AN: I realized that I forgot the mention this, but to quell any fears that any of you have, yes I ment for John and Wade to not use a condom when they had sex in the last chapter. I'm not sure if any of you noticed, but just in case you did, I wanted to show that they are beginning to have deeper feelings for each other, that their relationship is becomming more important to both of them.
Anyway, on to this chapter. We are up to Bragging Rights now, so this should be fun. Also, I mention a particular youtube video at the beginning of this chapter that I found one afternoon when I was extreemly bored. I am pretty sure I did a good job of describing it, but in case I didn't, go to youtube and type "randy orton john cena ovw" into the search. Make sure you click on the one that is 9:54 long. If you've seen it, great. If you haven't, then you should. You will have a whole new view on how rediculously funny John was and still is. Hopefully you enjoy the moment when it is mentioned. Thanks upfront for any reviews y'all leave. They always brighten my day. Naw mean? (Please forgive my poor attempt to use Heath's phrase, it is just so funny, I couldn't help it!)
Chapter 8:
That Wasn't Supposed to Happen
John woke with a start, the next morning. He knew when he fell asleep that he was on his back with Wade on his arm. Now, when he slowly opened his eyes, he was staring a bite mark on Wade's collar bone, and realized he was lying on top of him. John flexed his arms, feeling that one was under him and the other was draped over Wade's shoulder, fingers laced in his soft curls. The hand under his chest was asleep, but when he wiggled his fingers, trying to get the blood flowing again, he realized they were laced with Wade's. John closed his eyes, snuggling closer to the man under him, loving the feel of Wade's strong hand on his back. If it were up to him, John would have stayed there all day.
As it happened, it wasn't up to John, as the alarm began to ring. "Shut it off," Wade grumbled from below.
John reluctantly rolled off Wade in an attempt to get the chirping phone. Once he had hit it enough times to shut the noise off, he rolled onto his side and stared at Wade, head propped up on his elbow.
"I can feel your eyes, John," Wade said with a small smile, his eyes still closed.
John didn't respond, but reached out to run his hands along the face before him, brushing a few stray hairs back. He really could get used to seeing this side of Wade-the softer side-every morning.
"We have to get up, don't we?" Wade asked, opening his eyes and turning on his side; clearly not pleased with the idea of not being asleep anymore.
"Not quite yet," John said with a smile. "I set the alarm a little early, so you would have more time to wake up."
"That might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," Wade said returning the smile. "I will have to ask you never to be that girly again."
"Well sorry," he said turning to get out of bed, "but seeing as you had a hard time waking up yesterday, I thought I would do something nice and give you a few more minutes of sleep. I guess I was wrong."
Wade realized that he had said something wrong and, reaching for him, pulled John to his chest. Laying soft kisses on his cheek and neck, Wade said, "I'm sorry. I guess my humor isn't in top form this early in the morning."
"I didn't think it was funny." John was trying to stay mad, but it was hard when Wade's lips were moving over his skin. "I hate that I can't stay mad at you," he said, finally giving in and cracking a smile.
Wade turned onto his back, rolling John onto his side, so the older man could rest his head on his shoulder. They laid there for a few minutes, not saying anything, enjoying the heat of the body next to them.
"If you knew what Otunga wanted," John said breaking the silence, turning his hips to drape a leg over one of Wade's, "why did you stop me yesterday?"
"Well I saw how mad you were when you hit him without pulling back and I knew you would really hurt him if you wanted to." John looked up at him, still confused by his actions. "I had to stop you. I thought you were going to punch the thread out of his sweatshirt."
"He wasn't wearing a sweat…" John started before he finally got it. "Oh my God," he said in an exasperated tone. "How did you find it?" John was turning red with embarrassment at the thought of any of his fellow WWE Superstars seeing the video someone had posted on youtube. It had to be the most ridiculous video that existed of his days in OVW.
It was a video of him and Randy Orton on his last day before he moved up to the WWE. John, then called 'The Prototype', was challenging Randy to a match. Randy was in street clothes and John had said 'I'm gonna beat the thread outa ya sweatshirt, punk' at one point. As funny as some of his more overzealous fans seemed to think it was, John thought of it as his most embarrassing moment caught on film.
Wade could hardly contain his laughter, seeing John turn a million shades of red. "A fan tweeted it to me saying I could use it to make fun of you. Never thought I could, until now." He looked down at John, who had turned his eyes to face him. "Don't worry, I didn't show anyone else. I do have to say," Wade said placing a hand on the other man's butt cheek, giving it a slight squeeze, "I did rather enjoy seeing you in trunks. Those jean shorts hide that beautiful ass of yours."
John had to smile seeing how funny Wade thought the situation was. He had to admit it was a funny video.
With only a few days until Bragging Rights, the entire WWE roster was buzzing. To keep the surprise, not many people, outside of those directly involved, were told who was gaining or losing any given title. They all knew how to keep a secret, but not telling anyone made the reactions better.
That excitement even extended to The Nexus locker room. David Otunga knew he couldn't tell any of the other guys that by the end of the pay-per-view, he would be a title holder, but it was getting harder to contain his excitement.
"So," Heath Slater asked, before a house show, the Friday before the big event, "you ready to win that belt?" The red-head threw up his hand, waiting for a high-five.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Otunga said, ignoring Heath's outstretched hand. "Is there even a doubt in anyone's mind that I can win, even if I have to team with the purple shirted idiot?"
John looked up, glancing at Otunga, sighed. "It isn't as if I want to team with you either." John added under his breath, "You little shit."
Apparently, he was a little too loud because Otunga shot up off the bench he was sitting on, and got up in John's space. "What the fuck did you just call me?"
"Nothing," John replied with a smirk. "You must be hearing things." He looked over at the other guys and saw that they were all holding in their laughter.
"No, I heard you call me a little shit."
John stood up and put his hands up to back Otunga down. "Whoa there, killer, it was just a joke."
Otunga shoved John back into the lockers, hard enough to leave a dent where Cena's head was. Just then, Wade walked through the door. The younger man instantly backed off when he looked over his shoulder to see who it was.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Wade demanded as he saw Otunga backing away from John, who was rubbing the back of his head.
"Just teaching Cena that if he doesn't have anything nice to say, he should keep his fucking mouth shut." The look that Otunga was giving Wade was a fierce as it could be; almost like he was attempting a mental knock-out punch.
David watched his leader's face for any sign that he was upset at this attack. Wade's face betrayed nothing, but Otunga couldn't resist throwing another verbal jab. "Was it wrong of me to do so, oh leader of mine?" The venom in his voice could be felt by everyone in the room, even Harris and McGillicutty, who were not known for being very bright.
Wade had to consider how to answer. He had to be careful about what he said, not wanting to let on that he was thinking about killing Otunga for what he was doing. "No, but I will not tell you again. O, if there is any punishment for wrong doing on Cena's part, I will be the one to decide what it is."
Otunga had to swallow the bile that rose in his throat at the though of what kind of punishment Wade would choose for Cena. "Dually noted."
As soon as he was sure that everyone was paying attention to him and not Otunga, Wade began to explain what the plan was for that night's show. It was, again going to be Justin and Heath teaming together, this time against Santino and Kozlov. The biggest difference was that Otunga and Cena were going to fight against one another. Wade didn't want this match to happen. It had come down from much higher than the ring wranglers that usually filled in the gaps when the wrestlers couldn't come up with good matches on their own. He knew that Otunga wouldn't seriously injure John, it being so close to a pay-per-view, but he couldn't help thinking that the younger man wouldn't hold back as much as he should.
When he informed John and Otunga of the match, Otunga was almost gleeful. After Wade had told John that he was to loose the match, Otunga had walked out of the room. No other talk of the match had taken place, and the lack of preparation had made Wade nervous.
Watching the match, from ring side, just confirmed Wade's suspicions. Otunga was just a hair off brutal, kicking and punching and slamming with more force than was necessary, but still not at full tilt. It was all Wade could do not to jump in the ring and stand between John and Otunga. He had to force a smirk when Otunga threw John out of the ring, right at Wade's feet. It was at that moment that he just about lost it, until he saw the smile on John's face. Once those dimples flashed his way, he knew John was okay.
A few minuets later, Otunga pinned John, ending the fight. Wade rushed to the center of the ring to raise Otunga's hand in victory. He looked down at the younger man and saw the most vicious smirk plated on his face. The look said 'I just kicked his ass, and there was nothing you could do about it'. Wade wasn't sure what it meant, but he knew it wasn't good.
The excitement of the past few days came to a head that Sunday, at Bragging Rights. There were so many good fights happening that night, that despite his own trepidation, John was a little excited himself. He would be winning the Tag Team Title with David Otunga, so at least he knew the younger man wouldn't be trying to kick his ass. The look he was getting from the kid as they waited in Gorilla to go out into the ring said differently. John could tell that if it were up to Otunga, he would beat his ass right now and take the title for his own.
The match started out in John's favor, only because Otunga was having his ass handed to him by Cody and Drew. John had to fight back smiles every time the younger man got kicked and punched.
Finally, Otunga got away, and tagged John in. He just stood there for a few seconds, but jumped in when he saw the anger rise in Otunga's eyes. It wasn't that he was scared of him, he just didn't want to start anything with his reluctant team mate.
John was doing fine for a while, throwing punches and kicks, fending off Cody and Drew, but still Otunga wanted in, screaming 'Tag me in!' over and over again while John responded with, 'I got this'.
Eventually, when his frustration got the better of him, Otunga jumped in the ring. "Oh, you got this?" Otunga looked like he wanted to kill John. "Tag me in, damn it!"
Because of this distraction, Cody came up from behind and attacked John. After a few good punches, he tagged Drew in. It wasn't long before John gained the upper hand again, going in for the five-knuckle shuffle. Before he did, John performed 'you can't see me' to Otunga and not Drew, causing the younger man's anger to rise even higher.
Drew recovered and tagged Cody in. John let Cody think he had the upper hand, before knocking him down and curling him into the STF. Quicker than he thought, Cody tapped out. John immediately let go of the kid, remaining on the mat, too tired to get up right away.
He looked over at Otunga. The kid was practically jumping up and down, he was so happy to have a title. Somehow he managed to grab both belts from the ref, and holding them up high in the air, acted like he alone had won them. It irritated John to no end, seeing how arrogant the kid was. Even Randy in his earlier days wasn't that arrogant and he had talent.
Otunga practically threw the belt at John, who was still grinning. Without warning, and knowing that he could get in big trouble, John dropped his belt, and lifted Otunga over his shoulders. With some effort, due to the mild beating he had just taken, John threw the younger man's legs into the air and slammed him on to the mat. He could feel the crowd's screams of excitement at seeing a vicious Attitude Adjustment vibrating in his bones.
John only had a little over an hour to prepare for the next match. He knew he wasn't going to be involved that much, but this match was more of an emotional test rather than a physical one. He wasn't able to talk to Randy since the details had been worked out between them and Wade, but he had had heard that the Viper had been in a worse mood than normal.
To top is all off, Wade was livid at Otunga and his behavior during the tag team match. John had received a small lecture for the AA to Otunga, but that was only after Wade reluctantly allowed the younger man a few good punches when the team got back to the locker room. No one else seemed to care about the break in storyline; in fact a few of the other wrestlers congratulated John more for his finisher than the title win.
In the few minutes he and Wade waited in Gorilla, John threw silent prayers to what ever deity he could think of for Randy to keep his cool. The moment when the three of them met in the little area behind the ramp, John knew his prayers would fall on silent ears. There was a look in Randy's eyes that John hadn't seen since his fight with Orton in 2009. He usually reserved his harshest of looks for the crowd, but when John saw the glare, colder than usual, being pointed in Wade's direction, he knew this fight wasn't going to be pretty.
Orton knew he was going to have the title at the end of the night, but having that wasn't enough. This fight was different. Tonight, it was personal.
For the benefit of the crowd, Wade took the mic and reiterated the 'firing' clause of the match. With that out of the way, both men started circling each other, waiting for the other to make the first move, and all John could do was watch from a spot next to the announcer's tables. When Randy made it to the corner closest to John, he turned his head to throw his icy glare at him. John had to keep control of his expressions as he stared back at his friend. There was something in his eyes that John couldn't quite understand.
The fight began with both men latching on to each others head and shoulders, pushing against the other like rams do. John watched as they threw each other around the ring, dominance going back and forth between them.
Randy turned around and yelled in John's direction. John could almost see the foam coming from the younger man's mouth. Randy turned his attention back to Wade, throwing him across the ring into the opposite corner, knocking him to the mat.
Wade managed to get up, kicked Randy hard in the stomach, and threw him out of the ring. Randy landed on his feet, quickly stumbling towards John, who finally got what was going on. Randy still wanted John, and this fight had just turned into a fight for the Champ, at least to Randy. It scared John to see his friend like this. He had been on the receiving end of this much emotion from Randy during their feud in 2009, and it scared him even more for Wade, who had to endure the rest of the match. John wasn't sure if Randy would be able to stick to the plan of letting John get him DQed.
Wade stood in the ring and watched this silent war of looks, and realized the same thing John did. Now all the anger coming off of his opponent in waves made sense. His own anger was rising. Anger brought on by the fear that this whole match could go to hell in a hand basket if Randy had it his way.
Wade took back control of the match with renewed vigor. That didn't last long, though as one of his throws helped Randy explode from the corner, countering with a brutal clothes-line, knocking Wade to the mat. John watched on, hiding his horror as Randy jumped, not once, but twice, hitting Wade with flying knees straight to the chest and shoulder.
The fight progressed with neither man pulling punches or kicks. John was having a hard time watching his best friend and the man he cared very deeply for go at each other in such a violent way, especially when the fight moved right in front of him.
With every smash of the Brits head against the steel steps, Randy screamed out at John, as if he wanted to say, 'I can't believe you would pick him!' At that moment, John wanted so much to end the fight, but attacking Randy would get Wade DQed, so he moved as far away from the fighting men as he could
Back in the ring, a few chin locks and sleeper holds later, Randy managed to grab Wade around the ribs and lifted him into the air, throwing both their bodies to the mat with enough force to knock the wind out of the younger man. Randy didn't care how much it had hurt him, just as long as Wade was in pain.
Both men rolled out of the ring, holding their heads. Randy stumbled over to Wade, throwing punches, pushing the fight closer to John.
John could see from Randy that this was a serious fight and when he glanced at Wade, he saw the same feral look.
John began to get more and more concerned when Wade started throwing nearly full force, bare knuckle style punches at Randy, knocking him to the mat once again. Wade went for the pin, saying loud enough for only Randy to hear, "Just give it up already." Wade knew that he wasn't going to get the title at the end of the match, but he was getting sick and tired of Randy's attitude in trying to turn it into a fight for John.
John could feel the frustration and anger rolling off Wade, watching him beat the mat, as Randy kicked out of another attempt to pin the man. It almost seemed as if they had mutually decided to throw the story line out the window in their attempt to beat the shit out of each other. Title be damned, someone was leaving this arena on a stretcher.
Wade stayed in control for a while, doing all he could to pin Randy or get him to submit, but nothing worked. The Viper kicked out of every pin, slithered out of every submission hold that Wade threw at him, waiting for his moment to strike.
That moment came when Randy was able to land a drop kick right to Wade's chest. He pulled the younger man's upper body back through the ropes, setting up a DDT. Somehow, Wade managed to get out of it, and threw all his body weight into Randy, who hit the ref, knocking him down.
Sensing this might be the end, John got up on the apron, only to be knocked down when Randy threw Wade into him.
Just as Randy performed a brutal back breaker to Wade, The Nexus ran out. If anything could create more anger in Randy, they had done the trick. He tried his best to fend them off, but once Wade was back on his feet, there wasn't much he could do, but try to protect himself.
Without warning, John jumped into the ring and attacked The Nexus. Not only was he royally pissed, as this was not a planed Nexus intervention, but he was just fed up with all the bullshit. He managed to get the all out of the ring before Wade rounded on him. He fell out of the ring when he realized the ref was coming to.
Randy, so full of rage and anger at just about every living soul near the ring, took control of the match, knocking Wade down with another vicious clothes-line. Pulling him into position, he managed to perform a perfect DDT, before falling to the mat.
John watched as the Viper coiled, and knew that this was the moment when he had to intervene; truly the only moment when could. Slowly he climbed through the ropes. Just as Wade was getting to his feet, John rushed around Randy, and pulled Wade into an AA. He locked eyes with Randy and mouthed 'what the fuck are you doing?'
Even though he knew it was coming, Randy couldn't believe what he saw. He stared at John in wonder as Wade writhed in pain on the mat. He couldn't understand why John looked so angry at him.
John knew he was about to get RKO'd, but he didn't care, he was just glad the fight was over. As he made his way back up the ramp he turned around to see Randy giving Wade an RKO as well. The sight almost stopped his heart. There was no reason for the brutality the three of them had been a part of tonight. The fight had turned out the way it was supposed to, Randy still had his title, John still had a job. But despite all that, they had all lost something in that ring.
John was beyond angry as he paced the halls of the arena. He had peeked in on Wade being looked over by a trainer, but didn't think it would be a good idea to stay. He wanted so much to talk to Wade, but now was not the time. He had to find Randy, sooner rather than later. On his way to check if Randy was back in his locker room yet, he saw The Nexus. God, how he wanted to know why they had tried to get in the middle.
Finally, after the third time checking, Randy answered when John knocked on his locker room door. Randy was still amped up from the fight, but his harsh look melted slightly when he say how angry John was.
John shut the door behind him, and stared at Randy. There was so much going on in his head, so many questions he wanted to ask, that he didn't know where to begin. The tension was coming off of him in waves. He watched as Randy went back to taking his ring gear off. the nonchalance with which he unlaced his boots and removed his knee pads, just made John's anger rise. It was almost as if the man had no idea what John was here for, had no idea that he had done anything wrong.
After a few minuets, even Randy couldn't ignore the enraged man standing over him, try as he might. "What?" he asked raising his eyes in defiance, to match John's glare.
It took John a few seconds to form the right words. "'What?' 'What?' is all you have to say?" His voice was shaking with all the pent up emotion he hadn't been able to show in the ring. Still no response from Randy, which only fueled the fire in John. "I don't even know how to respond to what I, what millions of people, just witnessed."
Randy had been trying to hold back. His fight that night had been with Barrett, not John, but the idea of them together was too much to handle when John was there in front of him.
Waiting for him to respond, John had turned around, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Randy, what the fuck was that all about?"
Randy snapped. He shot up off the bench and grabbed John's arm, whirling him around to face him. "Why him?" His was breathing fast, trying to calm down, but nothing was working. "Why did it have to be him?"
John was not at all surprised that this was coming out, not after the fight he had just seen. "Is that what this was all about?" John tried to pull away from the younger man, but his hand was like a vice around his arm.
"God damn it, John, why him?"
After pulling so hard he was sure that he had left skin attached to Randy's hand, John got away. "Being jealous is no excuse, no fucking excuse at all, for what happened in that ring. Four days ago, you were fine with it," he said, moving back a few steps. "What changed?"
"I hated him then, and I fucking hate him now," Randy replied, matching John's icy look. "I just don't understand what he has that I didn't." Randy moved closer to John. "Why couldn't you be with me?"
"Can we not do this again," John said with another sigh, as he sat down on a bench, putting his head in his hands. "I was too young to know how I felt about you then. I couldn't admit that I was gay or bi or whatever." He looked up at his friend as he spoke, trying to read his expressions. The face looking back betrayed no emotions. "I was scared, Randy. Scared of what I felt, scared of what would happen to our careers, but most of all scared of what it would do to our friendship."
Randy had heard all this before. It didn't make sense then, and it sure as hell didn't make sense now. They had known each other for over ten years. They were the best of friends. John had to know how much Randy cared about him.
"You got married and I thought you were moving on. I let it all go when that happened, even though, I think at the time, I might have been ready. When you got divorced I was with someone, and I saw how that killed you. We almost lost the friendship we had created over it."
"I know but think of how good it could be-us together." Randy crossed the room, really just to have something to do.
"I can't and you know that. I'm sorry. You don't know how sorry I am at all the pain my fear has caused you. You're my best friend. I fucked up. I was so scared. I let the chance slip through my fingers, and I am so sorry."
Randy finally saw the pained expression on John's face. "I hate that word, even from you it means nothing," he said looking away again.
"God damn it Randy, what do you want me to say? 'Fuck Wade, I wanna be with you'? I can't do that and you know it."
"How could you be with him after what he has done to you?" Randy was near bursting.
"I didn't choose to love him, Randy. It just happened."
As soon as the word 'love' came out of John's mouth, Randy quit pacing the room. It was as if all the wind had been knocked out of his lungs.
"I don't know how it happened, and I don't care. I love him, maybe more than I have ever loved anyone before."
"John, please…" Randy instantly knew how mean he was being.
"No, Randy, no please. What I saw in that ring was about as necessary as, as well, I don't know what. But it should have never happened. Neither of you were pulling punches. I am surprised no one was seriously hurt."
"I'm sorry," Randy said with pained expression.
"I don't know what to say to you right now." John got up from the bench he was on and walked towards the door.
Randy managed to vault the benches between him and John, grabbing on to the older man's arm once again. "John, stop." He tried to pull away. "God damn it, just listen to me."
John turned around to stare into the eyes of his friend. "What?"
"John, I'm sorry. Yes I knew you were with Wade, and I believed you the other night when you said you were happy. But you have to understand where I am coming from. I was trying to get over thinking of what we could have had. I thought I almost had." John was still glaring at him. "Then I saw how happy you were, with another man, and I lost control. I was so angry at you for not being able to admit your feelings for me, and I guess I thought that if I fought hard enough, showed you that Wade was not the right guy for you, then you would be with me."
John ripped his arm out of Randy's grasp, but didn't say anything. Randy turned his face away. "John, I am so sorry."
"I see that now," John said, finally realizing that Randy meant what he was saying. "I don't know what to say. What happened in that ring was a vicious beating that did not need to happen. You knew how I felt about Wade and still you did it."
"I can't stand what he has done to you." Randy could fell the anger rising again at the mention of the man's name.
"You don't know him…"
"And I don't care to," Randy interrupted.
"Fine, you two don't have to be friends, I don't care. I still love you like a brother, despite what you've done. I know you're sorry, just as I know there is a heart deep in that cold exterior of yours. Because of that, I know that you'll leave Wade alone, for me. What happened tonight can never, and will never, happen again."
Randy looked at John, knowing he meant what he said. "Do you understand? You have to leave him alone, for me, your friend."
"Fine." Randy hated that John still had so much power over him. As the two men hugged, Randy knew that, just for John, he would not retaliate against Wade Barrett anymore, as much as he wanted to.
By the time John made it back to the trainer's room, finding it empty, and then The Nexus locker room, Wade was nowhere to be found. John asked around, wanting to know if anyone had seen him; no one had. He could only hope that he would be back at the hotel. John wasn't sure what kind of mood Wade would be in, but he was pretty sure it wouldn't be good.
Only a short time later, John walked up to the younger mans room. He didn't know why, but he was scared to knock-scared to see how the man on the other side had taken the night's events.
Before he could muster the courage to knock, the door swung open. Wade stood against the door, arms folded as he looked at John. He was shirtless, allowing John to see the bruises blossoming on his chest and arms.
"Can I come in?" John asked, sheepishly. Wade moved out of the way as John moved to sit on the bed. They stared at each other for a long time. Finally, John averted his eyes, looking at the floor.
"Tell me you didn't know," Wade said, breaking the silence. "Please try to explain to me that you didn't know Randy still loved you." His eyes bore into John as his voice became more acidic. "Try hard enough, and I may just believe you."
"I swear, Wade, I had no idea."
"Are you really that blind John?" Wade was loosing the battle against lashing out at the other man. "You can honestly say that, every time Randy looks at you, you can't see that he's undressing you in his mind?"
John looked up at the younger man. He had never felt so small in his life. He knew Wade would be mad after what he just went through, but he had no idea that anger would be directed at him. As upset as he was at himself, he couldn't help but turn that towards Wade. "No, I didn't know. What the fuck do you want me to say, Wade?" John was now standing, moving to be only inches away from the other man. "That I knew my best friend was still in love with me, and that I knowingly let the man I so deeply care about walk into a fight with said friend, knowing he was most likely going to get his ass handed to him?"
"I did not get my ass handed to me!"
"Well you were pretty fucking close!" John was at the end of his rope. He wanted so much to tell Wade he was sorry, that he loved him, but he didn't know if he could. "What was I supposed to do? Jump in there and hold him off?"
"You could have warned me; told me I was going in there with a deranged, insanely jealous man, hell bent on taking me out of the picture."
"God damn it, Wade. I didn't know!" John let out a loud sigh, realizing that yelling was not getting them anywhere. "Maybe I was blind. I thought Randy was over me, but I was wrong. I didn't see it, and I'm sorry." He let his body relax, as the stress of the day fell out of him. He sat on the bed, and hung his head. "How was I supposed to see it with you in my head?"
Wade was still angry, but when he saw the look on John's face-how upset and sad he was-he couldn't help but melt. "Tell me you don't want him, tell me! You have so much history with him, and everyone knows how much he loved and still loves you. Every time he looks at you, its there." Wade wanted to tell John how he felt, he just didn't know how. "Can you now see why I am so jealous?"
"Fine, I'll admit it. I was blind. This is all my fault." John was done fighting. "That entire fight was all my fault. The reason why you will be covered in bruises is because I couldn't see that Randy was still in love with me." Wade stared at John in disbelief as he continued. "How could I have seen any of that with you filling every waking thought? I don't want him. God help me, Wade, I love you."
It was at that moment that Wade knew how he felt for John. The pained look he saw in the man's face was something he never wanted to see. He knew he loved John the second he knew he never wanted to hurt him again.
Wade knelt before John and reached his hand out to grasp his chin, slowly lifting it to look in his eyes. Wade searched the older man's sad expression. He leaned in for a kiss, hesitating, before pressing their lip together. He tired as hard as he could to display all his emotions, everything he felt, in that kiss. He wanted John to know how much he cared. He just didn't know how to show it.
John slowly reacted to the most passionate kiss he had ever received, moving his hands to Wade's shoulders. The gentle way in which Wade's tongue brushed his bottom lip, had John moaning softly. There was a different quality to the kiss the two men shared. It was filled with unspoken desires to be as close to one another as possible.
They broke the kiss, both breathing heavily for a few seconds before joining at the lips once again. They explored each others mouths and skin almost as if they could never really feel each other fully.
John stood, pulling Wade with him, pulling their bodies together, tighter than he thought possible. It was almost as if they were trying to melt into each other. They stood kissing for a few minutes, tongues darting in and out of the others mouth, in a beautiful dance filled with all the desire they each possessed.
To Wade, it seemed like hours, so great was his need to really feel John. He began to pull the other man's shirt up, replacing the cotton with his own skin. He loved how the hot skin stretched over hard muscles felt, and needed to be as close to John as he could. They broke the kiss long enough for him to pull the shirt off, before pulling close again.
The kiss they managed this time should have singed their remaining clothes off, as hot and passionate as it was. Recognizing the need in the other, each began to slowly remove each other's pants, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping, until they were mashed together from knee to mouth.
Wade began to kiss a path from John's mouth to his ear, and down the smooth, slightly salty skin of his shoulder. There was no better feeling to him than brushing his cheek against the man in front of him; no better smell than his skin; no better taste than his mouth.
John took a step backwards, and fell on the bed, pulling Wade on top. He moaned as Wade attacked his neck and chest with his mouth, grazing his teeth along this flesh, following each bite up with the softest of kisses. Running his hands down the younger man's back, he took handfuls of his ass and pulled their groins together. Wade gasped out in pleasure at the feeling of John's fingers biting into his aching muscles. He didn't know if the burn he felt all over was caused by the beating he had received, or from John's hands, but he didn't care.
Both men struggled to breathe at the sensation of their aching cocks rubbing together, silky flesh brushing silky flesh. John moaned out again when Wade latched on to one of his nipples, licking nipping and blowing all over the tender nub. He bucked his hips up again and again, in wordless cries to have his lover touch him in the most intimate of ways.
Wade was at the end of his tether. He felt his skin was ablaze with all of John's touches. His mouth was full of his taste, his nostrils filled with his smell, his heart full of love, however unspoken it was. There was only one thing missing.
John reached his hand out and grasped the bottle of lube on the nightstand, and handed it to Wade, using his other hand to grasp Wade's cock. "God I need you so much," John moaned out, barely able to breathe.
Wade shook his head, eliciting a questioning look from the man below him. "I need you so much more, John." Wade placed his hands on either side of John's face and kissed him for all he was worth. Curling his tongue into every space of John's mouth, Wade moved his hands down his neck, slick with sweat, to rest on his muscular shoulders. Grasping with some force, Wade turned over onto his back, pulling John on top of him. "I need to feel you completely." It took everything he had to give over the last shred of his control when it came to his relationship with John, to be vulnerable. "I want you to fuck me," he said closing John's hand around the bottle of lube.
John was a little taken aback. He was so unsure of himself when it came to what he had with Wade, and this request had to mean that Wade really cared for him, possibly even loved him. He broke their kiss, and began to kiss a path down the firm chest of the man under him, stopping to pay special attention to each taut nipple as it begged for his attention.
Wade opened his legs, as John sat up with a worried look on his face. It wasn't as if John scared, he just knew this was a big deal and he wanted it to be perfect for Wade; perfect for them. He leaned down, placing kisses on Wade's lower abs, running his tongue along the patch of skin just above his groin, loving the frustrated moans coming from the younger man's mouth as he ignored his hard shaft.
Wade saw the worry in his lover's eye's and knew that a small part of it was also in his own. He was giving a huge part of himself to John and he was scared of what that might do. He hated the idea of being vulnerable, but somehow knowing that John was there, that it was John who was making him moan and writhe in pleasure, made the loss of control okay.
John moved his mouth to Wade's hip bones, lavishing the area in nips is kisses before moving on to his toned legs. Starting at his knee, John left a trail of kisses on the sensitive skin, licking the crease of Wade's inner thigh. The moans and gasps coming from the younger man only caused John to become harder than he thought possible.
"Please, John," Wade managed to get out through his frustration. "This feels so good, but you gotta stop teasing." John could hear how short of breathe Wade was, and loved that he had this affect on the man.
Finally, taking pity on the man, John began to lay soft kisses around the base of Wade's cock, as he let his fingers gloss over the smooth skin of his thighs, light as the caresses of a butterfly's wing. Taking his time, he ran is tongue around the skin of his lover's aching shaft, on his way to the throbbing head.
"John," Wade gasped out when he felt the older man engulf his length in his mouth, slowly beginning to bob up and down. Wade dug his fingers into the sheets, letting out yeat another moan dripping with lust. He felt so good, his skin tingling all over, he knew it wouldn't be long before he came.
John took Wade in and out of his mouth slowly, adding a soft hum to the mix. He reached his hand down and began to message the younger man's balls, being careful not to use too much pressure. He knew how close Wade was to the edge, and while there was nothing sexier than seeing him in the throws of an intense orgasm, John wanted this night to last as long as possible.
Going against everything his body and mind were telling him, Wade somehow breathed out, "John…So close…Need you to…" John's hum went down in pitch, causing Wade to lose his thoughts, so deep was the pleasure he was feeling. "Oh God! I need you…Want you inside me."
John stopped what he was doing, smiling slightly at the abandonment displayed by the man in front of him. It was a side of Wade that he had never seen before but one he could defiantly get used to. Finding the bottle of lube, he opened it, and squeezing some into his hand, covering his first few digits in the slick liquid.
Slowly, John inserted one finger into Wade's tight entrance, loving the look it brought to the younger man's face. He moved in and out a few times before adding a second finger, pulling in and out, stretching Wade. He looked up and couldn't help but fall deeper for the man before him. The body lying in front of him was covered in a fine mist of sweat and writhing under his ministrations. John was overcome at the beauty that was Wade.
"John, please!" Wade gasped out as John curled his fingers up, finding his inner sweet spot, brushing against it as he pulled in and out. "Please, I need you."
John was beside himself with the need to feel Wade in any way. He removed his fingers and squeezed a little more lube on Wade as well as his own aching cock. He crawled back up to capture Wade's lips in another skin searing kiss, curling his tongue into every corner of his mouth, letting Wade taste himself on his tongue.
Bracing his hands on either side of Wade's head, John slowly pushed inside of his awaiting lover, letting out a low groan. It had been a long time since John had been inside anyone, but being with Wade was a whole new experience. He knew that in that moment, he would never be closer, never be more in tune with any future lover. He knew, right then, that he truly never wanted another lover.
Wade gasped as John slowly pushed inside, all the way in. He had been with other men before, but this time, he felt different. He wasn't the young submissive boy he had been with them. This time, when he bottomed, he wanted it, more than he thought he ever would.
John began to pull in and out, slowly at first, studying every look on Wade's face, making sure he was okay. The eyes that stared back at him were full of passion. Each of his thrusts were accompanied by a breathy moan or a deep growl and John wondered how much longer he would last, hearing the desire in the younger man's voice.
Wade wanted more than anything to make this feeling last, but he was about to combust with the need to release. He ran his hands down John's back, loving the feel of the sweat covered skin below his fingers. A growl of pleasure came out of John's slightly opened mouth when Wade took a hold of his ample butt in an attempt to pull John deeper inside him. "Please John, faster," Wade breathed out before capturing John's mouth with his own, each pouring all the desire they possessed into the kiss that could have burned the building down.
Taking pity on them both, John picked up the pace, moving his hips faster, pulling in and out of Wade. He couldn't get over how good it felt to be inside Wade, but nothing could compare to the feeling, to the knowledge that he wanted him there.
"This feels so good," Wade said through gasps for air, bucking his hips to meet every one of John's thrusts. As good as it may feel, he could tell that John was holding back. "Don't hold back, John." Wade was coming undone by what John was doing, but seeing John fully let go would make it all the more amazing. "Fuck me John. Oh God, harder!"
Gathering up all the strength he had, John let go and began to pound into Wade, over and over again, hitting his inner sweet spot with each movement. Each of John's thrusts brought both men closer and closer to the edge. Each time John pulled out it was almost as if the moan that escaped from Wade's lips was a cry of frustration at the separation. Each time John slammed back in, the gasp was one of contentment at being back together again.
"Oh fuck, Wade, you feel so good," John pushed out of his quivering lips, hardly able to form the thoughts necessary to speak. He breathing was as shallow and as quick as the man below him. "So close."
"Come for me, John," Wade moaned out as he felt John's muscles start to shake beneath his hands.
John wanted so much to come, but he wanted Wade right there with him. He shifted all his weight onto one arm, and used the other one to grasp Wade's aching cock between their bodies, moving his hand up and down the sensitive skin in time with his hips.
Wade was overcome with pleasure. The man he saw above him was as beautiful as he had ever been, eyes screwed shut with the effort he was displaying, skin covered with sweat. Staring into the baby blue of John's eyes, Wade knew he loved him, he knew there would never be another who could so deeply embed themselves in his heart the way that John had.
They locked eyes and lips, gasping and growling as they both fell over the cliff of absolute ecstasy together. They cried out each others names as wave after wonderful wave of pleasure crashed into every nerve of their bodies, every inch of their souls. They had become one in that moment, bonding in a way that only true lovers can.
Wade coated his and John's stomach as his cock twitched through the greatest pleasure he had ever experienced. As he relaxed his well sated body, John continued to thrust until he had emptied himself inside of the younger man.
John fell on top of Wade, in a heap of drenched skin and tired muscles. They laid there are what seemed like hours, though it was only minutes, John still inside of Wade. Neither seemed inclined to break their contact. Finally, John rolled off of Wade, who took the opportunity to go into the bathroom to get cleaned up. He returned with a warm washcloth to wipe his essence off of his exhausted lover, loving the smile that their activities had brought to John's face.
When Wade returned from taking the cloth back to the sink, he was struck with the beauty of the scene that met his eyes. John was lying on his back, sheets kicked down to his feet, one hand behind his head, other arm stretched out, waiting for Wade to return. It almost brought a tear to his eye. There would never be another for him and he knew it.
He had never known that it was possible to give himself completely to another, but that night he knew he had. He didn't care that he had given up the last of his control, for he had done it knowing that it would be well taken care of. Wade felt whole, lying there in John's strong arms. He felt like nothing could ever touch them, nothing could ever break them apart; nothing could ever hurt them.
