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~ Chapter 10 – Lazy Day ~
Neither had any idea how long they laid together on the floor, both completely lost in the feel of their arms around each other, lost in how comfortable it felt. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but at the moment, it really didn't matter. All John knew was that when he looked down at Randy – who was pressed up against him – he found that his eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling softly, in a rhythmic motion. Sighing quickly, John rested his head on the top of Randy's.
"I think I'm falling for you," John whispered, his eyes soon falling shut. It wasn't long before John was fast asleep, his dreams centering round the man in his arms.
Moaning softly, John rolled over onto his back and opened his eyes slowly, allowing them to get used to the golden stream of light that was making its way into the hotel room. It took him several minutes to finally realize that he was in Randy Orton's hotel room and several more to realize that said man was nowhere to be seen. Frowning, John looked around, his eyes finding what he was looking for – the bright, red numbers of the alarm clock. He groaned softly when he found that it was only a little after eight in the morning. The bed was comfortable and all he wanted to do was curl back up and sleep for several more hours, but Cena knew that it was time to get up.
The bed …?
Furrowing his brows in confusion, John sat up, coming to find that he was indeed in a bed, which sent even more questions to mind. What was he doing in Randy's bed? He was pretty sure he and Randy fell asleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. And where the hell was Randy? Pushing the covers off of his naked body, Cena slowly stood up, stretching his arms high in the air while yawning deeply, his sapphire orbs scanning the floor, looking for his jeans. In their haste to feel more of each other, John and Randy stripped and tossed their room carelessly about the room. Of course, John smiled softly and shook his head when he thought more about it – right before John leaned in to kiss Randy last night, they had been talking about the Viper having OCD, which meant that there was no way their clothes would be lying on the floor still. His predictions were correct as The Champ looked over at the chest of drawers. His shirt and jeans were folded neatly with his bag lying directly in front of the drawers where his clothes were at. Sighing happily to himself John made his way over to the drawers, his feet padding across plush, beige carpet. It didn't take long for John's ears to finally adjust and he soon realized that the water was running in the bathroom, which meant that, more than likely, Randy was in there taking a shower. Pulling on his jeans – leaving his shirt off – John made his way back over to the bed.
Lying on his back, John closed his eyes and smiled softly, his mind immediately going back to the night that – in his mind – changed everything. Who would have thought, after witnessing a very heated exchange between Randy Orton and Wade Barrett would lead to something like this? It was exhilarating and it all felt so right. The more he thought about it, the more John was sure he didn't make a mistake last night. Following his gut, John stormed to the ring and jumped in the ring, throwing the first punch, making it clear to Wade Barrett that he wasn't going to allow him to take Randy away from him. No, John would fight for The Viper because, well, he was just worth it. Cena felt amazing when he was around Randy, it was like he was an entirely different person – someone he actually was, he was real. No one had ever made John feel that way and, for that, he knew that there was something special about The Viper in that regard. He was able to bring out just who John wanted to be and totally accepted him for it.
The sound of the bathroom door opening startled John, knocking him out of his thoughts. He sat up some, his elbows holding him up in a slouching position, but it was enough to see what was happening. Randy Orton had just walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of dark, loose-fitting jeans that looked absolutely amazing. They clung to all the right places and hung so low, it was a wonder they hadn't fallen off. John wasn't complaining, though – Randy's beautiful V-cut was on full display and it made John's mouth water, his tongue flicking out to moisten his lips on its own. His body still glistened with stray droplets of water that Orton had yet to wipe away, but at the moment, he was too lost in his own little world of cleaning and organizing his bag, which – in John's mind, at least – didn't have a thing wrong with it. With The Viper's back turned, Cena had an amazing view of the muscles flexing whenever Randy did something, the tribal tattoo – not to mention the water droplets rolling down his body, disappearing inside Randy's jeans – making the sight all that more amazing.
"It took forever getting you on that bed," Randy suddenly said, glancing over his shoulder at John before turning back to his bag. The sound of his voice obviously told John that he was smiling, though he didn't get a good look at it.
"I'm sorry?" John asked half surprised that Randy knew he was awake and looking. The other half was just nervous and excited about what they were going to do next.
"You didn't think you woke up and made it to the bed on your own, did you?" Randy turned around and smiled at John this time, the smile lighting up his face, making his eyes shine a brighter shade of blue that just made John's heart melt. He couldn't help but smile back. "You have a big ass, Cena. I don't know how I got you on the bed."
And just like that, the smile dropped, being replaced with a pout. "Well, shit, you shouldn't have bothered then."
Smiling, Randy padded across the carpet, making his way over to John, the smile never leaving his face. It didn't really matter what John did – nothing could change how handsome he was when he was smiling, nothing could change how cute he looked when he pouted, and nothing could change how unbelievably safe and comfortable Randy was whenever he was in John's presence. John's head was down when Randy got over to him, but he could clearly see that The Champ was doing all he could to not break into that dimpled smile of his. Gently placing his pointer finger under John's chin, Randy lifted it up until they were looking each other in the eyes. The Viper leaned down slowly and captured John's lips. The kiss was slow, their lips moving together lazily, their tongues brushing against their lips, but never pushing through. Neither had a clue how long they were kissing, but when they finally pulled away, they were convinced that it wasn't long enough. After one quicker kiss, Randy moved back across the room to his suitcase and other bags. John stayed where he was and watched and, after a few seconds, he narrowed his eyes playfully.
"I'll let you get away with that this time, but no more. You aren't going to use your awesome lips to get out of every little thing you do wrong."
"What did I do wrong?" Randy asked. His back was to John again, but like before, he had a smile on his face. "I was merely showing my affection for you."
"I have a feeling that I'm going to be having to put my foot down with you a lot," John replied, shaking his head. He stood up and walked over to Randy, wrapping his arms around the back of his waist while he rested his head on Orton's shoulder. "I don't think I'm going to mind a whole lot, though."
Randy turned his head and pecked John on the lips before leaning back into the embrace. Nothing was said for a few moments. They two found that the longer they were around each other – not only were they becoming more and more hooked – the more they felt right, natural, as if they were meant to be. It was crazy thinking such a thing, both were aware of it, but they couldn't help it. They were polar opposites, but they meshed perfectly. Randy was wild, crazy, and set in his own ways half the time, while John was more cautious and open minded. One would think they would clash and drift apart since they were so different, but that just wasn't the case with John Cena and Randy Orton. If anything, with each second that past, they were getting closer and closer.
"I don't think I'm going to mind, either," Randy finally said, his voice soft. "Well … not that much anyway, we'll work on it when the time comes, I guess."
"How am I doing so far?" He hated to bring Wade Barrett up or the fact that he was practically competing for Randy's heart, but he needed to know if he was wasting his time or not. At that moment, he certainly didn't feel as though all was for nothing, but hey, Randy was known for his shocking decisions, so John didn't really know what to expect from The Viper.
"You're doing well so far."
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"Oh, my God, John, turn this shit off!" Randy groaned and sat up from his lying position on the king size bed. For the past three hours, John and Randy had been in bed, flipping through the channels, wasting time basically. It was John's turn with the remote, but for some insane reason, the man decided he wanted to watch a show that was centered on his infatuation with cars. It was fine for the first five minutes, but now it was starting to drive Randy absolutely insane. "Please, I'll watch anything else, just not this. I cannot take it any longer. I feel like stabbing myself with this fork!"
"I was stuck watching Ultimate Cakes with you for an entire hour. I think you can suck it up and watch this. Besides, it's only on for thirty minutes! I think you can hold off for twenty more minutes," John rolled his eyes and moved the remote to a farther location. Even though he had seen that particular episode twice already, it was fun watching Orton squirm.
"What! That was actually entertaining!" Randy exclaimed, staring at John as though he couldn't believe he had the audacity to dis his Ultimate Cakes show.
"Right, because everyone loves watching cakes," John rolled his eyes again, finding that he was doing that more and more whenever he was around Randy. Glancing over to his right, he chuckled at the sight of Randy's annoyed face, his eyes narrowed into those slits, that infamous glare on his face, though it did nothing to faze John. "Nice try, RKO."
And just like that, the glare disappeared and a whiny pout took its place. Randy leaned closer to John, his hand resting on John's thigh as he started running kisses up and down John's neck. "Please, J," Randy said in between kisses, his tongue slipping into Cena's ear, earning a gasp in reply. Squeezing John's thigh, Orton's hand slowly started creeping its way up till it was covering the growing bulge inside Cena's pants. Being the tease that he was, though, Randy did absolutely nothing. He kissed a trail along The Champ's jaw line until they reached his lips and then, without waiting for permission, Randy pushed his tongue into John's mouth, exploring and dominating. It didn't take long for John to get completely into the kiss. Not only that, but he was very much aware of Randy's hand over his aching cock … only too aware that he was doing absolutely nothing, which was driving him even more insane than before. Moaning into the kiss, Cena bucked his hips forward some, hoping Orton would get the hint and take his damn pants off already, but no such luck. If anything, The Viper only smiled into the kiss, aware of John's subtle hints, but ignoring them all the same.
"God, you're a fucking tease," John groaned in both annoyance and in pleasure. Randy's tongue was doing wonders to his skin, making him tingle all over. He moved his head to the side, giving Randy more access to his neck.
"Can you please change the channel?" Randy mumbled against his neck, nibbling his Adam's apple before finding and sucking on his racing pulse. He slowly – agonizingly slow – started running his hand up and down John's clothed dick.
John closed his eyes and smiled, leaning his head back against the headboard. He wrapped his arm around Randy's lower waist, pulling him closer, hoping to get more and more of his tongue and hand. He seemed to fit perfectly against his much larger body. "You're really reverting to this just to get the channel changed? And I'm guessing this won't be the first time, either, correct?"
"J, please," Randy licked up Cena's neck and took the lobe of his ear in his mouth, nibbling on it until he heard John's intake of breath and only then did he start to suck. "I'll do anything, just please, baby … change the fucking channel."
Baby coming out of Orton's mouth just sent John's heart racing a million miles a minute. It came effortlessly from his lips and sounded beautiful. And like most things were starting to be whenever they were around, it just felt right. In that second, John felt as though he would do anything and everything the man asked of him, but then again, he couldn't just let him get away with it. He couldn't let Orton use his sex appeal to take away his television turn. Smirking to himself, John turned his head and capturing Randy's mouth, their lips working in perfect unison.
"No."
Orton's eyes snapped open almost immediately at the sound of no. That definitely wasn't what was supposed to happen. Furrowing his brows in confusion, Randy leaned back just a bit to look at John. A smirk graced his features which sent a spark straight to Orton's heart, making him feel almost lightheaded. Once upon a time, The Viper would have laugh at anyone who said they believed in love at first sight, but for some strange reason – reasons Orton couldn't even begin to fathom – that was the first thought that came to mind as he watched John's sapphire eyes sparkle in such a way whenever the light stuck them. It was absolutely exquisite. Orton realized that he was right up against John's side and he couldn't help but notice how perfectly they seemed to fit together.
Removing his hand from John's nether regions, Randy placed his hand on John's abdomen and leaned forward, his lips once again pressing softly against John's. The kiss was different from the ones they shared earlier. This time, it was filled with something much stronger then lust – it was filled with undeniable passion and … was it love? Neither was quite sure about that, but there was no mistaking the sudden feelings that were blossoming between them. There was no mistaking the comfort and familiarity that felt so right to them, despite how early they were in their relationship.
None of it really matter, though, because, right then, it was only them.
"I think I've made my decision …" Randy whispered, his forehead leaning against John's, his eyes closed. "I choose you."
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I'm sorry this chapter isn't all that long! Once again, I was stressing over getting it out, but then I thought about it, and it really suits for what is about to happen in the upcoming chapters … hint, hint. Please review!