A/n from Jessica: Ok so the first half of this chap. was kirbey's writing, second half mine. And sorry if this is a tad long all of the *checks word count* 2,227 words. But I was on a role so I hope you guys won't mind. Be sure to review on this one of course. And kirb's follow-up after she gets done writing it. And sorry if this timeline is f'd but these past chapters are all the same day from, lemme think…when john and miz do it, and when Evan's being all whore-y, and when jack pretty much rapes miz before john comes in. So if ya' need a little reminder of where we are: here we go! MIZ'S FINAL DECISION!

WARNING: major amounts of awesomely written smut! *smirks*

DISCLAIMER: We own nobodys.


John looked into Miz's eyes, he almost felt bad about making him choose now that he saw how much it really troubled him.

"Ok, I'll choose. Just give me some time I-"Miz began but was cut short by John.

"No, Mike we need you to choose now," John knew if they didn't pressure Miz into choosing right away he might keep delaying it and never choose.

Miz fidgeted and glanced back and forth between John and Jack, "Right. You know I love you both and I'd be lucky to be with either one of you-"It was Jack that interrupted Miz this time.

"Mike, just stop stalling. I need the next word that comes out of your mouth to be one of our names."

Mike wrung his hands looking as if he wanted to cry at the very thought of losing either one of his men; he gulped in a breath steadying himself.

John braced himself ready for the disappointing word that was sure to come out of Miz's mouth.

"John."

John took a moment to process what Mike had said, not quite sure he had really heard it until he saw the expression on Jack's face.

"NO!" Jack exploded, throwing his hands into the air. "Are you fucking kidding me Mike? After all we've been through? You're seriously doing this?"

John placed his hand on Jack's shoulder, "Jake, it's not the end of the world. Just calm down and let's be civil ok?"John extended his other hand towards Jack.

Jack threw John's hand off his shoulder, "Don't fucking tell me what to do!" Jack backed angrily towards the door. "I'll get you back you little bitch." Jack turned around and stormed out of the room angrily knocking over furniture as he went.

Miz slumped onto the bed, covering his face with his hands. "Well, I was hoping we could all still be friends, but I guess…" he trailed off.

"Hey," John sat down and wrapped his arm around Miz's shoulder. "Don't worry about him."

Miz looked up, "How can I not worry about him?"

John thought for a second them smiled, "Well, I guess you could worry about him or…" He turned his attention to the tent still visible in his jeans from Jack's assault earlier. "Or I could finish what he started."

Miz's face perked up, "Wow, twice in one day? You're long and strong."

John traced his hand down Miz's torso, teasingly making his way to his member as he began to massage it gently. John pushed his lips against Mike's pleading for an entrance.

Mike obliged, allowing John in as he began undoing his own shirt and started working on his lover's.

John tugged at Miz's pants, getting hotter by the minute. He unzipped his pants, bringing them down past Miz's ankles, his hands working so fast and eager they were basically a blur. John smirked deviously as he took in Mike, naked as the day he was born. Mike returned the smile, attacking John's lips with renewed vigor.

Mike rolled them over, never breaking the breathy kiss, and moved his assault downward towards John's beautifully sculpted abs. He licked and slurped sloppily, intent on tasting every single inch of John, committing the taste to memory. He continued his path down, unfastening John's belt. Bracing his hands on either side of John's lithe hips, he lowered his head down to his jean-clad crotch, obvious wet spot already forming. Sending John a lust-filled, hooded gaze, he put his mouth around the bulge gently biting and nipping at his member from outside his jeans. John groaned at the contact, despite still being painfully trapped in his confines.

"…God- Mike…you gotta'…mmm…tease!" Miz smiled, looking up from his work. While John had been trying to form a coherent thought, Miz unbuttoned his jeans (thankfully John had gone commando) and was hovering his mouth over his member, avoiding contact, as he let his hot breath ghost across the head. With a satisfied smirk, Mike took in all of John in one smooth movement, leaving John a panting, moaning mess.

He focused on his work, slurping and gently biting accordingly, making sure he pulled those beautiful, sinful moans from his lover. Right as Mike was sure he could sense John's orgasm coming on, he was roughly yanked by his hair, brought up to eye level with John.

"Enough Mike, this night isn't going to end that easily." John attacked Mike's kiss-abused lips roughly, running his hands down every inch of Mike's beautiful bronze body.

Mike moaned into the kiss, letting John dominate it. This was definitely a new side to the Shaman of Sexy he'd never seen before. In all of the nights he'd spent with John-and he didn't wanna' sound like a whore but it seemed like a lot in the past weeks-he'd been a very sweet, caring lover, easily the opposite of Jack's harsh 'fuck me now' attitude. But Mike had to admit, this new side of John was definitely turning him on. After all he had been with Jack for a reason; sometimes it was really hot to be dominated, and right now John was certainly doing that.

Returning to reality, Mike found himself being rolled over onto his back, John feasting on his body like he'd been to John earlier.

John didn't know what had come over him. But while getting that amazing blowjob from Mike, his lust filled thoughts had drifted towards how this man was now his and would no longer be sharing a bed with that dumbass Swagger. And before he knew it, a primal, animalistic feeling swarmed his body and he reacted, stopping Mike and throwing him on his back. He had to do this now-no more foreplay, no more teasing. He had to make Mike his, mark him in the most intimate way possible. Despite the fact they had both already done the deed, this was different, both of them could feel it. This would mark the beginning of their official relationship, and John was going to make damn sure it was memorable.

He stopped his assault on Mike's stomach, realizing he was marring his lover's skin with wet, dark bruises. He looked up to Mike, snapping out of his trance for a moment, his protectiveness of his lover winning out. But Mike hadn't even noticed, didn't care that he'd have to hide those marks in the ring later. All Mike was concerned with was why John had so abruptly stopped.

John smirked, leaving a little reminder in his head to explore Miz's apparent kink for rough sex later. Right now, he was concerned with giving Mike the most pleasure he'd ever had, ensuring they'd only find pleasure in each other; that he'd never leave him for anyone-including Swagger.

John moved up closer to Miz, returning to his rough, animal-like John; if it turned Mike on (and it clearly did) hell, he could play it up a bit.

"Suck." John moved his fingers in front of Miz's mouth, letting them hover expectantly.

Mike devoured them immediately, sucking and slurping at John's fingers like he had been doing to his cock earlier. He sucked hard, looking at John through lust-crazed eyes, silently reminding him of what it felt like when he'd been sucking on a different part of his anatomy.

John could remember all too well, and before he could defile the bed sheets and abruptly end the night's activities, he snatched his fingers out of Mike's kiss-abused lips, keeping up with the dominant persona.

John leaned back onto his knees, facing Miz. "Turn over." He demanded, not allowing Mike the option of declining as he flipped him onto his belly. He took the time to appreciate the view in front of him: Miz on his hands and knees, cute little ass thrown up in the air.

"Any day now…" Miz said, turning slightly to show John his cocky expression.

Without any further delay, John's playful smile turned into a devious sneer and he thrust two of fingers into Mike's entrance.

"Mother Fuck-!...Oh GOD!" Mike screamed out, the sudden intrusion sending a stream of pain through his entire body. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down enough to adjust to John's fingers.

Sensing that Mike had recovered, John began thrusting his fingers in and out of him, trying to reach the spot deep inside that would make Miz forget everything but how to moan. John reached further into Miz, curling his fingers upward in search for his sweet spot. He had almost switched tactics when a loud, slutty moan erupted from Miz, causing him to pant for air. John smiled, proud with himself, as he pulled out , adding a third finger and immediately jabbed at Mike's prostate causing more wanton moans to escape his lips.

"John...oh god, uhh! John, please!"

"Please what Mike?" John said coyly, hitting his sweet spot again.

"John…come on!" Miz begged, grasping at the last bit of defiance he had. "NO! Don't stop! All right, all right! Please John fuck me. Pleaseeeeee fuck me!"

"Was that so hard babe?" John smirked, loving how he made Miz beg for it.

"Actually it's very hard so please…God! Help me out here John!" Mike gave an exhausted chuckle in between pants, trying to return to their normal between-the-sheets demeanor.

John laughed at Miz's joke, realizing he had been withholding Mike's release entirely too long and he looked like he was gonna explode-in more ways than one-if he didn't cut to the chase so to speak.

John pulled his fingers out of Mike, receiving a grunt of disapproval from above him, and moved his member, glistening in anticipation, to his entrance. He pushed forward, just letting his head into Mike's entrance. He went in further, listening for any signs of distress or pain from Miz, breaking past the tight ring of muscle. When he was to the hilt, he stopped, relishing the wonderful feeling of Mike so tightly wrapped around his member.

Mike gasped at the feeling of John inside him (God, he was so big!) and focused on breathing so he wouldn't come right there from being filled so fully.

When both John and Mike where able to continue, John began pumping in and out of him, making sure to go tortuously slow.

Realizing John was returning to his previous teasing, Mike grunted in disapproval and began pushing back on John's member at a pace that would satisfy him.

John gripped his hips tightly, making sure he controlled the pace, and continued his game of teasing.

Mike grunted again, knowing he wouldn't be able to get his release as quickly with the pace John was setting. Two can play that game. Mike thought, and when John paused his thrusts to change angles, Miz acted quickly, clenching his muscles around John's member like a vise, knowing that would make him crazy, and if the sudden moans from John's lips were any indication, it worked great.

Fed up with the teasing on both ends, John gripped Miz and flipped him on his back, jumping him. He bent down, kissing Mike with every ounce of energy he had, while simultaneously quickening his thrusts. Mike groaned into the kiss, very pleased with the reaction from John. They broke the kiss, John moving to feast on the neck and chest of Mike, his hips still thrusting as he slammed in and out of him.

Mike reached down to his own thoroughly hard member, trying to help his orgasm come faster, but was swatted away as John took hold of his member and began to pump it roughly, his own orgasm moments away.

With John's assault on his cock, Miz came with a moan and a string of expletives jumbled together with John's name.

John tried to hold off on his own orgasm, but with the unbearable clenching of Miz around his dick, he couldn't hold off anymore, and came calling Mike's name.

John pulled out and laid next to Miz, both of them still coming down from their post-orgasmic high.

"God." Mike sighed, looking at John with satiated eyes. "Well, I know your ego doesn't need it, but I've never had sex that good with Jack."

"Damn right, bitch." John said, a cocky grin that would rival Mike's on his face.

"All right John; sex's over. You can stop with the dominant JoMo."

"Fine." John said, turning to face Mike, his normal, sweet smile returning. "But it was fun."

"I know babe. Oh and you wish; God knows that you're the bitch here." Miz said reaching to scoop the left over cum off his abs.

"Yeah…Probably." John said, stopping Miz to lick the remaining cum off of his stomach.

"Try definitely." Mike said, leaning over to capture John's lips with a kiss.

"Oh and by the way." Miz said, closing his eyes and leaning into John.

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna' pay for that rough bullshit. It may have been hot… but now I have to find a… a way to cover the finger shaped marks on my...hips." Mike said, yawning between his words as he was slowly fading out.

John smiled, gazing at his sweet boyfriend's peaceful face.

"Counting on it."