John hasn't come back from the lake just yet. He has been there since the not so little altercation where I ended up punching him square in the face and even when I'm not sure exactly sure how much time has passed by, I do know that he has been there for a very long time.
Basically, he walked out there somewhere during the afternoon and now that the sun already disappeared West and a full moon is shining from above, he hasn't come back yet.
He just went missing in action.
Now, in more than a few occasions, I've played with the idea of going out there to see what he's up to and I don't know, maybe apologize for letting the worse of me come out; but every time that thought crossed my mind, I shut it up by saying out loud that no, I didn't overreact and that John got what he deserved.
After all who the hell does he think he is? What happened that night between the two of us was a mistake and as much as he may want it, it will never happen again.
That punch will serve to remind him of that, because now he knows that if he ever tries to do something funny again, I'll just break his damn mouth.
Nodding in self agreement, I purse my lips, looking around out of instinct. Much like all the previous times, I see no one around. I'm here by myself, sitting next to the place where John's fire should be burning right now as tired breath escapes pass my lips.
Now… deservingly or not, what happened earlier today with him has been re-playing nonstop in my mind; the feeling of my fist connecting harshly to his mouth, the way his eyes searched mine afterwards and yeah, the sight of him walking away.
Fuck, the whole thing just has me confused and truth be told, I don't know what to think or feel anymore.
Running both my hands through my hair, I look down, blowing out a breath and closing my eyes to the world.
Maybe I should go and check on him… I mean it's late, it's damn cold and a lot of things can go wrong in a place like this. You know how it goes with Murphy's law, anything that can go wrong will go wrong and it this island of doom, things can only get worse for us.
First we got stuck here and now our minds are drifting… I mean what other reason to explain what happened a couple of nights ago? We momentarily lost it and now we are dealing with the consequences.
Opening my eyes and pushing the inside of my cheek with my tongue, I get to my feet and shake my head. Then, before I know it my feet are already carrying me towards the foliage that leads towards the lake and I have to force them to stop.
"Just quit it, what are you going to say anyway?" I mumble to myself while turning around.
There's no point on going to him, what's done it's done and nothing will make it change. I punched him, yes… and even when I feel a little bit bad about it, I can't regret it because at the time, it was what I felt like doing.
Pursing my lips, I start to make it back to the place where I was sitting, but out of the corner of my eye I see him, his silhouette outlined in the chiaroscuro of the night.
For a moment all I do is stare at him, he is sitting with his back to me as he looks into the horizon. And just as he was last time I saw him, he is barefoot, shirtless and wearing just those infamous camouflage cargo pants that he seems to favor so much.
So there he is, there's no need for me to worry anymore. He seems okay… I mean he is still in one piece and I don't think he will drown sitting by the shore.
Now the only things I can do now is get into the shelter and sleep the memory of everything that happened away.
Yeah, that's the best I can do right now and it's what I shall be doing. But some reason I can't quite comprehend, my traitorous feet are once again walking without my permission and they are leading me straight towards him.
But once I'm just a few feet away from him, I halt on my tracks, a question I've been asking to myself since I first felt like walking to him bouncing inside my skull. What should I say to him?
"Are you going to attack me behind my back now?" He asks, his voice coming out dark and raspy as he extends both his arms to the sides.
Blinking at the question, I frown, but when I realize what he is implying, I just close my hands into fists and snarl my lips.
Stupid Cena, I wasn't even going to attack him… I still don't know what my intentions were but I sure as hell wasn't going to attack him.
Chuckling bitterly, I shake my head and without saying a word, I begin to turn around to leave.
I was stupid to come here, but I was stupider when I gave him free reign to mess up my head so maybe I got what I deserved.
As I begin to walk away, I feel his hand circling my forearm, his fingers digging into my flesh as he forces me to turn around.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I ask as I'm forced to face him, but instead of granting me an answer, what John does is press his mouth hard against mine and before I know it, I'm being kissed roughly and punishingly.
Caught off guard, I feel my head being jerked back, his face following mine as his tongue fights its way into my mouth.
It's weird, I mean I can definitely say that this is the first time someone kisses me like this and in a weird kind of way, I just allow it to happen.
"You are a stupid mother fucker." John hisses hotly against my mouth, his kiss ceasing momentarily before kidnapping my lips for another round of kissing.
This I also allow to happen, my face tilting to the side and my tongue meeting his halfway so I can kiss him back.
In a matter of nothing, he gets me out of my shirt, his hands running down my back and then settling on my hips to pull me closer to him.
That's when I ask to myself what the fuck is going on and then I pull back.
But this John is very insistent and clamping his hand to my neck, he restricts my movements. "I should punch you right now," He says all serious and my eyes momentarily go down to his lips.
In the darkness, I can see that there's a small bruise there and I don't have to think much about it to know I was the one that caused that.
"You want to take a shot at me? Go ahead…" I hiss, my tongue running over my bottom lip as my eyes go back to look into his. "Come on-" I continue, placing my hand to his chest and pushing him away.
To that, John takes a step forward and before I could prevent it, he does something with his leg that put me down on my back with a loud splashing sound.
Groaning, I feel him crashing on top of me, the water of the ocean soaking my back and my sides as his lips claim mine once again.
Like last time, I end up kissing him back, our tongues wrestling for dominance as I begin to feel my body reacting to him.
Now, this is a situation I never imagined to live; me heavily making out with John Cena? I mean come on… but then again this is really happening; it's real and as wrong as I realize it is, I can't get the willpower to push him away.
No, quite the contrary, as we kiss hungrily, what I do is use all my strength to swirl us around so I'm the one resting over him.
This doesn't seem to bother him and without breaking away, what he does is sneak his hands beneath my pants, grabbing a handful of my flesh and pulling me hard against his body.
Feeling the need to breath, I end the kiss only to have John's face bury into the crook of my neck. Once there, he uses his mouth against me once again, his teeth pulling at my skin, his tongue soothing the abused spot soon after and his hands grabbing everything he could.
"John…" I whisper huskily as my eyes close. Now I don't know what I was going to say, but whatever it was is forgotten when he turns us around, trapping me underneath his body once again as his hands go immediately to work on my pants.
What he did he did it quickly, he unbuttoned, he unzipped and he disposed of my pants with an eerie ability. Then sliding his mouth teasingly down my body, he takes my already hardened cock in his hand and with no preambles whatsoever, he slides it into his mouth.
"Ohh shit," I mumble, throwing my arm over my face as he takes me deeper into the warm cave of his mouth.
The whole thing is surreal, the sensation mind blowing. Now, I won't try to play the role of a Saint here and I have to admit that I've been on the receiving end of a blow job more times that I care to count and no, not all of them from my not so lovely wife; but this is way different… I mean this is John… a coworker… a man... and I don't know, it just feels different.
Placing my free hand on top of his head, I feel the way he moves up and down my shaft, the warmness of his tongue moving expertly around the crown on my damn dick. It's really something else and as a response, I moan huskily.
Other than moan and growl, I'm reduced into doing nothing else; I mean I occasionally buck my hips forward, getting deeper into his mouth but that's it; at least until John releases my erection and slides back up so he can kiss me.
For a few seconds I kiss him too, but then I feel the way he accommodates himself between my legs, spreading them wide and at that I place my hands to his chest to create some distance.
Now I don't know when it happened or how, but sometime while he was going down on me, John managed to get out of his pants and as a result, his dick is now pressing insistently against my ass.
"Hold it there…" I say and I mean it. One thing is to kiss and make out and another very differently to let him put his dick in my ass.
I mean really, I don't think that is going to do me any good here because one thing I learnt about John is that he is a big guy, one that won't easily fit down there.
Besides I don't know if I want to go that far…
Blinking slowly, John just clears his throat. "Relax." With that said, he kisses me again, his tongue swirling against mine and thankfully, his dick moving away from my ass.
Not that he goes too far, he just starts kissing me intently as he moves against me.
Like it happened two nights ago, we start to fool around. His hands settle on my ass, his cock throbs against my own and as we move, we create a friction that soon starts to make my mind get blurry.
It probably clouded his mind too, I know because the small moans that escape from his lips from time to time sound as if they were torn right from the back of his throat.
Now, during the whole thing, he doesn't speak a word, but then all of a sudden he pulls away and talks. "I want you to suck me."
Before I can say no fucking way, John moves from his spot and lays to my side, only that his feet are to my face and vice versa. That way, he grabs my hips and making me turn to my side, he goes back again to blow me.
Sucking in a breath, I place my hands to his hip. In this position his groin is basically in my face and I have to close my eyes not to stare at his erection.
Not that closing my eyes does any good, after all I can feel it occasionally brushing against my check and that makes it as real as if it was in my mouth.
Ah, and that's without mentioning that I can smell him; his musky scent is invading all my senses and through it I can almost taste him…
Not really knowing what to do, I jerk my face away, but then he takes all of me into his mouth and I moan, my head automatically moving forward until it rest against his hip.
"Jesus, John…" I say as his lips start to retreat slowly only to end up sucking the tip of my cock.
Now, as if moved by a being out of this planet, my hand moves forward and takes a hold him. For a while I just jerk him slowly, my fingers moving from the base to the very crown of his manhood as his hips jerk towards me.
"Shit." He mumbles, the timbre of his voice against my skin making me tremble.
That's when I do it, closing my eyes as tight as I can, I part my lips and guide him right inside my mouth.
Not that I do much with it, I just let it rest against my tongue and ever so slowly, I close my lips around it. Now, as little as that was, the response I got from him made me tremble all over again and wanting to hear the throaty whisper of my name once more, I add a little suction to my ventures.
"Randy… that feels fucking amazing."
Frowning because I'm not really doing anything, I slide my lips further down his length. I do it with caution, I mean like I said he is a big guy and I don't want to choke the first time I do this.
After that, he goes back into working down on me and little by little, I start to get more confident to reciprocate to him.
Now, doing this is not as bad as I thought it would be; yeah in some way it almost feels obscene because I have a damn dick in my mouth and it's Johh Cena's; but at the same way I'm oddly enjoying the taste of him. I also like the way his fingers dig into my hips and of course, the way his mouth feels around my own cock.
The whole thing feels surreal, and when he pulls away to say in a raspy voice that he is close, I slowly pull away and set my lips on his balls instead.
Sure, deep in my mind I know I should pull completely away, but there's no way I'll do that an deprive myself from the pleasure of feeling his expert tongue on me.
"Don't stop… Ran," He says with my dick still in his mouth.
That's how it happens, with my tongue running through the rough surface of his sack and my hand jerking his rock hard erection with a steady rhythm he seems to like, John explodes in my hand.
"Shit… oooh… fucking shit." He rambles, his hips shooting towards me.
Fighting the urge to move away, I feel his hot seed moisten my hand and yes, some of it lands on my cheek too, making me feel like the world's cheapest man-whore. But because I can feel my release also approaching, I keep my hand working on him.
There's no stopping until I have my moment and by the way he is now feasting on me, I'm sure it will come soon.
As I was expecting, his ministrations make my balls tighten up and my blood starts to ring in my ears. I probably mumble something about not wanting him to stop, but then again I probably said nothing. All I know is that with the speed of a bullet, my cock jerks inside John's mouth and without any kind of warning, I let go against his tongue.
Groaning out loud, I throw my head into the water, loving the way John never pulled back away from me. He just drank all I had to offer and it wasn't until my dick started to go back to its limp state that he let go of me.
That was one of the most intense moments I ever lived… I'm calling it right now.
Still in cloud nine, I'm barely aware that John moved from his position and it is only when I feel his mouth seeking mine that I open my eyes.
"That was really something, wasn't it? I guess this is why they say there's nothing like a nice blow job to make guys bond."
Wiping whatever traces of cum there is in my face with a bit of water from the ocean, I push the inside of my check with my tongue and look at him. He is smiling one of those annoying smiles of his and just so I don't have to look at him, I close my eyes and clear my throat.
"John-" I groan, resting my head back into the water while wondering how comes that a man can end up an angry sexual encounter with a big grin on his face. But then again this is John so it's not really that shocking.
He just doesn't really know how to hold a grudge for more than a couple of hours and as I see it, the fact that I punched him right in the face a few hours ago doesn't seem to bother him now in the sightless now.
"Save the regrets for later," He says absentmindedly, resting on his back right beside me and then blowing out a breath. "For now let us enjoy the moment."
Leering at him and noticing the lazy smile on his face, I roll my eyes.
"Enjoy the moment? John, we are naked in the water, its dark as it's going to get and we are stuck in this damn place." Ah, and that's without mentioning that I went Brokeback Mountain over here!
How can I enjoy the moment?
"Yeah I know, I know… but look at that moon. Besides the water is warm…"
"You are fucking crazy." I mumble and when I try to turn around to look for my pants, he grabs my arm and forces me back to him.
With what he did, I end up on top of him and more than ever, I feel very naked.
"Where are you going?" He asks, his voice low and his eyes scanning mine.
"I'm going back to the shelter. I don't feel like freezing my ass here just so I could stare at the moon."
Blinking slowly, John's lips curve into some kind of a tentative smile. "Can I go with you?"
Snorting and trying to ignore the way his hand settle on my lower back, I shrug. "It's your damn shelter; you can go in there whenever you want to."
As soon as my words are out, he leans towards me and kisses my lips.
I let him do it, even taking the invitation of his parted lips and sliding into his mouth to kiss him properly.
Now, a hushed voice inside my head tells me that this is too much, but getting into the moment I ignore it and wait until John is the one that pulls away.
"Good, then let's get back there."
Nodding and sitting on my crunches, I chew on my lips. If I go with him back into that shelter, I'm basically giving in into whatever weird relationship is brewing between us; but if I stay, my mind will start going in circles, I'll go out of my mind and that is worse than anything I can imagine.
I don't know, maybe what I need to do is stop thinking so damn much and just let this thing run its course…
"Yeah, let's get back there."