AN: Yeah, another chapter! I am breaking my rule for this fic and posting this chapter before I have the next one done. But I love all my readers so much, and this is my favorite chapter, that I just had to put it out there. It's a long one, so enjoy. Keep them reviews comming. They do often help to brighten a bad day!
AN#2: I will try not to make these extra notes a habbit, but other than a few of my friends (and by few, I mean one, I just wanted to sound cooler, but the cat is out of the bag now) I have no one else to rant to about things like this. I read the spoilers for this weeks SmackDown, and before you get all up in arms, no I am not going to give anything away. All I did was scroll down to read any information about The Corre, and I have to say that I think my prediction from the last AN#2 is correct (it hasnt happened yet, but I can feel it comming). I also figured out why. Since I haven't been watching wrestling all that long, i have never seen them do the draft. I know how they work, so i got to thinking. What if they are breaking up The Corre to be able to move some of them back to Raw? I dont exactally know under what circumstances they would do that, but a little change never hurt anyone. It just occured to me though, that Wade will not be moving to Raw as he holds a SmackDown title. I guess this makes me sad because SmackDown is obviously not as cool or as awesome (not just becaue of The Miz) as Raw. Oh well, maybe it is a good idea leaving Wade on SD. What with Randy, Cena, and Punk all on Raw, they have to leave a little eye candy for SD!
Chapter 11:
Sunrises and Grass Stains
It was Monday morning, a morning that Wade had begun to hate. It was the last time he would wake up with John for four days. It was strange to him that he was becoming so dependent on John. It didn't really start until he had that discussion with Otunga. Wade knew all of this would end, and soon. The fairy tale would be over before he knew it. He just wanted to take advantage of being with John before he had to throw him away.
John opened his eyes slowly, hugging Wade closer as the younger man ran his fingers up and down his arm. He was in his favorite position, legs wrapped around Wade's, head on his chest, loving the feeling of the slow, steady breath on the top of his head. He could tell there had been something wrong with Wade all week. Not that he minded, but there was something different about the way Wade did certain things. He kissed harder, held tighter. There was even something different in how they fucked. It was almost as if Wade was trying to memorize every touch, every taste. There was a desperate quality to the way the younger man held onto him at night when they fell against the bed, covered in sweat and other fluids. He had even begun to notice the pained look on Wade's face every time John touched him, even if it was only there for a second. John had tried, over the past week, to get out of him what was wrong, but the younger man always said it was 'nothing' or reassured John that he was 'fine, just tired'. Eventually, John let it go.
Just before the house show on Saturday night, John had received a call from McMahon. He had appearances scheduled for the break, but for some reason they had been cancelled. John didn't ask why. It had been hard for him to keep this secret from Wade, but when he opened his eyes that morning, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Why do you look so sad?" John asked with a smile, kissing the patch of Wade's chest closest to his lips.
Wade wanted to say 'because you will be gone for four days and I will be all alone' but decided not to. "Because I don't want to get up."
John knew he was lying. Turning his dimples on full strength, John flipped over, resting his chin on Wade's chest, looking straight into the green tinged hazel eyes of the Brit. "It couldn't have anything to do with all those silly interviews I have to do?"
Wade tried to keep the answer from his face, but as soon as he heard the laugh John was trying to stifle, he knew the jig was up. "No," he said frowning, trying as hard as he could to keep his emotions in check, "I just really don't want to get up. Getting out of this bed means that I have to deal with Otunga and all of his bullshit, not to mention trying to keep Harris and McGillicutty out of serious trouble." Forcing a smile, Wade added with a whine, "Being the leader of The Nexus is so hard. You really have no idea."
"At least Justin and Heath are semi-normal," John said with a laugh as he sat up and climbed onto Wade, straddling his waist. "I know you weren't excited about me being away, I didn't really want to be away either," he added as he ran his hands up and down Wade's chest, earning a soft moan from the younger man.
Wade sat up and met John's lips with his own, deepening their kiss when John allowed his tongue in, sliding his around, teasing. Finally, Wade heard the last few words John had said, and he pulled away with a quizzical look. "Did you say 'weren't' and 'didn't'?"
John smiled against Wade's neck, kissing and nipping it as he made his way to the smooth skin of his shoulder. "Yes."
Wade was having a hard time concentrating now that John was slowly grinding his butt into quickly hardening cock. Gathering his thoughts, Wade said, "So you don't have any this week?"
"Nope," John said before claiming Wade's mouth again, continuing his hips slow movement, becoming rather hard himself.
Wade moaned into the kiss, before he pulled away, a slightly more angry look on his face, even though his eyes were shining with desire. "When did you find out?"
John looked back at Wade, grinning widely. "Saturday." He dove in for another kiss, sending sparks through both their bodies.
With one swift movement, Wade flipped John on his back. "You kept this from me for two days?" Wade yelled, trying to look angry, but giving up, smashing his lips against John's in a fierce, passionate kiss. John laced his fingers in his dark curls, pulling Wade's face deeper, almost as if he wanted to fuse their lips together.
John laughed, in spite of the younger man's passion. "Damn it, John," Wade began as he kissed a path along the other man's jaw and neck, biting down hard on the spot behind his ear, "you made me worry."
"I, I guess I never knew you cared that much." John was still smiling, though his face began to contort in pleasure as Wade began to grind his hips into John, teasing his entrance with his already leaking dick. John moaned, as this movement added to the friction around his cock, trapped between their writhing bodies.
Kissing and licking down John's chest and abs, Wade sat up, leveling angry glare at John. "I guess I'll have to show you what happens to bad little boys who keep secrets from me."
John began to laugh at the ridiculousness of Wade's statement. When he looked in the younger man's eyes, he saw a hunger, pure lust, causing the smile to turn into a wicked smirk. "Oh, please," he said thickly, voice dripping with desire, "don't punish me too badly."
An hour later, John fell to the bed, covered in sweat, completely exhausted, swearing he would never keep anything from Wade again.
The next morning Wade woke up to an empty bed. He knew that John's flight was earlier than his, but he would have liked to say goodbye. Keep it together, Barrett, he told himself as he buried his face in John's pillow, inhaling deeply. Just breathe. Clearly, that wasn't helping as the only thing entering his nose was the smell of his lover and a reminder of what they had done for the two hours before they fell asleep.
Living in that very pleasant memory for just a minute, Wade finally opened his eyes and saw a note folded on the nightstand on John's side of the bed. Using his long arms, Wade, grabbed it.
Wade,
I'm sorry I couldn't wake you, but I know how much you hate mornings and you looked so tired. I guess I really wore you out last night. But I digress. Since we spent the break at your place last week, it is time you saw my house. Call me when you get home.
Waiting as patiently as you (which is not at all if I know anything about you)
John
Wade chuckled at the last line. They had really only known each other for a little over a month, but already it seemed as though John knew Wade like the back of his hand. It was that thought that brought a wrinkle to the Brit's forehead. No, not here, I am not going to ruin this with that. It was getting harder and harder for Wade to forget about Otunga and his ultimatum.
Quickly, Wade focused on packing and getting to the airport. As much as he wanted to deny it, the flight to Tampa was the longest three hours of his life. All he wanted to do was be with John. Didn't matter what they did, just as long as they were together. Being away from him was a constant reminder of what he had to do, of what he was pretty sure in doing, might save their respective careers, but destroy their lives.
An hour after touch down, Wade walked into his house. He riffled through the mail his housekeeper left for him on the table by the door, before walking up the stairs to his bedroom. As quickly as he could, he unpacked his bag, throwing all the dirty clothes into the hamper before filling his bag again with fresh clothes for the week. As he was zipping his bag up, he heard the floor in the hallway creek.
"You know you won't need any clothes for the next few days," he heard John say from behind him. He turned around just in time to see the other man rushing towards him with a devilish grin on his face.
In seconds, John smashed his lips against Wade's, pushing his tongue inside with a force that made Wade groan. They were like teenagers at make out point, shirts flying off to God knows where. Groping, touching, feeling, as much of the other as they could.
Wade took the opportunity to breathe, as John covered his jaw and neck with kisses. "What the hell are you doing here?" He could hardly speak, so clouded were his thoughts by what John's mouth was doing.
"Flight tracker. Couldn't wait. Needed you too much." John spoke all while kissing his way down Wade's chest, lavishing his tongue around the pert nipples.
As Wade, leaned into John's kisses and licks, he felt a tug on his belt, the slight vibration as the zipper was pulled down, followed by his jeans falling to the floor. With one swift movement, Wade kicked them, not even paying attention when the few books they hit, fell to the floor.
Shortly after that, John lost all of his clothes just before getting thrown to the bed, bouncing slightly as he hit the soft comforter. Not long after that, all the air in John's lungs left in a rush as he fell on the heaving chest of his lover.
Wade snickered as he rubbed circles on John's back. "Here I was, thinking I was getting a lift from you, but what I got was a ride."
John rolled off of him, looking at him quizzically, for a second before he got the joke. "Very funny, Barrett," he said smiling back at him, smacking his chest playfully.
An hour later, they pulled into John's garage. Wade couldn't believe what he saw. It was filled to the brim with muscle cars. Wade didn't even know what they were, but he had to laugh a little when John saw his strange reaction.
"I know, I know," John said with his huge grin. "I'm kind of obsessed."
"I have half a mind to make you take back all those mean things you said about British people coming out of the womb with Shakespeare memorized. This gives me a whole new outlook on you." Wade couldn't help but change his incredulous look to a smile. "I may have to start calling you 'The all American, American'."
John laughed again, as he tugged Wade into the kitchen by his wrist. Pinning Wade to the counter, grinding his hips against his thigh, John said, "Will helping me break in the new bed I got a month ago help take your mind off of my previous offenses?"
Wade pretended to think about the suggestion for a few seconds, even going so far as to rub his chin in concentration. Giving John a look filled with lust and need, he said, "I think that will do just fine, though I don't think we need to go that far."
John looked a little confused, but his smirk grew when Wade said, "The counter looks just fine to me."
Twenty minuets later, Wade slumped to the floor, his legs still shaking from holding John up. "If that is how you conduct yourself in the kitchen, we might be cooking quite a bit."
John lifted himself off the counter to give Wade a glare. Laughing, he said, "You are now on joke probation."
They spent the rest of the day basically lounging around. Wade was forced to sit through several hours of ESPN. Despite the fact that John looked so cute when he got into the games, Wade had to admit it was kinda boring. True, he was a 'guy's guy', and could watch just about any sport, but this was not how he wanted to spend the afternoon with John. At least he was comfortable, sitting with his legs stretched out on the couch, but even feeling the older man snuggling back into his chest, hand firmly planted on his thigh, was of no help.
John noticed out of the corner of his eye that Wade was fidgeting with his phone. "You know," he said with a smile, while changing the channel, "I get the soccer channel here."
Instantly, Wade threw his phone, albeit gingerly, on the coffee table. Whipping his head towards the TV, he said, "It's called football, idiot."
John laughed, noticing how Wade became completely engrossed in the game rather quickly. He began to lazily run his hand up and down Wade's thigh, fingers fluttering over the skin, no reaction. John grabbed Wade's hand and brought it in front of him to sit in his lap. He used his free hand to trace the lines on the palm before him, still no reaction. John chuckled to himself lightly as the only thing Wade appeared to be paying any attention to was the game. John didn't get so much as a soft sigh of contentment when the hand on Wade's leg began to crawl further and further up his thigh.
Deciding to take things up a notch, John grabbed on to Wade and swung them around, both sets of legs hanging off the front of the couch. "John, what are you doing?" Wade asked, objecting to the interruption, but not really taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. "It's a Preston game."
John didn't reply, but simply slid of the couch, to his knees, and turned to face Wade. The younger man didn't see the smirk John shot him. Let's see you ignore this, John thought to himself as he licked his lip in a rather obscene manner.
John began to move his hands up Wade's legs, letting his fingers crawl up the toned thighs, slowly moving under the loose cargo-shorts he was wearing. "John, seriously, I'm trying to watch the game."
Again, John didn't respond, his smile getting wider by the second. In addition to his hands, now lightly kneading the hard muscles they found, John added his lips to the mix. Pushing Wade's legs a bit farther apart, John kissed a path from ankle to just above his knee and then back down the other side. He did hear Wade's breathe hitch slightly when he got closer to his crotch, so when he made the same movement up and down Wade's legs, he added his teeth, going further up the inside of his thighs, pushing the shorts up, to only inches below what he felt was a quickly hardening erection.
Wade took his gaze away from the TV at the exact moment John's nose grazed his cock. With every one of John's kisses, it was getting harder and harder to pay attention to the game, but as Wade so rarely got to watch his favorite team play, he turned back to the screen, redoubling his effort to ignore what his lover was doing.
John could tell that Wade was trying not to react to his ministrations, but he was having too much fun messing with him to stop. John leaned forward, pushing up the hem of Wade's shirt to expose his toned abs. John peppered the tan skin with kisses, occasionally sucking a bit of skin between his teeth, groaning when he finally heard a deep rumble of pleasure when he bit down.
"John," Wade gasped out when he felt a hand snake up his chest, fingers latching on to his nipple, tweaking it slightly. "What you're doing is rather distracting."
John removed his tongue from Wade's belly button, to look up at the younger man. With a devious glint in his bright blue eyes, he said, "Oh, please don't let me pull you away from your precious game." He leaned back a bit and grabbed onto the underside of Wade's knees, pulling them forward, bringing Wade's butt forward on the couch. Letting his fingers, again crawl back up the other man's legs, towards the waistband of his shorts, John let out a wickedly sexy laugh. Slowly, he began to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip Wade's shorts. Turning the look on his face to one of total innocence, John said, "We wouldn't want to miss a single moment of the game, would we." Wade continued to watch the screen, trying with all his might, not to look down at the man before him.
John leaned forward, nuzzling his face along the inside of Wade's thighs. When he reached his crotch, John shook his face back and forth, loving the muffled groans he heard. He reached his hand inside Wade's shorts, pulling his nearly hard cock free from their khaki confines.
"Looks like someone needs some attention," he said, curling his fingers around the shaft, running up and down the soft flesh, stroking it to full hardness. It was all Wade could do not to cry out when he felt John flick his tongue out to circle the now leaking head.
John lifted up Wade's cock and ran his tongue along the underside, slowly, teasingly. He looked up at his lover to see that his eyes were still on the screen, but they had a glazed look to them, his breathing coming out of his open mouth in short bursts. John smiled, knowing how hard this was for Wade.
Putting one hand on his thigh and the other on his abs, John slowly wrapped his full lips around the throbbing head of Wade's member, swirling his tongue around, lapping up the seeping liquid, moaning with delight at the slightly salty taste.
Wade closed his eyes and moaned out as John moved his head all the way down, taking all of his aching cock into his hot, wet, mouth. He almost stopped breathing when John began to pull his head up, gingerly scraping his teeth along sensitive flesh.
"Fuck, John," Wade growled out as the older man slowly started to bob up and down, swirling his tongue over every possible patch of skin, using his hands to message his abs and leg.
John responded with a growl of his own, sending vibrations through Wade's cock all the way up his spine and back down again. He loved hearing his lover fall to pieces at his touch. John left his hand on Wade's stomach, but moved the other inside his shorts. Cupping his balls, John began to message them as well, pulsing his hand like the beat of a heart every so often.
Wade was coming completely undone, and John was still moving at a snails pace. He moved his hands to John's head, running his fingers over the short hair before trying to force John lower.
John retaliated to this by adding his teeth, only a little harder than before. The hiss of slight pain, but overwhelming pleasure that escaped from Wade's lips, brought John to full hardness, his jeans stretching over his now aching cock.
"Johnny, please," Wade somehow managed to groan out, gulping down as much air as he could. "You're killing me here."
Hearing the slight desperation in the younger man's voice, John picked up the pace, moving his head up and down around Wade's thick member faster. He added a low hum, intensifying the pleasure he was giving.
Wade could feel his release coming, his stomach muscles tightening and his balls aching. "Oh fuck, John. Oh…my… I'm…gonna…Ghaaaa!"
Just when he felt the cock in his mouth begin to twitch as his release coiled, John slowed down, stopping his hum, and removing his hand from Wade's balls, adding it to the one on his stomach. As he continued bobbing his head slowly up and down, John rubbed circles on the heaving chest and abs of his lover. He looked up at Wade, and smiled around the younger man's aching flesh.
"Please don't do this again," Wade pleaded, begging for John to let him release. "I don't know if I can take it again."
John, smiled again, and winked, as he took pity on Wade and ramped up his speed and hum, slowly, but eventually reaching the same rhythm it was at when he had slowed. It wasn't too long before he heard a jumble of words spill from Wade's lips letting him know he was close. Again John, slowed, just a little, stopping the hum as well. He laughed when a pained cry echoed around the room. Again, he sped up, taking Wade's cock in and out of his mouth with renewed vigor.
"Oh fuck, don't stop…Don't fucking stop…Holy shit!" Wade was nearly hyper-ventilating now, so close to his release. "Shit! I'm…"
He couldn't quite finish that thought as the first wave of extreme pleasure fell about him. His whole body was on fire as John moved his head up and down, catching his release in his mouth, swallowing every drop. He shook as every ribbon shot out, adding a cry to every tremor.
John continued to suck Wade until he was sure there was nothing left. He slowly lifted his head, making sure every inch of Wade's now spent cock was clean. Slowly, John placed him back in his pants, carefully closing them.
With some effort because of his tight pants, John rose to his feet. He looked down at Wade with a grin of satisfaction. The younger man's head was still resting on the back of the couch, mouth still wide open, gasping for air, fingers wrapped so tight around the two throw pillows on either side of him, that his knuckles were white.
With a grin of a job well done, John said as he walked towards the kitchen, "Well that made me thirsty, do you want anything while I'm in here, babe?"
Wade opened his eyes just in time to see the strained front of John's pants as he walked away. As quickly as his still slightly shaky legs would let him, Wade hopped up from the couch saying, "Only if its Cena flavored!"
John woke up, and rolled over to an empty spot next to him in bed. He buried his face in the pillow, inhaling the scent that was unique to Wade, before he opened his eyes. It was still slightly dark outside the huge glass doors that led to the balcony, only a thin pink haze, as the sun began to rise. As he let his eyes adjust to the darkness, he realized Wade was outside, wrapped in the comforter from the bed, leaning against the railing.
Wade turned his head away from the horizon when he heard the door behind him open and shut. The sight of John, stark naked, dimples shining, illuminated by only a sliver of sunrise, actually took Wade's breathe away. He watched as John walked over to his side, never taking his eyes off the smiling face of the man he loved.
He nearly cried. Wade had awoken from a fitful sleep, tormented by dreams he couldn't make out clearly, remembering only what happened just before he opened his eyes. John was curled in a ball, shaking with sobs, crying 'why' over and over. When Wade opened his eyes to the back of John's head, a sense of sadness washed over him. He knew what it was about, but the urge to get up and get some fresh air over took his need to stay curled behind the older man. Slowly, Wade took his arm out from underneath John's head, holding his breath, hopeful he wouldn't wakeup. Slithering off the bed, Wade grabbed the comforter from the floor, and wrapping it around him, walked out on to the balcony.
When he first came out, the sky was still dark, but now when he glanced at it, behind the still smiling form of his lover; it was a perfect pink, orange, and red Florida sunrise. Opening his arms, he pulled John inside the warmth of the comforter, before claiming his lips in the most passionate kiss he could manage. He poured all of his love for John, his happiness of where they were in their relationship, and all the sadness of what he knew he had to do, into that kiss.
John melted into the kiss, allowing Wade's tongue passage, moaning as it began to massage his own tongue. He felt everything Wade put into the kiss, all the love as well as the sadness. He wrinkled his forehead in questioning, as they broke apart for air. "Wade," he said, pulling the taller man closer, burying his head in the man's chest, "what's wrong?"
Wade didn't respond, he only hugged John tighter. There were so many things going through his mind, but he just couldn't bring himself to ruin this tender moment. He pressed his lips to the top of John's head, inhaling the scent of soap and sweat. "I just needed some fresh air," Wade finally replied after a minute or two of silence.
John looked up at him. He had felt the emotion in Wade's kisses and his tight hug. He had heard the almost desperate quality to his voice. He knew something was off, but again he let it go. He turned around, still pressing his body against Wade's, holding the younger man's arms to his chest. "You know I've lived in Florida for almost six years," John said, his voice catching slightly, "and I don't think I have ever seen a sunrise more beautiful."
"That is one thing I like about living here," Wade replied, kissing the top of John's head again. "Back home, we never had sunrises like this. They were always gray and foggy."
"Will you stay out here and watch it with me?" John asked, turning to look into the green hazel eyes behind him.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Wade smiled, pulling John in for a deep kiss, hugging him as close as he could.
The two men shuffled over to the oversized lounge chair. John relaxed into Wade's strong embrace. As they settled down, adjusting the comforter to cover them both, John couldn't help but chuckle a little. "You know, I was kinda pissed when the decorator went behind my back and bought this ridiculous piece of outdoor furniture. This is the first time I have ever used it."
"Really? It is pretty comfortable."
John smiled again, bringing Wade's hand up to his lips, kissing the palm tenderly. "It wouldn't be half as comfortable without you."
Wade looked at John, and wished will all his might he could say the three words he knew the older man wanted to hear. He wanted to say them, he just didn't know how. He pressed his lips to John's in a tender kiss, trying to show John that he did love him.
When the kiss broke, both men went back to watching the sunrise, eventually, falling asleep in each others arms.
Wade woke up a few hours later, alone, sweating his balls off. He was instantly glad that John kind of lived in the middle of nowhere. He threw off the comforter and walked back into the house, completely nude, without the fear of neighbors. Looking around, he found his bag, and pulled on a pair of cotton pajama pants. He walked down the stairs, realizing the house was completely empty.
On the kitchen counter, was a note with a set of keys right next to it.
Wade,
Sorry I left you this morning. I had to go meet with my trainer. He was chomping at the bit, and wouldn't take no for an answer. I tried to wake you, to at least get you to move inside, but you wouldn't budge. Hope it didn't get to hot out there for you! Anyway, since I want to come straight home after the gym, could you go out and get some groceries? There isn't anything to eat in the house. I left you the keys to the truck. I locked all the others in a drawer. I don't trust you and your whacked out English road skills to drive my babies. There is a list on the back. I'll be home in a few hours.
John
Wade chuckled to himself at the thought of John locking the keys to his 'babies' away so Wade couldn't drive them. He took a quick shower and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt before walking out to the garage and climbing into the truck, and driving to the store.
John was surprised to see that the truck was still gone when he got back. Before he walked upstairs, he glanced at the bag of laundry Wade had brought with him. Guess doing some would be a good idea, he thought as he walked into the bedroom to his own travel bag, pulling out all the dirty clothes.
As he sorted through everything in the laundry room down stairs, he was instantly reminded of the last time he had been made to do Wade's laundry. He smiled, thinking about how different things were. Now, he was willingly doing it for Wade. Throwing shirts and jeans into the washer, John saw a pair of Wade's trunks fall to the floor. Smiling wickedly to himself, John knew exactly what he was going to do.
"John, I'm home," Wade said as he walked into the kitchen from the garage. "Get that huge ass out here and help me bring this shit in." He heard the TV was on in the living room. He walked around the corner, and stopped dead in his tracks. Outside on the patio, was John, lying on his stomach, arms under his head, on another one of the huge lounge chairs. The next thing he noticed actually made his mouth go dry. John was soaking up the sun in a pair of Wade's trunks. Wade shifted slightly, feeling his jeans grow tighter at the sight of John's backside stretching the spandex.
John stayed completely still when he heard the sliding door open and shut. He could almost hear Wade trying to breathe deeply, causing him to smile into his forearms. He felt the padding on the lounge chair dip as Wade sat down next to him. John couldn't help letting a low, soft moan escape when he felt the younger man's fingers ghosting over the skin of his back.
"You know, John," Wade said thickly, not even trying to mask how much he was enjoying what lay before him, "you're huge ass is ruining my trunks." He punctuated the end of his sentence with a nice hard smack to the muscles under the spandex.
"You love my ass," John replied, turning to look at Wade, flexing his butt muscles under the strong palm. He turned his head forward again, letting another moan escape, as Wade leaned down, laying kisses along his spine.
"I do. But, I wonder if I love you shoulders more?" Wade removed his shirt and climbed on top of John, positioning himself on the older man's legs. He nipped and licked a line from shoulder to shoulder. "Or maybe your ribs, are my favorite part." He scooted down and laid a line of kisses down one side, adding his teeth, before lavishing the same attention on the other side.
John couldn't help but tense up when he felt Wade bite down rather hard on the skin just under the hem of the trunks. "I think maybe I like you legs the most," Wade said, smiling into the smooth skin of John's thighs, nipping and licking down to his calf and back up the other side.
John involuntarily ground his hips into the lounger, his cock getting painfully hard, wet spot on the trunks growing bigger with every touch of the Brits lips and tongue. "I don't care what part of me you like best," John groaned out, his breath hitching as Wade parted his legs, lavishing his tongue on his inner thighs, "so long as you keep doing what ever it is that you are doing with that mouth of yours."
Wade slipped his hand under John to cup his spandex clad erection, rubbing and squeezing it. "Are you sure?" he asked, growing harder from the moans his actions brought out of the older man. Licking a long line up his spine before going back to grab a mouth full of John's covered ass, Wade said, "Because I'm pretty sure there are plenty more things I could do with my mouth."
Without warning, John pushed up and flipped over, hauled Wade up to his face, and claimed his mouth, in a hard, lip bruising kiss. He growled into the kiss, slipping his tongue through the younger man's lips, running it over every available spot. He opened his legs as he grabbed onto Wade's denim cover ass, pulling their crotches together.
Wade let out a low, guttural moan, grinding his hard cock into John's, as John began to suck and lick at the skin of his throat, biting down hard on his collar bone.
John reached between their bodies, unfastened Wade's jeans, and slipped a hand inside. "I love it when you go commando," he gasped out as the younger man took hold of one of his nipples, giving it a few licks before grazing it with his teeth.
The feeling of John's strong hand running up and down his cock, brought a moan of sheer pleasure from Wade's mouth, as he thrust his hips forward into the tunnel created around him.
"These need to come off," John said, moving both of his hands to the waistband of Wade's jeans and pushed them over his hips and ass. He brought his feet up to continue pushing them down his thick, long legs, before Wade kicked them off with a flick of his foot.
Wade smashed his lips against John's in a soul searing kiss, letting his tongue dance around the older man's mouth, groaning at the sweet taste that was unique to him. Hands flew over sweat covered skin as the two lovers tasted each other. Wade could feel the wet spot on the trunks John was wearing as the ground their hips together at a furious pace.
John moaned out again, feeling Wade slip a hand into his trunks, rubbing the wetness collecting on the throbbing head of his painfully hard cock. The moan almost drowned out the creaking of the lounge chair.
"We need to move," John gasped out, breaking their kiss, when Wade applied more pressure, squeezing his hand as it moved up and down his shaft. "This thing is gonna break if we go much further."
Moving his mouth over John's jaw and neck, leaving a trail of soft red bite marks, Wade made his way to his lover's ear. "Oh, and we will be going so much further." He pulled his hand out of John's trunks and ran his fingers, hard, along the covered crack, emphasizing exactly how far they were going to go. He moved his lips to John's Adam's apple, loving the way it bobbed up and down, as he moaned and gasped out.
Pushing his ass into Wade's fingers, willing the fabric between them to magically disappear, John gasped out, "Bed or grass?"
Smothering John's neck and chest with his tongue, while still pushing their cocks together, Wade said thickly, "Grass. I don't think I could make it to the bed. And I know you don't want rug burns."
Wade moved to capture John's lips in another kiss, full of burning desire. They stayed that way for a minute, hands roaming slick skin, tongues battling for dominance, hips thrusting together, moans filling the air. "Baby, we really have to move," John said, breaking their kiss when he heard something that sounded like wood splitting.
Wade, with one last grind of his hips, slowly pushed his body off of John, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest, causing the older man to arch his body up to keep the contact going.
Wade stood next to the lounger, staring down at the heaving body below. John was running his hands down his chest, trying to keep the fire Wade had created on his skin from going out. It was one of the sexiest things the younger man had ever seen.
He reached down and grabbed John by the wrists, hauling him off the lounge chair, smashing their bodies together, lips locking yet again as they moved off the slate tile of the patio onto the soft, cool, grass.
John ran his hands down Wade's back, digging his nails into the firm muscles. Wade growled in response, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of John's trunks, pulling them down.
John gasped as his pulsing erection hit the fresh air before thrusting his hips into Wade's, nearly coming undone at the sensation of it rubbing along the younger man's length.
Finally, the two lovers made it to the shade of a tree next to the house. They stood for a few seconds, grinding against one another, tongues raging a fierce battle in the others mouth.
With out a word, Wade changed his kiss to a slower, more sensual one. He held John one arm around his waist, one hand behind his head, and lowered him slowly to the ground. With the lust and need filled actions of the past few minutes, these simple actions caught John slightly off guard. It was as if the whole mood changed.
Wade released John's mouth, sucking his bottom lip, nipping it slightly with his teeth. With one hand still around the back of his head, Wade moved the other to curl around John's leaking cock. "Wade please," John gasped out when the younger man brushed the pulsing head of his erection with his thumb. "Please baby, I need you so much right now."
It was all Wade could do not to come as soon as the words left John's lips. All other thoughts except for making John feel the most amazing pleasure of his life quickly flew out of Wade's mind. He placed his hands on either side of the other man's face, bringing him in for a kiss that had more passion and love than he knew he had.
John put his hands on the grass covered earth and pushed his body up, deepening their kiss, forcing Wade on his butt. Without any hesitation, he climbed on top of the younger man, pushing his body into Wade's, both of them almost finding their release from the sensation.
"Oh God, Wade!" John gasped out, continuing the slow grind of his hips as Wade sucked on his pulse point. "I need you so much it's killing me."
Removing his mouth, Wade let out a cry of desperation. "No prep?" he asked, not wanting to ruin the beauty of what they were doing by hurting him.
Wade had gone back to kissing John's neck, currently licking and nipping at the small scar at the right of his Adam's Apple. John reached down, cupping the younger man's face between his hands and brought it up so they could lock eyes. "I love you so much. I don't care how much it hurts."
Wade nearly cried in that moment. He loved John, and he knew John knew it as well. He wanted to tell him, wanted to scream out for the world to hear, that he would never love another the way he loved John, but he couldn't. Looking into the brilliant blue eyes of the only person who would ever have his whole heart, Wade knew that saying the three words would make everything harder. He claimed John's mouth in another soul searing kiss, hoping it would make up for what he couldn't bring himself to say. "Let's take this slow," he replied, moaning again as his and John's shafts rubbed together.
John placed his feet on the ground behind Wade, lifting himself up off his lovers lap. Wade spit into his hand grabbed his painfully hard erection, and covered it in saliva before guiding it to the older man's puckered entrance.
John lowered himself onto Wade, slowly, but couldn't help the gasp that escaped his lips at the burn he was experiencing. Getting only a few inches down, he stopped, panting.
"Are you okay?" Wade asked, letting his own gasp escape at how tight John was.
John threw his head over Wade's shoulder, trying to hide his tears. "Fine. I'm fine," he managed between gasps for air. After a few seconds, he let his body slip further down Wade's cock. The pain was almost enough that the pleasure of being so deliciously filled wasn't masking much of it, causing John to bite down hard on his forearm.
Wade heard the strangled cry of his lover. "John look at me." They locked eyes once again. Wade nearly came undone. John's eyes were leaking slow tears, but his face had the most beautiful glow the young Brit had ever seen. "John, I…I…"
Before Wade could get the words out, John smashed his lips against his, kissing the younger man for all he was worth. When the kiss broke, Wade licked his lips, tasting the other man's salty tears.
"I know," John said letting their foreheads rest against each other.
Wade placed kisses all around John's lips before pressing their lips together once more. "Go slow. I want this to last."
Finally John moved the rest of the way down Wade, letting the younger man fill him completely, not only in the sexual way, but in every way. This was the moment when he truly let Wade into every aspect of himself, body, heart, mind, and soul.
Slowly, John began to grind down on Wade, moving up and down. Wade, keeping his actions just as slow and soft, began to meet John's thrusts, pushing his cock in and out of him. At the angle they were at, Wade was hitting John's prostate with every one of their movements.
Their slow, torturous grinding, coupled with how close they held to each other, caused an amazing friction around John's throbbing cock, trapped as it was between their stomachs.
No words were spoken as they moved together, giving themselves over to the pleasure of being in each other tight embraces. Their lips barely broke apart as the pressure increased, each so close to their building orgasms that they were on the verge of combusting from utter ecstasy. The soft, wet sound of Wade moving in and out of John along with their moans were the only sounds that filled the air.
Still moving slowly, John felt his balls tingle and his stomach tighten as he neared the edge of his release. Before he could say a single word, Wade kissed him, messaging the inside of John's mouth the same way he messaged the older man's tight pulsing walls.
With a shudder of completion and a cry that drove the birds from the tree behind them, John came, coating his and Wade's chests with his seed. He continued to move up and down on Wade's cock as his body shook with the most mind blowing orgasm he had ever experienced. He buried his head in the crook of Wade's neck as he felt tears of complete joy forming behind his eyes.
Wade came a second later, feeling John's velvet heat, already tight from lack of prep, clinch around him. Their cries of absolute pleasure mixed together as Wade emptied himself inside John. With a few last thrusts, Wade let his head fall on John's shoulder, somehow managing to keep his own tears at bay when he felt the wetness on his neck.
John closed his eyes and let his exhausted body fall backwards, thinking it no great price to hit the ground hard with the force of pulling Wade down with him. But they didn't fall. Wade held tight to John with one hand and caught their fall with the other, easing them down onto the cool, shaded grass.
Wade lifted his body up, pulling out of John slowly, cursing himself for not prepping his lover as a low hiss left John's lips. Wade slid to his side, pressing himself as close to John as he could get, propping his arm up to hold his head in his hand.
As he looked at John, he finally saw the tears. Wade reached out to wipe away the few that traveled down his cheek with a soft caress of his fingers. "I'm so sorry, John," he said thinking he had really hurt him. "I shouldn't have listened to you and not…"
Before Wade could get the rest of his words out, John pulled their bodies together, locking their lips in a kiss that would have made the hardest of men weep. "I wanted you that much," he said, letting the tears fall where they may. "I love you so much, Wade."
They continued kissing each other before breaking their lips apart and hugging as close as they could. "I don't think I could ever be without you," John whispered against Wade's neck, not knowing if the younger man heard him.
Wade had heard, and, even in one of the happiest moments of his life, the first time he had ever made love with anyone, his heart shattered into a million, tiny pieces.
When Wade entered the locker room Monday morning, the only thing he wanted to do was to avoid David Otunga. He had been doing a pretty good job, staying out of his sight since entering the locker room on Friday, but it only worked for so long. Every once in awhile, when Wade stood in front of The Nexus gearing them up for the nights matches, he could see the fury in Otunga's eyes. He knew he was going to have to come face to face with the kid, as he hadn't yet done as he was told. He had kept John in the dark for weeks. He knew that the continuing silence would only make the break worse, but Wade still couldn't bring himself to break his heart.
A few hours later, as Wade was making his way back to the locker room after his workout, the very person he was trying to avoid, stepped from the shadows.
The smirk was firmly planted on David Otunga's face as he approached Wade, already feeling the growing tension rolling off the Brits body in waves. "You've been avoiding me all weekend, Barrett," he said with a slight snarl. "Well, no more."
Wade simply looked at the obviously angry man in front of him, not saying a word.
"Why do I get the impression that you haven't said a damn thing to Cena?"
Wade tried to keep his face straight, to show none of the emotions coursing through him at the moment, but failed. "I couldn't do it," he replied, letting his gaze fall to the floor. "I can't break his heart like that."
Otunga's smile grew as he realized he had Barrett right where he wanted him. "For what ever reason, it is clear that you are in with love him. That's what makes this so much better." He let out a bark-like laugh, feeling the sadness from the other man. "You know how much he loves his job. So in order for him to keep it you have to break his heart. You have to rip it from him and tear it up, and all on national television." He could no longer hold back his laughter, letting it out in waves of pure glee at the idea of hurting both Barrett and Cena so much. Otunga knew that this was the final move to get himself into Wade's position as leader of The Nexus.
"But, I, I can't…" Wade tried to get out.
Otunga cut him off, letting the smile drop completely from his face. "I don't give a shit what you can or cannot do. You know what will happen if you don't, right?" He waited, taking Wade's silence as his cue to continue. "You and John both get fired and John still hates you for being the reason he is banished from the WWE." He walked up to Wade, getting right in his face. "Either way, you lose him. At least the option I gave you is one where you both still have a job. Although, now that I think about it, being around a former fuck buddy might not be all that much fun for either of you." Otunga began laughing again.
"John is not just a fuck buddy, asshole," Wade growled, grabbing onto the neck of Otunga's shirt.
"Oh, I know, Wade. I know," David replied. "Like I said earlier, the love you two share, as disgusting as I find it, is what makes this entire situation so much sweeter."
Wade was fuming, but the look in Otunga's eyes scared him, made him let go and take a few steps away from the man before him. There was a quality to the glint in his eyes that was more evil and more devious than Wade thought he would ever see from him. It was in that moment that Wade first suspected Otunga wasn't the only one behind this. He had never seen him be his mean. True there had been moments, but this was different. His behavior, his words, everything about how he was conducting himself had a more deranged quality to it, as if his only true purpose was to cause as much damage as possible.
Again, Otunga closed the distance between them. "I want you to listen very carefully Barrett," he said, letting his voice drop to just above a whisper, his volume and tone telling Wade he meant what he was saying. "If you don't do as I have said, you will not only lose your job, but you will destroy John. He will lose everything as will you." Looking up into the taller man's eyes, Otunga let the gleam in them shine through, showing Wade exactly how much he was enjoying himself.
Wade knew the shorter man was as serious as a heart attack. With every word he heard come out of Otunga's mouth, he died a little more inside. Again, showing defeat, Wade dropped his head. Sighing heavily, trying to hold on to what little pride and courage he had left, Wade replied, "Fine. Fine, David. I'll do it."
Slapping Wade on the shoulder, Otunga moved out of the way. "Good," he said with a laugh full of callous glee. "You had better get a move on." Wade began to walk away, "You have until 8pm." Wade looked back. He had never seen anyone as happy as he did when he stared into David Otunga's eyes. "I had better see results when I get back to the locker room after my work out."
Otunga watched as the taller man turned back around, letting his head fall. He could almost hear Barrett's silent tears. He heard shuffling behind him, and whipped around to see a smiling CM Punk.
The look of cruelty that Wade had seen on Otunga's face couldn't have held a candle to the look on Punk's face. He was practically dancing with delight. All his plans were coming together. True, he wished he could have been the one to tell Wade he had to destroy Cena to save them both, but staying in the shadows was rather fun. The malice and spite had made it into the situation care of Otunga, albeit not as well spoken as it would have been had Punk been the one to deliver the official stipulation, but it was there just the same.
He looked at the young man in front of him, and his smirk grew wider still. Clapping him on the shoulder, Punk said, "You did well kid, you did well," before walking off down a dark hallway.
Wade paced the hallways of the arena. Tonight was Raw Old School Night, and there were so many of his childhood hero's walking about, but Wade couldn't enjoy a minuet of it. His thoughts were wrapped up in what he was about to do. It was all he could do not to break down every time he saw a flash of the dream he'd had that night at John's house. He knew now that was what he would have to witness when he shattered the man's heart. Looking at his phone, Wade realized he had only a short time left before he had to be back in the locker room with The Nexus. He quickly sent John a text.
I need you to meet me in locker room 450.
On the other side of the arena, John heard his phone buzz. Excusing himself from a conversation with Cowboy Bob Orton, he opened it, and smiled.
You know we don't have time for that the show starts in a little over an hour. And I'm pretty sure the last time we had a locker room romp we were at it much longer;-)
Wade cringed, remembering what John was talking about. We need to talk. Just talk.
Okay. I can't say I'm a little disappointed. You want me to meet you there now?
Yes.
John was a little perplexed by shortness of Wade's texts, but said his goodbyes to his friends father and the other legends in the room, before making his way to a rather secluded hallway. Once he found the door marked '450', he didn't even bother knocking, turning the handle and walking in.
Wade sat on a bench at the back of a row of lockers, head bowed as if in deep thought. John again was confused when he didn't rise to greet him, but walked over to him, laying a kiss on the top of slicked back hair.
Instantly the mood changed, as Wade moved away from John, sliding down the bench. John gave him a quizzical look, knowing that there would not even be a quickie taking place in this locker room tonight. "What's wrong, Wade?" he asked, his voice gaining a stern quality.
"Please sit, John," Wade replied, lifting his head, looking into the bright blue eyes that always seemed to stare straight to his soul.
John chuckled slightly at the strange look on Wade's face. "You look like your dog just died." He reached out to take one of Wade's hands in his own. "Really, what ever happened couldn't have been that bad."
Wade took a few deep breathes, trying to memorize the feel of John's thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand, trying to etch the sound of his laugh in his mind, knowing that, soon, he would be without them. Gathering up all the courage he had, Wade said, "You know the stipulation my match has with Orton had for Survivor Series?"
"Yes." John was confused, but squeezed Wade's hand, encouraging him to continue.
"You remember what I told you last week about you reffing?" Wade dropped his eyes again, not able to meet the all-knowing gaze of the man before him.
"Yes." John smiled remembering what they had done in Wade's shower directly after that conversation. He also recalled the phone conversation he had had with Randy the next day. To say the Viper was angry that this whole thing, John getting fired if Wade lost, would have been an understatement. Randy was fuming, but both he and John knew it would all work out in the end. "When I talked to Randy about it, we both thought it was just like Bragging Rights, and that at some point I would step in and get him DQed." It dawned on John that there might be more to why Wade was mentioning all of this now. "Is there something else I should know?"
Wade took another deep breath, and pulled his hand from between John's. He looked back up at John, but this time his face was covered in a cold, emotionless mask. "It's not going to happen like that." Wade saw the confused look on John's face as he opened his mouth to speak, but Wade cut him off before he could get a word out. "This time, it is real."
John's brow wrinkled, not understanding Wade's words or distant actions. "What do you mean, real?"
"If I win, you are free. But if I lose, you are fired."
"How is that different from the last time?"
Wade stood up turning his back on John. "If you interfere as you did last time, you will be fired."
Still confused and getting more and more confused at every word Wade said, John replied, "So Randy has agreed to lose the title?"
"No, he hasn't." Wade began to walk away. "There had been no communication from upper management as to who is supposed to win."
All of a sudden, almost as if a light bulb went off in his head, John understood. He tried to keep the anger from his voice, assuming it wasn't Wade's fault his career was legitimately being but on the line. "Why? When was this decided? Why wasn't I told about this earlier?"
"I don't know when they decided to do this, but I've known since just after Bragging Rights."
John got up and walked to stand in front of Wade, getting in his face. "Wade, why didn't you tell me as soon as they told you?"
"I was told to keep it a secret from you." He turned again, showing John his back, beginning to lose the battle with his emotions.
John grabbed a hold of Wade's shoulders, spinning the taller man to face him. "Bullshit," he said letting his anger at the situation, at Wade, spill from his mouth. "You know you should have told me, and I know you would have, so why didn't you?"
This was the moment Wade had dreaded most. He looked into John's eyes for a second before closing his own, letting the memory of the bright blue's of his love burn a hole in his mind. He forced down every good feeling, every amazing memory he had of the beautiful color of the eyes staring into his soul and of the man to held them, before opening his eyes. John watched as Wade's face turned from the pained expression he had seen when he walked in the locker room to the coldhearted and merciless one the Brit used in the ring.
Adding that same unfeeling quality to his voice, Wade replied, "You want to know, Cena? You really want to know?"
"Yes, God damn it, just tell me!"
"Fine, I'll tell you. I am growing bored of you, John."
John stepped back from Wade, his face losing the anger it held, only to have it replaced with confusion and hurt. "What are you talking about? What do you mean you are bored with me?"
Wade had rehearsed this over and over since his last conversation with Otunga, and knew this was the only way to get the job done. "This whole thing, you and me, was just about sex." Wade could see that John was trying to say something, but again, cut him off before he could. Wade moved closer to John, letting their chests touch as he spoke. "It was only ever about me having power over you, and not just in the ring, but in bed as well. This was only ever about sex. All I needed from you was that sweet ass of yours." He punctuated the last line by reaching around to grab hold of John's backside, giving it a rather hard squeeze.
John couldn't believe what he was hearing; he didn't want to believe what was happening. "No," he yelped out, moving his hands to Wade's face, resting his palms on the taller man's cheeks. "I don't believe you," he said leaning in, placing a kiss on the taller man's lips. "You don't mean that. I know you don't."
Wade wrenched his face from John's grasp, turning his anger at himself onto John. "I got what I need from you, and now I am done. All you were to me was a hot piece of ass."
John was nearly hyperventilating, as scared and angry as he was, hot tears running down his face. "No, you don't mean that. I love you and I know you love me. We both know that afternoon in the grass was more than just sex."
Wade's heart broke at the mention of that afternoon. It was far more than sex, but John could never know how Wade had felt in that moment. Wade was dying inside with every pained breathe John took, but he knew it was better this way. Better you hate me and still have the job you love, he thought before he continued to speak. "Face it Cena, all you were was a conquest to me, and not a very hard one at that. It didn't take long to bring you to your knees, to get you to beg for it." Wade moved past John, shoving him out of the way as their shoulders made contact. "I had my fun and now it is time to move on." He paused, hand on the door, turning around, heart breaking even more as he stared at the heaving back of John. "You should be thankful, though. I plan on winning that fight on Sunday, so at least you get to keep your precious job." Letting the first of what he was sure would be many tears fall from his eyes, Wade opened the door and let it shut behind him, quickly walking away, but not quick enough to miss the loud cry that echoed through out the room he had just left.