A bright, hot meteor shower of bliss poured over them.
Drunk with satisfaction, Wade lay awake the whole night, unable to stop smiling. John's naked body slept calmly in his arms. A shooting star grazed along the firmament, shining brighter than any other star that night. Wade's eyes followed it and secretly he voiced a desire, as custom demanded;
that he and John would stay together, forever – until the end of time.
As if the falling star had answered his wish it shone brightly once again when Wade's thoughts had ended, and burnt in the atmosphere.
THE END
