When they got back to the hotel, everyone went their separate ways promising to meet up in the lobby again around ten. Mark, Glen, and Batista decided to take naps while Adam and Randy headed straight for the pool. Morrison decided that he needed to run to the mall to get new sunglasses. Carlito was only too happy to tag along since he had a hot mystery date. Shawn and Cena however, headed back to their room. Neither was in the mood to really talk and even though there was still awkward tension between them, neither one would engage in conversation for fear of a repeat of the morning's fiasco.
Shawn kicked off his shoes and plopped on his bed, his I-Pod blaring music in his ears. Cena whipped out his lap top and began checking his messages. He logged into his yahoo and saw that Maria had sent him a sweet E-Card that said 'I miss you'. She's such a sweet girl, but I just don't know. Do I like her enough to really commit? He chanced a glance at Shawn who was staring off in space. I wonder what's on his mind…Cena let out a sigh as he closed his lap top putting it away. Then he laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling because he had no idea what to make of the entire situation. What the hell is wrong with me? I really shouldn't care about Shawn but it's hard not to care when he's going to be your tag team partner for the next month or so. I wish…I don't know what I wish.
"Hey Cena?" Cena turned his head and saw that Shawn had removed his earphones. He was now propped on his side staring straight at Cena, his long hair nestled comfortably against the side of his face.
"Yeah?"
"So I've been doing some thinking about tonight's outing. I can't believe I agreed to go with those lunatics to a gay bar. Are you going?" Cena just stared at Shawn in disbelief. They had been awkwardly sitting in the room for an hour and then Shawn breaks the silence as though nothing was wrong. What is his game? Does he not feel the tension?
"Uh…yeah. I told big man I would go. I just couldn't leave the poor guy alone with Adam and Randy. Though Randy and Adam are both capable of handling one another, something tells me it won't be the case tonight."
"Yeah, I know. I kind of feel bad for Edge. It seems that Randy has been faithful so far but I still question how long he'll be able to stay that way. I think he tries to get into everyone's pants."
"True. True," he laughed. And he's really itching to get in yours but that's not going to happen on my watch.
"So uh…what are you wearing tonight? I mean, I seriously don't know what to wear to a gay club."
"You're asking me as if I've been to one."
"Well I mean…I was just…"
"Oh don't give me that. I know what you were trying to insinuate."
"I was only kidding man," he said grinning. "I was just trying to ease some of the thick tension that's been clouding this room for the past hour."
"I see. So you uh…felt it too?"
"Yeah and it was driving me crazy, especially since we have no reason to be all…weird with one another."
"If you say so."
"Are you saying we do?"
"Well…not exactly but we can't exactly ignore the uh…weird moments we've had during the last two days or so."
"Yeah but how about we start over and forget that they ever happened? It would make being around each other so much better."
"Yeah. Okay. If that's what you want then I can deal," he nodded, even though he wasn't really sure. In fact, he was pretty sure that he would never be able to forget how nice Shawn's body felt next to his that day in the shower or how they connected a little at the sauna, but never the less he would try to do what was best for the sake of their partnership, even if it meant burying carnal feelings.
"So now I can ask, what do you think I should wear tonight?"
"Huh? Why are you asking me? You know I'm not one for getting all decked out. That's you and Morrison's job so you're asking the wrong one here."
"Yeah but it's kind of nice having a second opinion ya know? Besides, if I know Adam he's going to go out of his way to look good for tonight. He wants all the attention on him and while I don't really care how much attention he gets, I still have to look better than him," he grinned. Cena just shook his head. Shawn, honestly I want to tell you that you already look better than Adam but then it may create the weird vibe again.
"Well, I suppose you look good in white."
"You suppose?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'm just saying. I uh…I've never seen you wear white before but something tells me that you'd blow him out of the water if you wear white. Plus, with your blonde hair and blue eyes, you'd be very hard to resist."
"But…"
"Don't ask me no more. I'm trying not to create another weird vibe. If I tell you every little detail about what you should wear then you'll think I'm nuts and it'll be all awkward again so just drop it. No more fashion questions for me," he grumbled.
"Please John?" he begged. He poked out his lips putting on the saddest little pouty face Cena had ever seen. If Cena had not known Shawn was playing, he would have easily fallen victim to that look, but Cena saw through the act and proceeded to ignore him.
"No Shawn and stop that. You're playing with me and…well, you should stop it," he grumbled.
"But Cena I would do the same for you if you were in my predicament."
"You know, I'm starting to wonder whether or not we'll make it as a tag team. I really don't know how Hunter was able to stand the vanity side of you."
"I don't know either," he replied twisting his face as if lost in thought.
"Yeah well I think I may talk with Vince," he mumbled.
"Well let's make a deal. I tell you what you should wear and you tell me what I should wear."
"Um…no," Cena chuckled. "You see Shawn, you're the kind of guy that will go out of his way to stand out."
"I do not!" he huffed.
"Uh…yes you do. If I let you dress me than I can be pretty damn sure that I'll be noticed and uh…in case you didn't know, we're going to a place where I'd rather not be noticed."
"You are no fun. Hunter would at least humor me."
"Good for Hunter. Anyway, while you are sitting here trying to decide what to wear, I guess I'll go ahead and get a shower because I'm sure it's going to take you forever just to wash your hair."
"Yeah it is," he grinned. "Enjoy your shower."
"I plan on it." Cena grabbed some boxers out of his bag then headed straight for the restroom making sure to lock the door behind him. As soon as the hot water hit his body, his muscles began to relax and his problems just evaporated with the steam from the shower. His problems evaporated for all of five seconds until his mind reverted back to Shawn and the steamy shower that they shared a few days ago. He could clearly see and almost feel his lips on Shawn's neck, his hands gliding down the man's side, his member throbbing against Shawn's thigh. God what the hell is wrong with me? Before he knew it, he was stroking himself like crazy until he finally let go all over the shower. Damn it! Now he's making me touch myself. Him. Shawn. A man. A hot man…with long sexy blonde hair and…Cena banged his fist against the shower wall. This has got to stop.
--HOT--
"Adam, will you calm the fuck down?" Randy asked. Adam was pacing the room enthusiastically while Randy lay across the bed watching him.
"I can't. I am super excited about tonight. I get the feeling…well, I'm pretty sure some things are gonna go down. I just have to play my cards right."
"What do you mean? You know Adam, you should really take a break and quit inserting yourself into other people's business."
"Oh yeah right. Don't give me that crap! You're just as bad as I am."
"Yeah but it's not like I am intentionally trying to fix people's relationships. Besides, Shawn's too smart to adhere to any games you have in mind and Cena can smell a rat from a distance. You won't succeed."
"Oh I'm not trying to come up with a plan. They've already fell for it. By coming to the gay bar tonight, I'm pretty sure things will come out in the open. I mean, there's only so much a man can take."
"Are you referring to Cena?"
"Yeah. I mean come on. Isn't it obvious?"
"This coming from the man who didn't get it at first?" he replied rolling his eyes. "Hell, I've known all alone that Cena wanted Shawn. It just took a little teasing and head games at just the right time to get him to come around. Hunter's injury only helped me out."
"Yeah and by forcing him to go to a gay bar is only going to turn up the heat a notch."
"Maybe."
"There's no maybe in it."
"Well if nothing jumps off in the bar tonight then I highly doubt you're going to see any kind of interaction between the two. Besides, Shawn has made it perfectly clear that he's not interested and Cena's definitely not gay."
"Uh huh. We'll see," Adam grinned. "Now come on and help me find something to wear. This night calls for something special."
--BROTHERS--
"So I can't believe you're actually going to go through with this."
"You know what Glen, get a life alright? Just because I agreed to go to a gay bar doesn't mean I'm going soft," Mark grumbled.
"Yeah if you say so. Let's see if we can find the real reason you're going through with this."
"There is no other reason except to go be entertained."
"Yeah tonight will probably prove to be highly entertaining but that's not the only reason you're going."
"Well if you're so smart and all knowing then please, by all means, do tell me why I'm going?"
"To keep an eye on Shawn."
"Am not."
"Yeah you are and you know what else?"
"What?"
"I think you're going to keep an eye on Cena too. It would seem that he's your major competition now that Hunter's out of the picture."
"I don't think so."
"You can say what you want but you're my brother and I know you all too well."
"Or maybe you don't know me as well as you think. For your information, Shawn is not interested in being with anyone right now so why would I try to fight a losing battle? It's Shawn and you know he's stubborn as hell. Plus, I'm sure the same thing could be said for Cena. Even if he wants a relationship with Shawn, I highly doubt Shawn's going to cave in to the likes of him."
"Maybe but you shouldn't be so quick to judge the kid. Cena's a tough cookie to break. He might be just the person Shawn needs in his life right now."
"Whatever," he mumbled. "Anyway, we need to get dressed." Glen glanced at his watch and stood to his feet.
"Yeah you're right. So uh…what do you wear to a gay bar?"
"Hell if I know but uh…I'm going strictly traditional if you know what I mean."
"Can't go wrong like that. Guess I'll do the same so let's get to it. Tonight's going to be a riot!"
--DESIRE--
Cena stood in front of the mirror checking himself out. He supposed that he looked alright. He had no idea what guys wore to a gay bar and because he wasn't gay he didn't think it mattered. On the other hand, he wasn't sure what was going to go down and was fairly certain that Adam had something up his sleeve. After debating the issue for about an hour, he finally decided on some blue jeans, brown timbs, and a black tank. He ran the comb through his hair and accessorized with diamond studs in his ears with dog tags and a silver chain around his neck. There. I think I look alright and if not, all the better.
He had just put away his cologne when the bathroom door suddenly opened. Out came Shawn and he made Cena's mouth water. He had to force himself to blink and look away so as not to stare. Shawn was wearing white slacks with a baby blue and white button down shirt. He had his silver cross necklace on that was sitting very nicely on his chest. He was wearing small hoop earrings for show and his hair was once again hanging down. When Cena finally decided to look up again, he and Shawn's eyes met. For the few seconds that they had eye contact, it was as though they could read each other's minds.
"Wow. Cena, you really look nice."
"So do you. In fact, you look almost delicious."
"Ha. If you say so."
"I know so and if given the chance I'll prove to you how delicious you are."
Both men blinked after realizing they had been staring at one another. Cena shook his head trying to brush the telepathic thoughts while Shawn continued as if nothing was wrong.
"You ready big guy?"
"Uh…yeah. I'm ready," Cena mumbled. Shawn started for the door but Cena beat him to it. "I got it," he grinned. "After all, how can I call myself a real man if I don't get the door for the ladies?"
"You know what? It's jokes like that that's going to put you on my bad side."
"I'm sorry but, you look too cute to be a man," he joked.
"Trust me. I am all man even though I may not smell like one."
"I'll say. You're the sweetest smelling man I've ever made contact with. Are you sure you're all man?" Cena asked. When they stepped out into the hall, Cena pulled the door shut but found himself shortly after being pushed against the wall. "What the hell? Come on Shawn. I was only kidding!" Shawn grinned at Cena before pressing his body against Cena's, bringing his lips near his ear.
"I can assure you…John, that I am all man."
"Prove it," Cena whispered. "Unless you're…afraid."
"Are you challenging me?"
"If you want to call it that."
"I don't have to prove anything to you."
"Then I call your bluff." They stared at one another for several seconds. Shawn's eyes had narrowed slightly and were filled with frustration while Cena only looked amused. In the next instant Cena's mouth was on Shawn's kissing him gently. The kiss was short lived for the elevator across from them dinged and when the doors opened, they found themselves face to face with Batista. Batista stared at the two of them curiously. He was trying to figure out why Shawn, as small as he is, had Cena pinned against the wall and he was also trying to comprehend why Cena was just standing there, especially since Cena wasn't gay.
"Uh…did I come at a bad time?" Shawn backed away from Cena and grinned at Batista.
"No. I was just putting the kid in his place." Cena cut Shawn an evil looked then rolled his eyes at Batista.
"Let's get going before I hurt somebody," he grumbled. Shawn merrily entered the elevator followed by Cena and Batista. As the doors closed on them Batista started to chuckle.
"What's so funny big man?" Shawn asked.
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all." Nothing except you two and if I'm right, you two will be all over each other before the night's up.
--LUST--
"Morrison? Seriously man. It's time to get going," Randy said with a groan. He had been sent by Adam to fetch the others but Morrison was taking friggen forever.
"Okay. Alright. I'm done. How do I look?"
"The same as always now let's get going. We're going to get left." They walked down the hall to the elevator in silence until Randy let out a sigh. "Alright kid. Let's hear it. Soemthing's bothering you and I want to know what."
"Nothing. I just…do I look good enough to get noticed tonight?" Randy raised an eyebrow at him trying to read into Morrison's question. Is he gay? I always thought he was straight…sorta but who is he after? Certainly not Shawn…is it?
"Uh…now that you mention it you do look flashier than usual but in a subtle way. The gold's a good look for you."
"Thanks man." Randy couldn't help but to dwell on Morrison's words. From the sound of it, he was hoping to get noticed by someone but the question was, by whom?
AN: Okay. Last update for quite sometime. It may be a few weeks. It may be three months. Who knows? Only time will tell. Actually, in case you didn't know I will be home for the summer which means no more updates for a while. Yeah sad I know but I'll plenty of time to write which means lots of updates upon my return...whenever that may be. In the meantime, keep m stories on alert because I've only just begun. Oh and there will def be more Morrison action just...not yet. R and R guys and I'll get back with you when I can!
