Okay a short explanation, when I was doing 10 I couldn't think of any way to really start it out. I just wrote "Mike Mizanin" and stared at it for a long time. Then I started thinking of this silly little acrostic thingy and it made me laugh so much I had to leave it in. It's corny as heck. Thank you Dark Kaneanite, Divine Arion, and x.Mayhem.x for your reviews of last chapter. :D

Chapter 10

My lover is

Intoxicating

Kaptivating

Exotic

and

Magnificent

Irresistable

Zillion times hotter than any one else

Awesome

Nvigorating

Insanely sexy

Nticing

Love, John

(I went to the gym across the street to work out.)

Mike laughed as he pulled the post-it from the mirror and read the silly acrostic that spelled out his name. He had slept in late after driving half the night to their newest destination. They had gone from Indianapolis, Indiana to a few smaller places where they did shows and now they were in Chicago, Illinois which was CM Punk's home town for another taping. Since the night of their first second date John had been in the doting boyfriend mood and had been doing all sorts of nice, silly little things for Mike.

It really seemed like their relationship was having a new birth. Mike stuck the yellow note to the counter and yawned, stretched his arms over his head, and heard one of his shoulders pop. He moved it in circles for a few moments then slipped off his boxers and stepped into the shower.

He found John's body wash on the edge of the tub and picked it up and sniffed. The smell was wonderful. They only thing that made it better was when it intermingled with John's natural scent. Mike squeezed the bottle again under his nose and the small puff of scented air poofed out. He sighed and replaced the bottle.

As he showered he thought of John across the street at the gym working his muscles and building up a shimmering sheen of sweat. In another room not so far away another man's thoughts were drifting once again to John Hennigan. Cena sighed and pulled a white muscle shirt over his head. He had lessened his thoughts of John but they were not yet non-existent. Just last night he had woken up to the last clinging remnants of a hard-on inducing dream involving the person he was trying to forget.

Cena tied his sneakers up, grabbed a bag, and then headed out of his room, down the hallway, down the elevator, out the lobby and across the street to the gym. It was still early and he hoped to hit it and get his work out done before the gym was full of people.

He entered the gym and looked around to find that at first it seemed deserted.

"First customer of the day?" He said to the blonde woman at the front. She shook her head with a smile and her fair pony tail flopped from side to side.

"There's one other person."

He followed her pointing finger to a man who was working on a machine. Great, Cena nearly grumbled, just great. He recognized the form immediately as John Hennigan. Maybe if I don't look at him he won't notice me and I'll forget he's here. Ha, sure. Cena stuffed his bag into a locker and headed to a machine that was across the room from Hennigan.

John hummed along to the music that was playing in his ears. He was almost done with his morning work out. He just needed to finish a few more reps here and then head over to do some bench presses. He knew he was the only one in the gym besides the blonde woman at the counter and that he shouldn't do the bench presses with out a spotter but it was part of his routine and it would throw his whole mojo off if he left the gym without doing his bench presses. He would just use lighter weights. It was nothing he couldn't handle. John let out a sigh as the weights on the machine clanked as he lowered them down. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair and got up from the machine. A new song began to play as he stretched his arms and headed to the bench.

Quit staring damn it! Cena forced his lids to blink over his eyes. He had gotten very little done towards a work out. In fact the only parts of his body that were working out would have to be his eyes that kept running over John's body. Cena forcefully pulled his gaze away and tried to focus on what he had come here to do. He tried to swallow and noticed his mouth had gone bone dry from ogling and getting excited over Hennigan.

He left the machine he had been sitting at and went to a vending machine that had various sports drinks. He opted for a plain old water and unscrewed the top and guzzled some. His eyes tried to remain away from the other man in the room but at last they could keep away no longer.

Cena watched as John's arms pumped up and down. The muscles flexed and contracted sliding and working beautifully beneath his browned skin. His chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale and sweat beaded on his brow and dripped down the side of his face. Cena leaned against the wall for a few moments trying desperately to stop his mind and eyes from wandering. However, those parts had decided to betray him and soon enough his feet joined in on the mutiny as they carried him over to the bench where John was working.

"Hey…" Cena started in a dry voice. He cleared his throat noisily and then gulped down some more water. "Hey, you're not supposed to do that without a spotter."

Cena smiled down at Hennigan and stood at the head of the bench. He stretched his palms outward ready to help lift the weight if it should grow too heavy. See, you're doing nothing wrong. You're just being his spotter. If he would have dropped the weight on himself you would have felt bad. You had to come over and spot him to make sure he didn't hurt himself.

Hennigan blinked up at the man standing over him. This was not a good time. He closed his eyes to keep his focus on his work out and he continued to pump the weight up and down.

Cena's focus once again drifted from actually spotting Hennigan to just looking over the man's body as his muscles clenched and unclenched with each beautiful motion. The smell of John's body wash mingling with his sweat clouded his senses with desires. His ears heard each quick intake of breath as John brought the weight downwards and then the forceful thrust of the breath out again as he pushed the weight back up. In Cena's mind the breathing reminded him of other times when he had made John pant and breathe forcefully and desperately. Cena closed his eyes remembering the feel of John's body pressing against his, his hot breath on his skin, his hips working, his lips searching…

"John!" Hennigan had opened his eyes and lost all focus. He was looking directly up at John Cena's bulging crotch. There was not much to be left to the imagination as the thin fabric of his gym shorts revealed his hard member. The only thing that hammered through Hennigan's mind was the thought of taking that wanting beast in his mouth and tasting it once again, feeling it throb against his tongue, pleasuring it again. The forgotten weight grew heavy and caused his arms to start shaking. The increasing pressure gradually brought him out of his daze long enough for him to realize the bar was laying across his chest and preventing him from breathing. "John!" He gasped again hoping the other man, who was supposed to be his spotter, would help him out. After Cena remained frozen in his own trance a few moments longer, and Hennigan was sure he was not going to come to his rescue, he tilted the bar to the left and the weights on that end slid of with a bang and clang.

Cena jumped startled out of his fantasy by the clinking and clattering of metal. He looked down to see Hennigan had emptied the weights to either side of the bench and had replaced the empty bar back in its place above the bench. Before Cena could stop he was around the bench straddling it and on top of John. His lips sought desperately at Hennigans and he found them soft and wet and ready. He took them with his own. As he suckled at the soft pink tissue shivers coursed throughout his body. Hennigan's hands pressed against his chest and he mumbled something into Cena's mouth but he could care less what John was trying to say.

Hennigan tried to fight but he was wrapped up in Cena's strong arms and the man's lips plundered his in a way that set off sparks through his whole body. He tried to mumble and tell Cena to stop but his plea had been usurped and muffled by Cena's hot, needy, mouth. John parted his lips to let Cena's tongue have its way with his own. The wet muscle swirled and danced in his mouth pushing and prodding. John slid his tongue past Cena's lips tasting the familiar flavor of them. Soon both tongues were battling for dominance. Cena's body moved against his own and he could feel the throb of his pulsing cock against his. Hennigan moaned and wrapped his legs around John's waist as the man rocked back and forth. Oh fuck, make it stop! Hennigan thought as his mind exploded with chemical pleasures. This isn't supposed to be happening, I said make it stop! He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and points of color danced before them. I said—"Stop!" John panted out in a rough moan. "Oh John, oh please you have to stop!"

Cena moved his kisses down Hennigan's chin and neck and started to bite there. A sudden image of Mike flashed through John's head and he could only imagine him finding a purple hickey on his neck. Things are too good with Mike, I love him, I can't do this again. He pushed hard against Cena's heaving chest.

"Cena, I said no." John's head fell back against the bench and he closed his eyes as sweat rolled down his face and neck.

"Damn it!" Cena hissed and jerked upwards cracking his head hard on the bar. The metal rod rattled as it thuncked against the back of his skull. "Ow!"

Cena slid off of the bench and rubbed his head. He looked down at Hennigan who brought his shaking hands to his brow to wipe away the shimmering perspiration. John sat up and scowled at Cena.

"You are making this hard for me…in more ways than one." He brought the bottom of his shirt up to his face, revealing his tight, glistening abs to Cena in the process, and he wiped his face on the fabric before letting it fall down again over his stomach.

"Uuuh…sorry I'm not trying to." Cena blinked trying to gather his wits about him but his mind was not in full control of his body. Other organs had other plans than what his rational mind would try to follow. Cena picked up his water bottle and splashed himself in the face with it. It did little to cool him down.

"I need to get back to Mike."

"I know." Cena said stupidly, not knowing what else he could say. Hennigan walked away from Cena and out of the gym leaving the bigger man in a horny stupor.

lol, horny stupor, that just sounds funny. So things got a little heated between the Johns... Please continue to leave reviews for me they're nice and so are you. :) Oh yeah, I may change the title it seems kind of like a dumb title "Discovering Love" but I can't think of anything better yet. If anyone has any suggestions feel free to suggest them. :D