A/N : Update. New Chapter for your naughty enjoyment. That's right, I said naughty.
This Chapter contains Strong Sexual Content.
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There was nothing sensuous about it. It could only ever be described as deep, aching desire, the kind that ruled your thoughts, gave fire to the actions you never thought you could perform. It wasn't a case of wanting something. It was deeper, on a more commanding and primal level of consciousness. You needed it. It consumed you, to the point where you wished it go away…and least then you would know some kind of peace. Even if it meant losing what you needed the most.
And that was something John just couldn't do.
From the tips of his fingers, to the heel of his palm, he felt Morgan. The sensation of skin against skin guided him, nothing could register truthfully to those big, steely blue eyes. And yet, they hungrily feasted over Morgan, drinking in the sigh of his flushed cheeks and pouted lips. Love and lust seemed to intertwine, the line between the two becoming less clear. What did it matter anyway? Didn't both end up at the same conclusion? A physical expression of the feelings that burned within?
Who honestly cared? John certainly didn't.
Safe inside the confines of his hotel room, John explored Morgan's swimmer's physique, delighting in the feeling of the contours of Morgan's chest, moving down to the grooves that made up his abs. He certainly didn't have the muscle mass of John, but Morgan's body was easily the most arousing sight he had ever seen. With strong, careful motions, Cena removed Morgan's long-sleeved top, exposing the softly tanned to the air. Pushing him back against the wall, John allowed his hands to feel Morgan further, sliding them over his stomach and around his hips, clawing their way up his back.
Their lips met in a furious slow-dance of desire. John moaned into Morgan's mouth, exploring it with all his worth, as Morgan greedily sucked on the invading tongue. Never one to be truly passive, Morgan allowed his own hands to grip John's shirt, ripping it free of the chiselled body. An explosion of buttons danced anywhere, not that Morgan noticed. His hand attacked John's chest, grazing his nails over the broad chest muscles, kneading the area with his hands.
Breaking free of the kiss, Morgan dipped his head lower, taking one of John's nipples into his mouth. Swirling his tongue, Morgan easily brought the soft nub of flush out to stand erect away from its bed of muscle. Morgan gave the other nipple just as much attention, alternating from sucking gently to worrying with his teeth. John's breath caught in gasps, amazed at the sensations Morgan was commanding in his body, without even touching his more sensitive organ. But it would seem all good things would come to those who wait.
Morgan's searing mouth blazed a trail of kissed between the groove of his pectorals, over the hard abdomen. His tongue quickly glided just below the navel, as Morgan hooked his thumbs onto the belt loop of John's belt. Tilting his head back, Morgan locked into a hypnotic, intensely erotic staring contest with John, releasing one had to firmly massage up and down over the growing hardness in John's denim cut offs. John's vision seem to flicker, as the continuous ache of his erection begged to be relieved. As Morgan unbuttoned his shorts, John felt himself pant, a mixture of desire an anticipation.
His cut-offs were around his ankles and off his feet without any resistance. The throbbing member urged to life by Morgan's lips tented upwards from his body like a rod, standing proud in the tight confines of his white boxer shorts. Morgan gripped him through the thin material, squeezing carefully enough to elicit a drawn-out moan from John. The WWE Champion had no choice but to brace himself against the wall, as he was certain he would collapse from the sheer blades of pleasure cutting through his body without mercy.
Cooler air swept over John's more intimate areas, as Morgan eased his underwear down to his ankles and over his feet, leaving John standing naked. Morgan took a second to take in the sight before him. John's physique was amazing, from his broad shoulders to the thick thigh muscles. Best of all, was the engorged length of flesh, standing rock solid from between John's legs.
Easing to his knees, Morgan gripped the base of the shaft in his hand, before leaning his head closer. John moaned without restraint as he felt Morgan's mouth over the globes of flesh hanging between his legs. Morgan took each one into his mouth, sucking with enough effort not to cause him pain, but enough to make John see stars. As his lips continued the massaging action, Morgan's hand gripped tighter on the hardened shaft, making long fluid stoking motions from the base to the very tip.
This simple motion forced John to grit his teeth against the teasing pleasure. It was enough to cause sensation, but so much as to give relief to the throbbing hardness which was his main concern.
It seemed Morgan was intent on taking his time. Pulling his head back, Morgan licked his lips, his eyes hungrily grazing on the prospect of John's erection. Without a second thought, he parted his lips, accepting the length into his burning mouth. John was a amazed as he had never seen anyone manage to swallow that much of his length before. It was his last conscious thought, before Morgan pulled his head back, increasing the suction as his lips travelled back up the length, the tip of his tongue gliding along the base of the shaft to flick over the head.
Feeling his legs buckle, John let one hand stray into the mass of Morgan's hair, tangling the tips into the dirt blonde waves. The tips of his fingers massaged the nape of Morgan's neck, but never caused enough pressure to force Morgan's head up and down. It was a simple gesture, but it made Morgan smile. John was aggressive, but not to the point of being forceful. Morgan continued moving his mouth up and down the hardened shaft, alternating between relaxing the back of his throat to swallow the length and making shorter movements, sucking on the engorged head.
Once more, Morgan gripped his hand around the base of the erection, making tight stroking motions as his mouth concentrated on the head. Swirling saliva around his mouth and over the head, Morgan hummed softly, sending euphoric vibrations into John's body. He gasped, the breath being forced from his lungs to the point of collapse.
Crouching forward, John squeezed his eyes shut. It was more than he could take. From the pit of his stomach he could feel his climax building. A few seconds more of the combined stroking and sucking and he would explode right here and now. Grabbing Morgan's shoulders, he pulled him back to his feet. With a rough grasp he lifted the smaller man off his feet. Spinning on his heel, he collapsed on top of Morgan, crushing his body against the mattress of the waiting bed. Nudging Morgan thighs apart, John leaned in between the parted legs, burning his lips over Morgan's throat, and down over his torso. Morgan struggled against the sensation, but John put a stop it with a rueful smile, pinning his hands down on either side of him. Swirling his tongue up and over Morgan's flat stomach, he revelled in seeing the singer groaned and buck his hips at the feeling. It seemed this was a sensitive spot for him, which John acted on.
Using it to his advantage, the Champ brushed kisses over Morgan's lower abdomen, paying attention to his exposed hips appearing from the top of his jeans.
Focusing on the belt buckle, John carefully loosened it, before pulling it cleanly off Morgan. Next, his hands fumbled with the buttons fastening the jeans. One by one, he undid the metallic discs, never taking his eyes away from Morgan's ocean blue depths. As tantalisingly as he could, he eased the jeans down off Morgan's legs, exposing a pair of tight black boxer briefs. It seemed Morgan was just as aroused as John, his hardness obvious through the material of his underwear. Taking a silent breath of courage, he gripped the designer-autographed hem, and eased them down off Morgan's hips.
This was it. This was the moment that John had been dreading. Taking the plunge to be with another guy was one thing. But being confronted with another man and his 'parts'…well John really had no clue what to do. Morgan seemed to sense this. Just as he opened his mouth to tell Cena that it was okay, he didn't have to do anything he wasn't ready for, John acted.
Lowering his head, John decided to wing it. Taking the shaft in his hand, he landed a kiss on the tip. Parting his lips softly, he took the head into his mouth, sucking gently. Morgan's hips involuntarily bucked, pushing his erection further into John's mouth. Fighting down his gag reflex, John did his best to relax his throat. He'd been on the receiving end of blowjobs for years. How hard could it be?
Impossible it seemed. John had never appreciated just how much work was involved. There was placing your teeth in the right position so you didn't skin the guy's manhood, the tightening of jaw with the stress of performing suction whilst holding your teeth back, not to mention moving up and down and remembering to breath. It was definitely a job of work. But Cena was always up for a challenge. Getting into a steady rhythm, he cupped his shaft in his fist, drawing intense stroking motions, whilst sucking up and down the length as far as his inexperienced throat would allow. It seemed to be working, as Morgan's head thrashed from side to side, his voice coming out in hurried, incoherent gasps as John's lips pleasured him thoroughly.
"John…you need…oh fuck…you have to stop…or I-I'm gonna…"John grinned devilishly, removing his mouth from Morgan's erection, travelling up the glorious length of his naked body to his neck, somewhat proud of the effect he was having.
Taking Morgan lips against his own, the melted together in a slow mix, as John continued to stroke Morgan. Acting on instinct, Morgan kicked his leg over John's waist, drawing John's throbbing shaft closer to his exposed opening. Pulling back from Morgan's glorious mouth, John gently stroked his cheek, his eyes fixed on Morgan's.
"Are you sure?" It was big step, both realised, from them to go the whole way. Morgan seemed to consider it for a second, his deep blue eyes clouding over for a second. Chewing on his bottom lip, he slowly nodded, giving his consent for them to go further.
"I want to." That was all John needed to hear. Reaching over Morgan, his hand fumbled in the bedside draw, extracting a silver packet and clear plastic bottle of lubrication. Tearing the foil, John retrieved the condom, easing it down to sheath his thick shaft. Morgan beat him to the lubrication, squeezing the clear liquid onto the palms of his hands. Gripping John's shaft in both hands, Morgan stroked his palms up down the length, coating it thoroughly in the greasy fluid, causing John to release another low moan, sending chills through Morgan's body.
Pushing himself onto his back, Morgan altered the angle of his hips upwards slightly off the bed, raising his legs upwards in the air. John slid into the inviting gap between his thighs. Positioning himself against Morgan's entrance, he gave a look of reassurance, taking Morgan's hand in his own.
Interlocking their fingers, John smiled softly. "I'll go slow. Just tell me when to stop, okay?" Morgan nodded quickly, taking deep breaths to prepare himself for the invasion into his body. Carefully, John pushed himself forward, meeting the resistance he readily expected. With a little extra force, he eased himself past the cocooned ring of tight muscle at Morgan's entrance.
The singer's eyes screwed shut, gritting his teeth as he felt the blunt heat pushing past his sensitive nerve endings, further inside his body which tightened, almost to the point of pain. This sensation was something he would never get used to, no matter how much sex he had. Morgan gripped John's hand tighter as he whimpered gently, causing John to slow down his journey inside Morgan, even though the sound sent his pulse ablaze.
John grunted slightly, feeling himself bury even deeper inside Morgan. He was so tight, it felt like a burning fist gripping his erection, pulling him even further. With one more push, John buried himself entirely into Morgan, eliciting a slight yelp from the singer. John winced at causing pain in his lover. With hesitation, he moved to pull himself back out again, but Morgan wouldn't allow it. Grabbing John's buttocks in his hands, he made sure he stayed where he was.
"I'm…okay…" Morgan muttered through breaths, "just give me a second to get used to you. You're fuckin' huge John."
John couldn't hel the smile touching his lips at Morgan's description of his manhood, but that still didn't alleviate his concerns. "I'm hurting you." John pointed out, more concerned with Morgan being in pain that feeling pleasure he was feeling from being inside him.
"That's kind of the point," Morgan chuckled, squeezing John's hip reassuringly. After all, didn't the say it was 50 pleasure, 50 pain? "Just take your time." John nodded, resting his weight on his knees. Hooking Morgan's legs over his shoulders, John started to grind his hips, pushing his hardness in and out of Morgan, causing the singer to groan and grab at Cena's delicious chest. Taking it as a sign to continue, John altered the angle of his hips. He pulled himself out of Morgan almost entirely, before thrusting back forward, eliciting moan after moan from Morgan, as his body welcomed John back inside. John grunted with effort, as the rhythm of moving in and out of Morgan was causing the singer's legs to shake in sheer ecstasy.
And John was no better off. Morgan's channel was tighter than a fist, and searingly hot. It was like feeling hot velvet squeezing his erection, sending spikes of pleasure through his body.
Feeling Morgan's body relax against him, the muscles becoming easy and pliant, John leaned down on top of his body, sucking at his neck, thrusting in and out in a delicious rhythm that sent Morgan wild. The altered angle of John's hips meant every thrust grazed against Morgan's prostrate, causing him to yell incoherent obscenities that would make anyone blush. Hell, if you were on the end of that much pleasure, you'd swear like a trooper too. Seeing the effect he was having on the singer, John once more wrapped his fist around Morgan's shaft, pumping his hand up and down at great, bringing him to an earth-shattering climax.
Over-stimulated was the only words to describe how Morgan felt. His orgasm gripped his body like a vice, hitting every nerve and sense he possessed. His voice changed from dirty talk to unintelligible screams of sheer ecstasy. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, Morgan grabbed onto John's ass cheeks as if his life depended on it. From the extension of his toes to every hair on his head, Morgan shattered as he released, sending wave after wave of thick fluid out of himself to a point where he thought he was never going to stop. It spilled over John's hands, shooting far enough to cover the WWE Champion's stomach.
Morgan's muscles tensed as he released, squeezing John into oblivion. Panting and groaning all at once, John pumped himself in and out of Morgan, gripping at the bed sheets, loosing his teeth against the soft flesh of Morgan's neck, seemingly desperate to taste Morgan wherever he could. His body tightened to the point of sheer pain, his stomach slick against of Morgan, bead of sweat trickling down over his chest and back. Liquid gold crashed through Cena's body, centring behind his erection, pushing ever further.
His climax mounted further, to a point where John just could not process the sensations he was feeling. His voice became a mixture of screams and groans as he exploded, emptying himself safely inside the sheath, wrapped inside Morgan's inviting warmth. His voice came as one long, continuous primal groan, his body shuddering at the sheer sensation.
Morgan, coming back to his senses, bucked his hips against John, his hands gliding up down the back of his thighs as he whispered into Cena's ear, allowing the Champ to ride out the last waves of pleasure from his release. Finally, John was free of his climax, settling into the warm after glow that came directly after, his breath patchy and harsh, billowing waves of heat against Morgan's neck. All the strenght in his arms left him, as he collapsed against Morgan. Not that he minded however as he pulled John's body closer against him, kissing his mouth in soft motions.
With he last of his strength, John pulled himself out of Morgan, carefully removing the used protection and discarding it to the side. Morgan rained kisses over John's neck and face, lapping at the thin sheet of sweat across his chest that gathered because of the exertion. John responded by wrapping his arms around Morgan's smaller form, pulling him closer to his body. His lips caressed Morgan's cheek and hair, intoxicated by his scent, nuzzling affectionately against his neck.
Both were exhausted, basking in the warmth of the moment after their love making. Their minds were fuzzy, senses dulled by pleasured sensation. Morgan's mind gave unresistingly to the opening arms of sleep, his head relaxing against John's hard body. John rested his hands over Morgan's body, watching his lover succumb to dreams. His own eyes felt heavy, begging to closed along side Morgan, to which there was no defence. He was exhausted, and Morgan's purring breath was comforting as it was sleep-inducing. The moment was perfect, and John couldn't ask for anymore.
A weak smile crossed John's lips, as he left one final kiss on Morgan's swollen lips. Both steely blue eyes faded behind his closed eyelids, as John gave in to his own dreams. Lost in the salvation of giving in to what he wanted, John realised that for the first time in so long…
John Cena was happy. And it was because of someone he could never of imagined giving himself to. In that sleep induced epiphany, John realised. He was in love with Morgan.